November 30, 2006

• …moving on…

  When I was young, I dreamt of having a perfect job where I’d
  be able to have fun, do meaningful work, and of course, not starve in the
  process. A couple of weeks ago, I was very much in the mindset that such things
  were not possible. While filing my cases and admonishing some clients for being
  rude and unresponsive, I came to the conclusion that in a capitalistic society
  such as ours, it’s darn near impossible to find a happy medium between one’s
  desires and reality, especially in a world ruled by the iron-fisted Microsoft,
  where money is power and anyone who gets in the way is trounced. Little did I
  know what lay ahead…

  I’m lovin’ it! No, I’m not talking about McDonald’s,
  although their happy meals are to die for! Rather, I’m referring to my new employer:
  Google. I’ve been here for 2 weeks now and I’ve never been happier, and that’s
  not just my tummy speaking either. Yes, it’s true, the benefits are amazing and
  they really do contribute to the incredible experience that I’m having here,
  but it’s about more than just the prime rib or oysters for lunch…

  At my previous job, I was rather bitter and insulted. The
  company put profits before their employees, and it was very apparent that we
  were dispensable to them, so they treated us as such. Take our bonuses for
  example. They’d give us the letters that told us how much we’d be getting at
  the half year mark, but we’d get the bonus in three installments over a period
  of 3 months after getting the notification letter. If you’re not actively
  employed when the checks are to be distributed, then you don’t get the check
  even though you worked during the entire period for which the bonus was based
  upon. Tell me that isn’t unfair. Beyond that, if you’re on maternity leave when
  the checks are scheduled to be issued, you don’t get the bonus checks either.
  How absolutely ridiculous is that?! What kind of company would screw over their
  hard-working employees like that just to save a couple of bucks, especially
  when they’re banking tens of thousands of dollars a week from your work?! I’ll
  tell you what kind; the kind that I’ll never work for again.

  Despite the exploitative behavior and policies of my former
  firm, I am grateful for the experience and people that I met there. My family
  and friends repeatedly told me that I had to pay my dues first, and pay them I
  did. Now, it’s time to move on, and I can’t wait to see what’s in store…

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