Tuesday, January 15, 2002
|1:51 PM|
Great. We finally get an answer on the contract. Unfortunately, it has a really big BUT. The only way that my company could make money is if we were the ones supplying toner. That has become a point of contention. Previously, once we got an answer, I would no longer be a contractor, and I'd have real health benefits and everything is swell. But now, we have an answer, and I could be made a full employee, but then I could immediately be laid off as my company decides to walk from this deal. Things that have changed...0. I'm told this is the closest we've ever been to finalizing it all, but that doesn't change my status as "Technician Whore".
We took a country, blew it up, chased off the government, installed a new one, freed an entire repressed gender, and spent craploads of money, all without pissing anyone off who wasn't actively being blown to hell. Yet a group of people who negotiate for a living can't come to an agreement after a year of foot licking, present giving, and a bunch of old white guys slow dancing. This is utterly superfluous. If our civilization were to fall, right now, and be buried, it would take future archeologists decades and decades to determine this office's impact, if any, on anything that matters to the rest of humanity.
Whenever I get in this kind of mood I am tempted to run off to South America and build toilets for imporverished people. I had a crush on a girl, and during one summer she went to some terribly poor area and built toilets, she then gave a presentation at our school about her experiences. I paid close attention because I thought she was cute. After the presentation, I decided that building stuff that let people have a bit of comfort was a really incredibly cool thing to do. I'm proud of my All American Porcelain Relief Palace, (To quote P.J. O'Rourke). I think if I was a dirt poor cattle farmer, I would hope he would be comforted by the thought "I may be starving, dirt poor, and have no control over my destiny, but thanks to that smug asshole I can go to the bathroom without worrying that snakes will bite my ass. Thank God for that."
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