I’m showing my age here, but maybe you gen x’ers will know what I’m talking about.
Remember those old cartoons with the sheep dog, the one whose orange bangs hung down over his eyes, and the wolf played by Wile E. Coyote? You know how they’d punch into a timeclock with lunchboxes in hand and say, “Mornin’ George.” “Mornin’ Ralph.” And then they’d spend the day with the wolf trying to steal the sheep and the sheep dog beating the crap out of the wolf? And then they’d clock out when the whistle blew at the end of the day (usually in mid-beating) and say “Goodnight George.” “Goodnight Ralph.”?
Yeah, that’s the one. So, I have a question:
Who *paid* those two? What kind of messed-up company sets its own employees up to such mutually-frustrating job descriptions?
Which brings me to my next question:
Does it ever seem to you like you work for that company?