Thwarted Attempts
Thwarted Attempts
Piper and Clark are finally pushed far enough to want to go over to mediation services across the street (all too convenient, I think) and discuss optional steps to take against ICE. I agree to become an accomplice—if only to add another interesting journal in my blog. I can think of nothing particularly heinous against my person (although I should have reviewed my blog) recently, so I decide to just be a factual supporting voice.
We sneak across the road at 2:25 and walk into Mediation services. I’m all snickers and have a feeling like I should be draped in dark clothing. Or at least have a wig and large sunglasses on. I vaguely glance at Carol & CEO-lady’s office windows, which are positioned towards Mediation services. If they saw us crossing the street, they’d probably know why we were headed in that direction—or at least had expected such actions.
Too late to worry about that now.
We walk up to the second floor and are seated in a small waiting room. We’re all very antsy and guilt ridden. Clark mentions how he doesn’t know what to say—I don’t think any of us know what to say.
Finally our mediator steps in and leads up through a series of turns and back to a small meeting room. It doesn’t take much to provoke our unhappiness. We go through our lists. Clark’s non-promoting promotion, Piper’s non-salary increase for mistakes that weren’t her fault, both Clark and my own experiences with Carol, our horrible titles, the unfair salaries, the 40-50% turnover, our medical problems… everything.
They’re not doing anything illegal though, so the only thing she can do is report Carol to her HR trainer—who will then reveal our traitorous ways and potentially get us fired. The mediator then offers us some literature and wants to set up an appointment at ICE to have a staff morale improvement session.
We learn what we feared, that CEO-lady is the highest reporting official that we can go to and they can’t really do much of anything.
I ask right before we leave, “Have there been others to come here recently?”
She replies, ‘yes, many. Some this year and in years past.”
“So you’re just telling us to quit and let those that replace us suffer?”
She doesn’t say no, but she doesn’t say yes either.
We leave dejected. Piper wants to go to HR, but then Piper’s suspecting that she’s going to get fired anyway. Just earlier this day I learned that the Dreamweaver and Flash classes Step-on-me just denied to me merely weeks ago, are being set in my path once more. I am now being trained in web design (even though I have a degree in it) and turned away from copywriting. Piper and I both suspect that her time is short and that she’s being squeezed.
Piper and Clark are finally pushed far enough to want to go over to mediation services across the street (all too convenient, I think) and discuss optional steps to take against ICE. I agree to become an accomplice—if only to add another interesting journal in my blog. I can think of nothing particularly heinous against my person (although I should have reviewed my blog) recently, so I decide to just be a factual supporting voice.
We sneak across the road at 2:25 and walk into Mediation services. I’m all snickers and have a feeling like I should be draped in dark clothing. Or at least have a wig and large sunglasses on. I vaguely glance at Carol & CEO-lady’s office windows, which are positioned towards Mediation services. If they saw us crossing the street, they’d probably know why we were headed in that direction—or at least had expected such actions.
Too late to worry about that now.
We walk up to the second floor and are seated in a small waiting room. We’re all very antsy and guilt ridden. Clark mentions how he doesn’t know what to say—I don’t think any of us know what to say.
Finally our mediator steps in and leads up through a series of turns and back to a small meeting room. It doesn’t take much to provoke our unhappiness. We go through our lists. Clark’s non-promoting promotion, Piper’s non-salary increase for mistakes that weren’t her fault, both Clark and my own experiences with Carol, our horrible titles, the unfair salaries, the 40-50% turnover, our medical problems… everything.
They’re not doing anything illegal though, so the only thing she can do is report Carol to her HR trainer—who will then reveal our traitorous ways and potentially get us fired. The mediator then offers us some literature and wants to set up an appointment at ICE to have a staff morale improvement session.
We learn what we feared, that CEO-lady is the highest reporting official that we can go to and they can’t really do much of anything.
I ask right before we leave, “Have there been others to come here recently?”
She replies, ‘yes, many. Some this year and in years past.”
“So you’re just telling us to quit and let those that replace us suffer?”
She doesn’t say no, but she doesn’t say yes either.
We leave dejected. Piper wants to go to HR, but then Piper’s suspecting that she’s going to get fired anyway. Just earlier this day I learned that the Dreamweaver and Flash classes Step-on-me just denied to me merely weeks ago, are being set in my path once more. I am now being trained in web design (even though I have a degree in it) and turned away from copywriting. Piper and I both suspect that her time is short and that she’s being squeezed.
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