not-so-dirty laundry
not-so-dirty laundry
love, ambition, sex, designer handbags, hotties in yankees caps ... the daily brain-dump of a twenty-something
Wednesday, September 08, 2004

We'll be getting rid of these people here.
First, Mr. Samir Naga... Naga... Naga...
Not gonna work here anymore, anyway.

Well, it's all public knowledge now, I can write about it. I knew a lot of it was coming last week, that's why I've been so high-strung.

TheFirm cut more than 150 jobs today, in my division alone. Another one of my favorite VPs took a voluntary layoff to save her staff's jobs, and as soon as she signed on the dotted line ... they canned her staff. Fuckers.

Then, the Human Resources locusts ate their way through the Methods And Procedures department (canned them all), and then it was off to the Six Sigma team (their administrative team and a few officers, 7 people in all). Tomorrow they will feed on Girlfriend's department.

"But H," you say. "Weren't they supposed to do that today?" Well kiddies, they didn't. Because they are all AVP level, and policy is that HR can't come in and can anyone that has Officer privileges without their VP or SVP being present. That's right, the jackoff that replaced my favorite SVP two weeks ago CALLED OFF TODAY. Why? Because he had a tummyache. What a damned girly-man ... he stayed home because he wasn't ready to face the music of playing with the big boys, and consequently he made his entire department (Girlfriend included) throw up from nervousness all day.

'Tis OK, I took her to Arby's for lunch. At least she'll have something to barf up later. [sigh]

An old friend (who has been mentioned here before) is supposed to stop by tonight for a glass of wine. Guess I'd better go clean the house and run the sweeper before he gets here ...

PS: Guess what ... Mr. Valpredo is back! YAY for the morning news! ha ha