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Sep. 26th, 2001 09:27 amWell, when it rains, it pours... or so I've been told.
The fallout from September 11th has hit SuperShuttle. We've laid off a dozen people, and I've gone from a 40 hour workweek to a 20 hour week. I am now starting to sniff around for a new job. I've had it with their shit. Management has screwed so many pooches they could open a stud service. They are asking union dispatchers to bail out their stupid non-union unit franchise drivers at the expense of union drivers, and seem to be surprised when we say no.
SS used to be a great place to work. My first year there, I worked on Thanksgiving. When I came in off the road after about six hours, there was a full turkey dinner waiting! This was their way of thanking us for working the holiday, even though we were just doing our regularly scheduled shifts! Last year? Bag lunches, and they didn't buy enough.
I'm uncomfortable with change in my life. I like my ruts. I like having a routine, and knowing what is coming down the road. I hate the idea of having to start over somewhere else, but I don't see many options at this point.
On the other hand, we all had a blast at Rocky in SLO. Had some incredible food, and I felt really old when I found out that some of the people there hadn't been born when I started seeing Rocky. (July 15, 1979, more or less.) My timing sucked, and I blew several calls, but it was fun.
My editor at Steve Jackson Games is making those "write something, damnit" noises again. One of the advantages of Trileptal is that it doesn't fog my thoughts anywhere near as badly as the Dilantin did. So perhaps I will get a few projects in. And get money for them.
Well, that's life during the time the computer was in the shop. I could have posted off the old machine, but I hate web-based interfaces, and had other things occupying my time.
The fallout from September 11th has hit SuperShuttle. We've laid off a dozen people, and I've gone from a 40 hour workweek to a 20 hour week. I am now starting to sniff around for a new job. I've had it with their shit. Management has screwed so many pooches they could open a stud service. They are asking union dispatchers to bail out their stupid non-union unit franchise drivers at the expense of union drivers, and seem to be surprised when we say no.
SS used to be a great place to work. My first year there, I worked on Thanksgiving. When I came in off the road after about six hours, there was a full turkey dinner waiting! This was their way of thanking us for working the holiday, even though we were just doing our regularly scheduled shifts! Last year? Bag lunches, and they didn't buy enough.
I'm uncomfortable with change in my life. I like my ruts. I like having a routine, and knowing what is coming down the road. I hate the idea of having to start over somewhere else, but I don't see many options at this point.
On the other hand, we all had a blast at Rocky in SLO. Had some incredible food, and I felt really old when I found out that some of the people there hadn't been born when I started seeing Rocky. (July 15, 1979, more or less.) My timing sucked, and I blew several calls, but it was fun.
My editor at Steve Jackson Games is making those "write something, damnit" noises again. One of the advantages of Trileptal is that it doesn't fog my thoughts anywhere near as badly as the Dilantin did. So perhaps I will get a few projects in. And get money for them.
Well, that's life during the time the computer was in the shop. I could have posted off the old machine, but I hate web-based interfaces, and had other things occupying my time.
