by PriamNevhausten » Sun Oct 26, 2008 9:53 pm
It's amazing how little regard for the difference between professional and personal life there is lately in the American business sector. Well, I guess it's a longstanding lack of respect, but still, it's a big WTF thing. More and more places I've been and worked, they tell me that wherever I go, even if I'm not on the clock or on official business, I'm considered a representative of their organization. Which is their way of saying, "even though you're to act as though on the clock, you're not actually on the clock and we're not going to pay you for this time that we're dictating your actions." What the hell.
So, I feel your pain, and in the quasi-likely scenario that this principle will bite me in the ass in the future, you'd better believe there will be lawsuit action. YOU HEAR THAT MY FUTURE EMPLOYERS? GET YOUR LAWYERS READY!
"You haven't told me what I'm looking for."
"Anything that might be of interest to Slitscan. Which is to say, anything that might be of interest to Slitscan's audience. Which is best visualized as a vicious, lazy, profoundly ignorant, perpetually hungry organism craving the warm god-flesh of the anointed. Personally I like to imagine something the size of a baby hippo, the color of a week-old boiled potato, that lives by itself, in the dark, in a double-wide on the outskirts of Topeka. It's covered with eyes and it sweats constantly. The sweat runs into those eyes and makes them sting. It has no mouth, Laney, no genitals, and can only express its mute extremes of murderous rage and infantile desire by changing the channels on a universal remote. Or by voting in presidential elections."
--Colin Laney and Kathy Torrance, William Gibson's Idoru