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The Corona Chronology: Day 18

Note: As many of us are currently working from home or (gulp) not working, I thought I’d pull this one out of the archives to show that there is at least one good thing about not physically reporting to the Thunder Dome of Inanity…

 

Souls for Sale: 10 Reasons Why Attending a Mandatory Staff Meeting with Your VP Will Suck the Life Out of You

 

1. You have to show up for work on time.

For some diabolic reason, they always schedule these torture sessions first thing in the morning. There’s absolutely no legitimate reason for this, because no one, I don’t care who you are, functions their best before 10am. At that time of day, I’m still struggling with basic things like consciousness and breathing. I’m certainly not going to pay any attention to “new visions for the company” or marketing pushes involving cute, furry animals and a singing ping-pong ball.

And really, your VP couldn’t care less if you are there or not. She has no idea who you are and probably never will, since she’s going to take the first decent retirement package that comes along and then go live some place where they have dolphins. She’s just here because it’s one of her quarterly objectives if she wants that damn yearly bonus. She will not shed a single teardrop if your seat is empty.

Your direct manager, on the other hand, will crush your career with the ease of a belch if you don’t make an appearance. So you have to initiate drastic measures to ensure that you are on time, like getting up early, not allowing yourself to harvest anything in Farmville, and forgoing the over-priced ecstasy of the local Starbucks. Because if there’s going to be a wreck on the highway, it’s going to be on this critical day, and you need the extra time to take an alternate route through a part of town where people get shot for wearing a wrong-color Dolce & Gabbana bandana or playing Celine Dion on your car stereo.

2. They never pick an appropriately-sized conference room.

I really don’t understand this. It’s not like they don’t have any idea how many people will be attending. We have an entire organization devoted to counting things like paper clips and bar tabs, so surely some fool with a forecasting program on his nerdy little PC can project the turnout. How can this be hard?

But no, it always works out one of two ways. There’s the overkill approach, where you find yourself standing in a vast auditorium along with a mere two other people, your footsteps echoing throughout the cavern as you wait for the other people that are never going to show. Your natural instinct to sit in the back of the room is tempered by the fact that the last row of seats appears to be located in Kansas.

So the three of you huddle together in one of the mid-range rows, complete strangers five minutes ago but now united in solidarity against the ordeal to come. Of course, when you get the big-room package, you also get the touchy, feely VP who insists that everybody flock near him on the front row, where you can join hands and pray for the stock price to recover. God is my co-trader.

On the flip side of the room game, we have the scenario where 212 people are crammed into a space the size of a utility closet, fighting over the one chair that isn’t broken and unable to find a single place where the VP isn’t actually breathing on you. Within the hour, the body heat in the room will cause you to snap and wipe out an entire department using a plastic bagel knife and the shiny nickel you got with your last pay raise.

3. You will sit near someone you can’t stand.

This never fails. You can try your best to surround yourself with friends or acquaintances that you can at least tolerate, but eventually someone you despise will slip through the gauntlet and plop down beside you. This usually happens at the very last second, as the irritating VP is approaching the podium with a carnivorous gleam in her eye, so you won’t have any time to make an escape worthy of any degree of admiration or skill.

Of course, if you’re on the Premium Irritation Plan, this person will have no clue how unsatisfied you are with their existence. So they try to act like you’re the tight sorority sisters that you will never be. They will tell you all about their latest surgeries, display pictures of their shockingly-unpretty offspring, and inquire into the latest stats on your sex life, all within 5 minutes of sitting down. It’s perfectly okay to take your copy of the agenda and suffocate this person until she agrees to shut up for the rest of her life.

4. Your chair is a prop from “The Exorcist”.

Naturally, your chair will look completely innocent when you first make your selection. In fact, it will even seem to be completely comfy and relaxing as the session begins. But once you have been lulled into a false sense of safety and non-humiliation, the deviltry begins.

First, the seat of the chair will suddenly plummet to the ground, causing your knees to be banging against your ears, with you looking like Rae Dawn Chong in “Quest for Fire”. When you attempt to rectify this situation, pulling on random levers beneath the seat, you will suddenly catapult upwards, suffering whiplash and letting out a terrified wail of fear and confusion. Finally, the back of the chair will flip down, sending you toppling backwards to your possible death and causing your uncontrolled, lethal feet to kick the head of the person in front of you. And yes, everyone will focus their rescue efforts on the person you just beaned, while you lay bleeding behind your chair, ass in the air.

5. You can’t see the presentation on the screen.

Granted, we’re not as young as we used to be, no longer able to dance all night at the bars and then drive directly to work with no after-effects. Things on our bodies are now decaying or just dropping off entirely. But still, it’s not really our fault that the idiot in charge of displaying the slideshow has apparently never used the focus setting. (The VP doesn’t care, because she can quote this propaganda in her sleep. Or during sex.) Everything is blurry, and nobody but the people in the first row can read a thing. For all you know, you’re looking at a menu for Chinese take-out. (“I’ll take the Egg Foo Yung and any other job on the planet. Please and thank you.”)

So you have to wing it, listening carefully and straining to decipher even one of the images, because you sure as hell don’t want to be the first one who complains about the quality of the VP’s dog and pony show. No sir. You will never get a promotion the rest of your life. You just sit there, nodding your head from time to time, and praying to the religious deity of your choosing that nobody calls on you to answer a question of any kind. If things become ominous and you feel direct verbal contact with the VP is approaching, surreptitiously reach down and jerk on one of the chair levers. Hopefully it’s one that will quickly put you in a non-responsive coma that will last long enough for the VP to leave town.)

6. They try to belittle you with fancy buzzwords.

I’d like to be the person who sits around and comes up with the latest catchwords of the day. Seems like a really good gig, because there’s obviously no thought or effort behind the choosing. It’s just whatever sounds catchy and hip, and you’re allowed to completely change the traditional meaning of the word if you see fit. Today’s word is “precious”, which supposedly means the facets of our company that are most important. I’m guessing the VP hasn’t seen the movie or been around Mo’Nique when she’s in a bad mood.

7. You will have a coughing fit during the one interesting part of the program.

You know this is going to happen, so you might as well prepare for the shame. You can quietly sit through two hours of monotonous crap that no one cares about, but the very second that the VP utters something like “and on the employee compensation side of things”, your throat will dry up like an 80-year-old hooker, dust will billow out your ears, and you will start choking on pure air. If you’re really lucky, your hacking will be the especially pretty kind that involves mucus, with people in the two rows ahead of you screaming and ducking for cover.

Sadly, because everyone is basically self-centered these days, even if you try to discreetly leave the room, you will fail miserably. People in your row will only grudgingly get out of your way, so you spend considerable time clawing toward the aisle and gasping for air. Eventually you will collapse on your stomach, wriggling toward the exit, only to have your head stomped on by the VP as she retrieves a laser pointer from her Gucci briefcase. (Said VP will later complain to Building Maintenance that something needs to be done about the uneven floor in Conference Room C.)

8. The awards presentation goes on forever.

They stopped including actual bonus checks with these recognition awards years ago, so no one really cares about getting one. (Who wants another lousy piece of paper or a cheap-ass trophy when the light bill is due? You want to make me feel appreciated? Give me something I can cash.) Making the awards distribution process even more slug-like is the current corporate “trend” to reward everybody, even if you have to make something up, so the company can claim they are diverse and all-loving, and thereby they receive a higher ranking from the Human Rights Campaign.

Things start out okay, with the first few recipients getting generous applause and hearty handshakes from the VP. After 100 names have been read, and we’re down to awarding the cleaning staff a certificate for creative toilet-paper-stacking, the thrill is completely gone. Hardly anyone is clapping, half the audience is dozing, and the VP is shoving people across the stage like somebody just spotted the Po-Po pulling up outside the crack house.

9. No one in the audience EVER has a valid question.

There are only two kinds of people who ask questions at things like this. We have the life-long brown-nosers who will do anything to get noticed, even if it includes public nudity or financial transactions involving firstborn children. They will ask the most inane queries, somehow managing to blow smoke up their own butt yet still giving the impression that they would lovingly drop to their knees and wash the VP’s feet with their hair, given the chance. The sucking-up noises can be heard by orbiting satellites.

Then we have the renegades, the people who dare to ask the “questions you’re not supposed to ask”, like why the hell are you laying everybody off and yet expecting us to double the output? You know, tiny little issues such as that. Of course, the VP, because she’s been fully trained in double-talk during all those fancy, high-level, closed-door meetings where they determine the fate of the planet, professionally avoids giving a direct answer. Then she quietly whispers instructions into her hidden Bluetooth microphone to have the renegade arrested when no one else is looking. And she will handle the subsequent “interrogation” personally. The VP does not play.

10. Stupid, lazy people will not get out of your way when it’s time to leave.

Here’s a news flash, folks: When the VP says we’re done, then we’re done. Get your ass up and walk out the door. Don’t sit there like you can’t remember how to do this. Don’t rearrange your purse. Don’t talk to your neighbor about the excitement of winning an award that everybody got. And under no circumstances should you just stand there and paw at yourself, trying to readjust foundation garments that have slid out of place. You should only do that in the privacy of your own home. Or never.

And as for you brown-nosers? Now’s your chance for some quality time with the power person of your dreams. Don’t hold up the line while you stand there meekly, hoping to receive an invitation to the royal court. March right over there and do what you do best. Pucker up and go for it.

But she still won’t remember your name in the morning…

Cheers.

 

Previously published, which explains a few of the dated references. Some revisions were made with this post, which mostly involved softening the viciously-imagined edges of what to do with people who annoy you in the workplace. Apparently, I had some anger management issues back in the day. Speaking of, where the hell is my Egg Foo Yung? I ordered that mess hours ago…

 

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    • Close. My last position with Verizon before I ran for the hills? Let’s just say, once you strip away all the cryptic titles and hierarchy of any big business, that I was a senior administrator in systems training and support. I was the one who had to interpret the equally-cryptic company missives from the Ivory Tower and make them semi-palatable to all those folks who were getting checkless, meaningless awards whilst the inhabitants of said tower were raking in millions. After a while, that tightrope gets old. so it’s no surprise that I ran for the exit the very second I qualified for early retirement.

      I’m sure this response was far more than you expected, but I’m in a sharing mood tonight… 😉

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  1. Wow! This takes me back to my working days. I worked for the Automobile Club of Southern California, in the Emergency Road Service Department. My official job title was “R & D Service Coordinator”. I was basically the supervisor that got the angry “let me talk to your manager” calls, while also putting out all the small fires that occurred hourly, making sure 100+ people were where they were supposed to be, doing what they were supposed to be doing and when needed, unjamming the copier.

    I remember being tagged to go to a meeting with the regional manager, 100 miles away because I was in the building when she arrived. Lucky me. We even got a flat tire on the way home. I escaped via 100% disability. Retirement seems like a better option.

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    • Oh my. Your job sounds suspiciously close to mine, putting out fires and inadvertently starting other fires because I was running so fast and I had to make critical decisions in roughly two seconds. And those angry customers? I was responsible for weekly conference calls wherein I had to convince all the national directors that they needed to do a better job of making those customers not so angry. And none of them would fess up to a plan. As if my life didn’t suck enough. Frankly, I’m surprised that I’m not in prison somewhere…

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  2. I was just at the end of my seven-year road to recovery from corporate torture and then this …. WAY to accurate for comfort but it made me howl with laughter so you are entirely forgiven.

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  3. So spot on. The acronyms that change year by year, the graphs that make no sense till you realise the ‘Leader’ has put it upside-down, the double-speak, the ‘Team Loser’ who waves the pointer at the projections while standing in front of the projector so he becomes a walking talking shape-shifting self-important barrier to you actually seeing the figures that in fact, mean as little to you as the projected pay rise they promised you. Last year. I’ll take a breath now and read another aspirational quote from the company handbook. I’m sure it will tell me how I can better myself. At no cost to the company, of course.
    Now, where’s the Tylanol?

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    • Ah, I forgot about the ass-kissing Projector Servant who has no conception of intrusion or shame. Special place, in hell.

      Tylenol doesn’t actually exist in the corporate world, despite the promises and the jumping through ever-changing hoops. And that’s where they get you.

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  4. There are AWARDS?! So many of these are hysterically true, like the new buzzwords one, which for us is “blue sky” as in “Let’s approach this project with our blue sky ideas”. And even though I’m working from home, my boss insists on messaging our team at 7:45 EVERY MORNING with a cheery message that, if we don’t reply to, may or may not mean we are still in bed scrolling through Twitter with no intention of getting up yet because our first meeting isn’t until 10!

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    • Well, there USED to be awards. Of course, things have probably changed since I retired in 1872…

      But those buzzwords! Every few months there would be a new one, and we would have to change how we did every single thing we did in order to fit the new vision, whether it made sense or not. Here’s a thought: why don’t we do what the customer wants us to do instead of what some Vice-Prez with a dictionary wants to do, hmm?

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  5. Oh my god — the ones who ask questions! What the hell?! Especially when we’re at “that’s all I had to say, so unless anyone has a question…”
    No coincidence, this is also why I’m not completely opposed to firearms in the workplace? 😉

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