Tuesday, May 02, 2006

If I weren't already leaving I'd stage a protest

Corporate Life -- a minor fracas

The weekend started badly with a case of major segregation at work. All the official company workers were given a corporate sponsored barbecue, and all the temps were not. This would have been merely gauche, except that there was no food in the cafeteria for temps to purchase, and none of us had been given notice to bring sad-sack lunches, so we did not eat that day.

It was like Potemkin--no bread! or no meat! or whatever it was. (Ok, truthfully we went down the hill and bought overpriced salads, but it was the principle, the principle of the thing!)

Temps do the same jobs--identical--to the regular workers, for less pay and no benefits. And they remind us of this with spitted pigs and potato salads and long tables blocking the exits at which the tenured ones are seating, swapping stories and wiping their chins. It's enough to make me want to dig up Jimmy Hoffa. Or make a voodoo zombie out of Cesar Chavez.

I had one of those depressing nutshell-epiphanies and so am engaging in my sad little protest by refusing to eat in the company cafeteria ever again. I wrote a brief letter of protest to my supervisor, but naturally the response was neutral and basically a brush-off. It was bad. All the temps were upset and bitching, and taking petty revenge by doing crappy work or screwing around on the clock or taking extra long lunches, but it was just--faintly pathetic. No one gave a damn. 24 more days...


Blogger Juan Bodley said...

Get revenge before you leave by buying a Miss Piggy doll and then hang it in a noose by the chief supervisor's office door.
Fight the System!!!

2:18 PM  
Blogger AEP said...

I like Miss Piggy. I would never lynch her. She is a role model.

2:59 PM  
Blogger Boz said...

And the guy who stood in front of a tank in Tiananmen Square probably thought that in the grand scheme of things his wasn't much of a protest either.

3:22 PM  

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