Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Overtime work for the resources

For the last two months I stayed at the office overtime almost daily. Lots of work, lots of expectations. The Corporation is going through critical moments they said. We all know what that meant. Fiscal year was coming to an end and the profits weren't good enough. Not good enough to satisfy the shareholders, ulta-rich jokers rotting in their luxury yahts, on exotic beaches and premium cars. And we were busting our butts to bring them those extra few dollars per stock to keep them happy.

- How are you Seb? said Dave with a tired look. How was the week? Happy Friday.

Same old joke, resources waiting for a little break in the weekend. Saw it every week, each Friday they fol themselves, acting all happy, wishing desperately to believe they are happy only to get a 48 hours break from their chains, only to return on Monday morning looking like zombies, ready to get worked hard for another week. Some younger folks were genuinely happy, too young and stupid to realize what they're in.

- Surving Dave, just surving I said with a low voice sipping my coffee.
- What are you planning for the weekend?
- Nothing, recovering on sleep. Not in the mood for much else lately.
- Eh me neither... They're workig us like animals.
- Don't take it personally I said, they got to turn a profit not don't they?

Paulie was approaching us, he worked in a nearby bank. Quit the Corporation a couple of years ago and moved from place to place for a few dollars more. He got it bad in a couple of places, worked till he dropped, yelled at, made resposible for all trouble. Now he made it a bank paying one of the highest sallaries in the country for a resource but he was looking unhappier and older as ever. They worked him really good for those dollars. He was always complaining about money though, me and Dave were always wondering what he did with his pay.