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Hehehe, Johnny was a turd polishing man...

Everybody sing it with me...

I know that only those folks I work with understand the reference contained within my newly written little ditty, so I shall explain that which I am singing of in a sort of country, blue grassy fashion at the moment...

For those of you in the know and who have been paying close attention to this here Blog know that my primary job is as a machinist, not as just a machinist though, but rather as a journeyman machinist as certified by the state in which I reside. At this here job thing, I would take other people's work (also known as turds) and finish them to perfection (also known as polishing them) though in the real world as everyone knows, perfection is impossible so my job was to make the parts as perfect as humanly possible...

This is the job I placed a bid for and was accepted. And five or six years ago, this meant I went from a "B" Machinist to an "A" Machinist in terms of the pay structure at my place of employment. "That's great!" you may be saying to yourself at this very moment, but wait it gets even better in a sarcastic sort of way. Someone higher up the food chain decided that it would be a wonderful idea if the hourly production personal would be known as technicians. You make everyone exactly the same so that no one's feelings would be hurt. When the machinists decided that their feelings were hurt by no longer being machinists in the eyes of company, those who have the power to actually do things decided that machinists will be known again as machinist, but instead of alphabetical classification with "A" being the highest it was decided that a number system with "3" being the highest level attainable by the plebes. OK, I was an "A" then a technician then a "2". So I was demoted while remaining at the same position for I was told that not everyone could be a level 3...

Well, being that I did not appreciate the fact that I was demoted for a position that I bid up to achieve in the first place, my attitude was a bit more negative than those folks who are paid for their cognitive abilities care for, my performance suffered greatly. So the higher compensated folks had meeting after meeting with me to motivate me to return to the level that I worked in predemotion days. And I asked to be removed from this area of work, which did not happen until... until the exit interviews of two of my fellow machinists. It was discovered by the upper higher ups that the lower higher ups are not listening to the plebes about where the plebes wish to work when the area needs employees...

Now what does this all have to do with me singing, "Johnny is a turd polishing man? "Well since two of my fellow plebes quit, I was laterally promoted to position that actually matches my postdemotion level of employment. In some ways, I am happy and yet I feel as if I had to grab my ankles and take like a man as is spoken in machinist vocabulary...

So I am no longer a turd polisher and my... um... think of something nice... er... co-worker, Johnny, is the only turd polisher left. I suppose I could say that he received everything he deserved and I could type for many more than I have here about the joys of working with someone who eats with the bossman everyday of the week and even purchases the bossman a can of Pepsi every day of every week of work...

But I won't for I have come to the end of my rambling for this day in the history of this universe...

This is the Word of the AntiCrust...

Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...