That Moment...

Is it possible for you to go to the powers that be and present your case on behalf of your employee? Explain that the person doesn't deserve what they're being put through? It might work, and even if it doesn't, it indicates to the Powers that you're a stand-up guy who goes to bat for your people. That's worthy of respect right there.

 

Oh, I see. You meant forty pounds in money. I thought you meant weight, and was thinking, "How can an e-book weigh forty pounds? I must need a refresher course in the laws of physics!"

 

TMW ... You feel old when you find two pairs of never worn before socks in your dresser and are excited about it....

 

I won't ask, but depending upon the laws in the UK, if the employee in question is a woman she might have grounds for a discrimination lawsuit if this goes through. I certainly wouldn't want to be in the position of doing the higher-ups' dirty work for them.

Is "induction" like new-employee probation? Gack, how insulting.

Anyway, I don't want to read too much into this, but it sounds an awful lot like what happened to me when I was still trying to make it in the professional world. In my case, I was the first employee in a new firm. I did everything and, I believe, I did it well. At least, my boss was always talking about how valuable I was, how he never wanted me to leave, and how I should take a lesson from the time the composer J. S. Bach was put in jail by his employer because he'd made noises about wanting to look for a new post. But as the years went on, new hires (all men) kept being brought in over me, at higher rates of pay, while my duties became more and more menial, till I was reduced to nothing but a glorified secretary. I could have left and been unemployed, but my boss made it impossible for me to get the work samples I needed to look for a new job. At last, however, the firm lost a big client and I was the one who got laid off, "Because you're not responsible for any current projects." "Whose fault is that?" I said, and he didn't have word one to say.
A couple years later, I was interviewing with another person in our field, a woman, incidentally, and she said of my former boss, "Oh, he told me once he felt so guilty about you. He said, 'I'll never find someone like Catrin who does all that shit work so well, for so little money. I should pay her more; I should hire a secretary and stop making her do that stuff, but it works out so well for me, I just can't.'" You'll notice he wasn't guilty enough to repent and do the right thing by me. It was all business, you understand.

I don't know all the ramifications of your situation. But if the employee you're dealing with has any chance of getting the heck out of there with good references and the work samples he or she is entitled to, I'd say they should make the jump. In my experience, it does not get better.

EDIT: No offense to secretaries, who intend to be secretaries. But that wasn't what I was trained and credentialled to do.

 

TMW when you're intensely debating with yourself on whether or not you should put your completed first chapter of your fantasy up for critique and review here. Followed later by the first chapter of your sci-fi once you have that done.

I mean...is it OK if I do that? I dunno...

 

Why wouldn't it be if you offer the necessary four critiques? I think that's the whole point of the workshop, friend.

 

Well, I'm just looking at all the other times I've posted work for critique and I'm cringing now. xD

 

I feel the same way. It's almost scary how much I've improved since I posted in the workshop. I'm sure you've improved, too.

 

Aight, just give me a bit to proofread my chapter, do the requirements before I post.

 

TMW you realize that "such" is short for "so much"

 

TMW you decide, "Fuck it, I'll post the Chapter One for my fantasy for critique before I revise" because I'm drawing a complete blank. x(

 

That moment when you're at work and you realise you've left at home and you sort of really need it because your workplace only has one clock and it's always broken.

That moment when you text your mum and ask her to drop your phone off at work but you can't... because you don't have your phone.

 

That moment...
you hear the sounds of someone knocking on glass only to realize it was coming from inside the mirror.

 

That moment when you understand that what matters to you is where the rubber meets the pavement and not where the rubber meets the air.

TMW you understand that the last person to break a rule pays for it, and that you are big enough to know and accept the consequences of your choices.

(Note: You may have guessed it. I work for a corporation with a nice website)

 

TMW you had chills yesterday, and you're afraid you still have it.

 

Ayoye !

That pretty well translates directly to "ouch" from the French above @big soft moose.

 

That moment when you'd almost rather believe it's supernatural entities moving your stuff and not just you getting old and losing your memory.

 

That moment when your uncle knocks on the door and asks if he can borrow a tea bag.

Followed about 5 minutes later by that moment when he knocks on the door and asks if he can borrow a teaspoon of sugar.

Closely followed by you remembering that moment a few years ago when that same uncle knocked on the door and asked if he could borrow an onion.