Farewell email
Farewell email
Hi guys, I never got a chance to write this on my last day because of the network hitting the fan and all,
But id just like to say “Thank you” to all those people I worked with in the 18+ months I was there, it was fun.
Drinks night that was held in my honor was awesome, apologies to Thera who wanted to drink me into the ground because I was rather shattered by the time she got there, in fact, im still throwing up.
And id like to apologies to whoever gets my table, I would have cleaned up the V bottles if a certain Bi-polar manager hadn’t interfered.
Now lets get a run down on my time there, I learned from the great master Darren for a few months until he left.
In Dec 2006 things started to go downhill, for one, due the incompetence of upper-management, morale was starting to slide, its not that they were treating us badly, it was because they did absolutely nothing while we bottom feeding helpdesk staff were slaving away above the proverbial stove.
All we got was “Appreciate your efforts today, guys”, in the most insincere tone there was. Fark you.
Then around Feb 2007, Hair-plug’s was hired as our boss’s boss’s boss. I call him Iron-Fist.
Iron-Fist then proceeds to makes changes, oh big changes, as he would say. Just to show that he is boss, for the rest of my stay there Iron-Fist keeps making decisions that don’t benefit the business in anyway what so ever, if anything he screws things up so royally and then blames his underlings, People like me and my brethren. Fark that.
Iron-Fist had bad habits, like only speaking to us via correspondence, carrier pigeon or sending his hired goons. Oh BIG changes people, BIG changes.
Yup, im black, as black as Iron-Fist, the pseudo Indian.
He complained that there weren’t any Indians on the helpdesk, I can answer why this is, because all the Indians that were hired were idiots, im not racist, im just saying that people that are hired to do a certain job should be…..competent, maybe, just maybe, be able to speak English, or possibly show up for their shift every once and a while. Just saying. Is all.
My last week was the funniest of all, the attitudes expressed by the dictatorship was apparent:
Iron-Fist: “I am the manager, I rule this place with an iron fist, muhahahaha, and nothing can stop my plan of world domination, NOTHING!!!!”
Rice: “Here’s my resignation letter”
Iron-Fist: “What? Fine leave, I don’t need you”
College1: “Here’s my resignation letter”
Iron-Fist: “No, please stay; I do anything for you, ANYTHING!!!”
College2: “Here’s my resignation letter”
Iron-Fist: “If you leave me now, you take away the biggest part of me …..oooooooooooooooo, baby please don’t go.”
Good bye Hardies.
Life goes on.
I now work in the city of Sydney, its great so far.
I really like the lunch I can buy here,
Sushi lady: Tuna for you, big boy?
Me: I don't know. How is it?
Sushi lady: Ebery day you come in here and you ask the same ting. Now, it crappy yesterday, it was crap the day before and guess wat? It no change.
Me: I'll have the tuna.
Sushi lady: No crut?
Me: No crust.
There are a few things I have noticed since working in the city.
• Tube tops are perfectly acceptable business wear
• People travel from the suburbs to the City and then strut around as if its New-York
• Everything smells like pee.
• People seem to have the time to go for a jog in the middle of the day, during business hours.
• Asians travel in packs.
• The cost of food goes up; the size of food goes down.
• It’s perfectly acceptable to cross the road, any time, any where, just because you feel like it, even if there is 2 tons’ worth of Taxi flying towards you.
To you helpdesk people still at Hardies,
“We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing-grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never give up, We shall never surrender!"
Hi guys, I never got a chance to write this on my last day because of the network hitting the fan and all,
But id just like to say “Thank you” to all those people I worked with in the 18+ months I was there, it was fun.
Drinks night that was held in my honor was awesome, apologies to Thera who wanted to drink me into the ground because I was rather shattered by the time she got there, in fact, im still throwing up.
And id like to apologies to whoever gets my table, I would have cleaned up the V bottles if a certain Bi-polar manager hadn’t interfered.
Now lets get a run down on my time there, I learned from the great master Darren for a few months until he left.
In Dec 2006 things started to go downhill, for one, due the incompetence of upper-management, morale was starting to slide, its not that they were treating us badly, it was because they did absolutely nothing while we bottom feeding helpdesk staff were slaving away above the proverbial stove.
All we got was “Appreciate your efforts today, guys”, in the most insincere tone there was. Fark you.
Then around Feb 2007, Hair-plug’s was hired as our boss’s boss’s boss. I call him Iron-Fist.
Iron-Fist then proceeds to makes changes, oh big changes, as he would say. Just to show that he is boss, for the rest of my stay there Iron-Fist keeps making decisions that don’t benefit the business in anyway what so ever, if anything he screws things up so royally and then blames his underlings, People like me and my brethren. Fark that.
Iron-Fist had bad habits, like only speaking to us via correspondence, carrier pigeon or sending his hired goons. Oh BIG changes people, BIG changes.
“And still I see no changes,
Wake up in the morning and I ask myself
is life worth living should I blast myself?
I'm tired of being poor & even worse I'm black
my stomach hurts so I'm looking for a monitor to snatch”
Wake up in the morning and I ask myself
is life worth living should I blast myself?
I'm tired of being poor & even worse I'm black
my stomach hurts so I'm looking for a monitor to snatch”
Yup, im black, as black as Iron-Fist, the pseudo Indian.
He complained that there weren’t any Indians on the helpdesk, I can answer why this is, because all the Indians that were hired were idiots, im not racist, im just saying that people that are hired to do a certain job should be…..competent, maybe, just maybe, be able to speak English, or possibly show up for their shift every once and a while. Just saying. Is all.
My last week was the funniest of all, the attitudes expressed by the dictatorship was apparent:
Iron-Fist: “I am the manager, I rule this place with an iron fist, muhahahaha, and nothing can stop my plan of world domination, NOTHING!!!!”
Rice: “Here’s my resignation letter”
Iron-Fist: “What? Fine leave, I don’t need you”
College1: “Here’s my resignation letter”
Iron-Fist: “No, please stay; I do anything for you, ANYTHING!!!”
College2: “Here’s my resignation letter”
Iron-Fist: “If you leave me now, you take away the biggest part of me …..oooooooooooooooo, baby please don’t go.”
Good bye Hardies.
Life goes on.
I now work in the city of Sydney, its great so far.
I really like the lunch I can buy here,
Sushi lady: Tuna for you, big boy?
Me: I don't know. How is it?
Sushi lady: Ebery day you come in here and you ask the same ting. Now, it crappy yesterday, it was crap the day before and guess wat? It no change.
Me: I'll have the tuna.
Sushi lady: No crut?
Me: No crust.
There are a few things I have noticed since working in the city.
• Tube tops are perfectly acceptable business wear
• People travel from the suburbs to the City and then strut around as if its New-York
• Everything smells like pee.
• People seem to have the time to go for a jog in the middle of the day, during business hours.
• Asians travel in packs.
• The cost of food goes up; the size of food goes down.
• It’s perfectly acceptable to cross the road, any time, any where, just because you feel like it, even if there is 2 tons’ worth of Taxi flying towards you.
To you helpdesk people still at Hardies,
“We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing-grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never give up, We shall never surrender!"
posted by Ric33r at 3:38 PM
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