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1 month agoI feel you…
🎶 I can’t seem to face up to the facts
I’m tense and nervous and I can’t relax
I can’t sleep 'cause my bed’s on fire
Don’t touch me, I’m a real live wire 🎶
I feel you…
🎶 I can’t seem to face up to the facts
I’m tense and nervous and I can’t relax
I can’t sleep 'cause my bed’s on fire
Don’t touch me, I’m a real live wire 🎶
In my last company, everybody could easily obtain “manager” status… because that was just the title for everyone who was salaried. Which didn’t necessarily mean more money. In fact, usually not. It certainly meant more overtime… a lot more.
Midnight Oil made a song about it, “Power and the Passion.”
Geez, that reminds me of a former colleague that, when asked for “the numbers,” would just send screenshots of tables in the ERP system instead of exporting them to a spreadsheet. What’s even worse, usually a lot of values were plain wrong, on one occasion more than half of them.