Feb 05 2009
Really… SRSLY??
I went back and read my old blog entries. I liked my voice then. I found it funny (though I understand I am my own brand of kool-aid, not for mass consumption). And then I read recent posts and I see a VAST difference. I thought at first it was that I haven’t been writing. But I am now wondering if some of it isn’t from my elimination of my “life” into the blog. Or at least my rants about it
Life is part of what was interesting enough to have anyone reading (Paris probably didn’t hurt either). Despite what I try to convince myself about writing for me, there is a part of me that revels in knowing that someone out there is reading and relating to it too. I feed off the feedback. There it is. So I am going to insert some life back in. Hold your honchos and bear with me as I try to get back into voice with some non-identifiable in the important ways parts of the story of my life

Anyone who has been around for a while knows I work for international organisations. I can confirm these are places that Kafke’s nightmares are made of. Actually might be his wet dreams because the bureaucracy here, it goes to a whole other level that might be above Kafke’s head. And honestly, that is being polite. I am also a consultant with said organisation, one who five years later- knows too damn much about navigation and bridges in that Kafka analogy. Being a consultant sounds nice and fancy but in reality is freelance with none of the freelance benefits and to the insiders means sub-humanoid. Yes to them I am a procured good, which makes the difference between me and a load of bricks about 10 pounds. And this irks the holy ever loving hell out of me. I have yet to put that final layer of polish on the skill of not taking the petty shit personal. Call me human.
Additionally let’s add to the fun in this equation, BLESS being in the US with a blue passport. Because even though I am not reported to IRS by the organisation I have to report myself and hand over anywhere between 35-50% of my take home to the IRS (I don’t want to risk it as a citizen). What ever dippy the shit stick that wrote the tax code so self-employed people pay twice the taxes but can’t qualify for unemployment or get reasonable insurance… Him, he ought to be frog marched out at dawn with his pants around his ankles and shot. 3 times (one for each of his valuables, never said I wasn’t vindictive!).
Now I don’t believe in complaining against that which you bought into. I bought into shite taxes, self-insuring (which sweet buttery baby jesus don’t get me started on that), no retirement planning and insecurity. I know the risks, like breaks in contracts, so I buffer against them as I can- setting my daily rate. I also know 9 out of 10 times January is going to suck great big green puss infected donkeyballs with a side effect of anxiety knitting. Over the rest of the year I save like no tomorrow. I remain relatively debt free (I have student loans but for a small amount). I work my ass off delivering my part of the bargain and then some because well that is who I am. So fuck me sideways with a chainsaw for wanting a cost of living adjustment when I change contracts and my insurance rates go up by about 17%. And when I was offered a contract (actually I was offered two which has made things a whole hell of a lot more complicated and doesn’t help negotiations ironically) on Friday I gave my rate with the same cost of living adjustment that US Social Security uses. No raise, even though if I were staff I would have more than qualified for one. And today that was blown down by HR saying I would not be granted a raise as it was for a similar job… Are you fucking kidding me?!!? A difference of not even 1% of expenditures for the project that I will be managing. Which I undoubtably merit, and did not ask for- this was cost of living only… no one can argue that prices have gone up. And because of the economy they know they can kind of do that. I know I should be happy that I will have work. Trust me on that front I am. But I don’t have to like being exploited, even if in a very indirect way I signed up for that. And that my friends is why I want to maim HR.
Hatred of HR people grows in this padowan. I am positive that the karmic build up of being an HR person for the afterlife has got to be worse than being reincarnated as a cockroach. No offense if you are an HR person, and my apologies to what your karmic reincarnation is going to put you through… But every HR person I have met, has had it coming. Seriously there is no consideration of Humans in Human Resources. I honestly think it should be taken out of their title, also maybe they should not be considered humans themselves. I understand there have to be backstops and protection measures. But when you want to fight over something that is less than 1% of your disbursements that honestly would provide return on investment, I have to think you need to go and find out what the bolt side of a shaft feels like. Raking me over the coals when we both know I am worth the extra wee bit… well I can only say that one way or another the bad Buddhist in me hopes you get it something fierce. Like Shiva with all arms wound up at once. Cause yes it is a crappy economy out there, and you have me over a barrel (with no wrap around or lube) but one way or another it will come back and get you. Yes, believing that is the only way I can go on I guess.
I am going to take my lumps, but I am promising myself I am not going to over offer (which isn’t my way but this is to buy time not advance). I am also going to hope that this is all moot and I can tell HR to fuck themselves later next week. See in this whole clusterfuck of fun… I am also interviewing for a permanent post next week. One of the ones that will pay me more (because of tax status), give me medical and pension benefits, and oh yeah be for a “long” duration (which in international organisations is a year!). And while I know it isn’t the end all be all of jobs, I WANT it. I also stand a good chance as it is with the team I used to work for (different division) and my abilities and what I bring to the table are known and valued by the hiring manager. I stand at least a 50-50 chance and if I get it… I am going to whack it back at them I tell you. And if not… well I can still hope that the next cockroach I squish was an HR person in a previous life right??
















