Putting Fire Ants Down My Peehole
Gulping down a hot cup of my employer's piss.
I'm a pawn, a worm, and a fart.
To the people who pay my paycheck, I'm a scheduled layoff.
They've slow-fired my coworker, who is now stuck in semi-hired limbo. It's as confusing as it sounds. They still expect him to do a good job too.
I hope he finds a new job soon so he can kick this place.
I'm currently attending the executives' meeting for technical and AV support. They had a dull first 4 hours of buzz words, but as soon as they started the layoff talk, they went to my side room and closed my door.
I still heard everything.
They've laid off some 15,000 employees this year, and plan on continuing to shrink the company down. The new owner of this site is a "fixer" and was put in place because he has been saving other sites tons of money.
They don't tell the site how he brings in so much profit - you only find out when your friends start disappearing. Then eventually you get a nice email letting you know that "you've been affected".
They've implemented AI into a mass amount of processes here, and that was after the layoffs started.
Now that pig is stroking his tiny button-cock at the thought of laying off more employees for profit.
And here I sit.
At a country club, surrounded by executives.
Executives who just laughed at layoff jokes, and are now fawning over Christmas stories and pictures of their kids.
Executives who depend on me to help them open the email app on their phone.
As long as they keep paying me, and I can continue to support the oil, cattle, and corn industries, I think I'll be okay.
Cruelty and apathy.
Free soup.
Cold floor.