Ugh. My boss just reminded me that the uber-boss of the uber-company that owns our little company is here to tell us about the state of our profits. It usually goes a little something like this:
Your Tiny Company earned a boatload of money this year since you all nearly went mad making that grammar book everyone uses. Our German newspapers continue to suck the bag, and we have a couple bestsellers in the works that will bring us more profits. We made millions of dollars last year, but we have given you shitty dental coverage and lower raises because, well, if it's good enough for the oil companies to screw consumers and employees while posting record profits, it's good enough for a publishing conglomerate.
This always sours my mood. Dammit.
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