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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
But in my defense! The odds are really low that anything will come up, and if it does, it will be actually urgent. And I gave them Starbucks gift cards and will probably send them home early today.
You are forgiven.
No, my boss really means for us to work. Despite the Out-of-office autoreply, company policy is to answer all emails within 24 hours.
Not that you should - you are way more hirable than I am from what I can tell through the internets.
Heh. Sadly, were that the case, I'd have been able to get a real job instead of a shitty contract gig at about half my previous salary.
I mean, I did feel weirdly better when I talked to a recruiter that many other former Empire employees had worked with, and she said that, despite my many and varied skills, yeah, I was in a weird spot in terms of employability. Basically, I know how to do some of most of the big tech bucket non-programming jobs, because our roles were distributed instead of falling into a single category. But most hiring managers are looking for a single category person who is strong in that single category, and I am not that person.
So I'm stuck in this awful spot where the contract job thinks I'm this total rockstar, because I can wear so many random hats (and therefore, they keep throwing more work at me), but I can't get a real gig. This leads to me being bored, overworked, and filled with existential angst with a side of rage and feelings of betrayal.
The holiday season plus the change in our health insurance with the change in Paul's company, by the way, is making be doubleplus bitter right now. I try not to talk about it that much, because it just makes me a: feel like a whiny ingrate; and b: cry (literally, I mean: actually typing up the above has me actually in tears).
But, yeah, I'm sad that my life in my 40s isn't the one I was expecting to have at the start of my 30s. When I started the job hunt, post-layoffs, I was actually optimistic: I had all this experience! I had people who would recommend me! Surely, it wouldn't be as bad as the last time I'd looked for a job!
The reality was a fucking bummer.
That IS a fucking bummer, Plei.
Ugh, I'm sorry, Plei.
No, my boss really means for us to work. Despite the Out-of-office autoreply, company policy is to answer all emails within 24 hours.
Oh hell no.
I also suggested to another department head that he also let his people go early, and they are SO HAPPY. OMG, you would think I had just showered them all with gold.
No, my boss really means for us to work. Despite the Out-of-office autoreply, company policy is to answer all emails within 24 hours.
Oh hell no.
I second the "Hell no."
I'd take a long vacation somewhere where there's no internet.
We're planning a transatlantic cruise next year so I can get away. Limited internet time (because you have to pay for access), available by phone only through a 900 number -- it's the next best thing to being completely unavailable.
I am working until 9pm tonight. Bets on how many people will be at the library at 9pm on December 23? (Actually, probably about as many as the average Wednesday, since we have a usual crowd that I doubt has lots of family holiday stuff planned.)
Despite the Out-of-office autoreply, company policy is to answer all emails within 24 hours.
That's ridiculous.
I'm sorry, Plei, that's not fair.
I'm wrapping up the bit of deadline work that had to get done during my vacation, then I'm turning in my timesheet and no more work until January 4th.