"Oh, butt f*ck me with a chain saw!"
Ever have the urge to yell that in the middle of your office at work? Not to anyone in particular, just as a general comment on the state of your world.
After roaming free for about a year, my full time job now keeps me confined to a cubicle. I still do freelance work on the side but now the work is steadier -- steadier than I want sometimes -- and, oh yeah, includes health insurance.
I do a lot of my work on the Internet, some of it even related to my job (ha!). For this I have to log in using a username and password. My boss set up at least one of these accounts using her own name rather than the company's. The password is her dog's name. It used to be her daughter's name but apparently some miscreant cracked that code and she had to change the password to something nobody would possibly ever guess.
My boss is not a bad boss. She lets me alter my work schedule to accomodate my freelancing, for one thing. So I'm not complaining. It's just that whenever I sign in to an account having to type her name, it reminds me of Saddam Hussein having his own picture on Iraqi money. This, of course, was back when there was a Saddam Hussein and people in Iraq had money.
Again, I'm not comparing my boss to an evil despot. Or even a benevolent one, which might be a flattering description of most bosses. Instead, I wonder what a psychologist would make of her using her own name the same way a dictator tries to make his image ubiquitous so that people subconsciously feel like, hated as he may be, they owe their lives and livelihoods to him.
Labels: Ennui, Work
