A Tale of Two Interns

The department assistant called me to remind me to give my time sheet to the administrator. I said I had given it to Robert, the college kid, to fill his line in. She told me he doesn't have to any more, as he is now a full time employee. I got it back from him and put it where it needed to go. And that's how I found out that I didn't get my change of status this year.

Oh well. I am not quite as upset as you might think I oughtta be. Allow me to explain.

The Chairman of the Board gave his report at the shareholders' meeting yesterday, and sent out a memo about it to all employees, one that could not be forwarded, printed, or copied from. He announced an aggressive three year plan of cost-cutting by moving jobs out of New York to our other locations, including Chennai, which is what they call Madras these days.

(He evidently hadn't heard that the Governmnet of India is planning on taxing the global revenues of any company that does any core business from their country.)

As a new addition to staff Robert can't be laid off for the next six months, or so I hear. After that he is a sitting duck. And now he can't claim quite so much overtime either. While I presumably remain under the radar, as I was two years ago when the programmers, testers and analysts last hired were given about ten minutes to pack up. (We weren't fully unpacked from 9/11 anyway.) The same day someone flew out and fired the whole Chicago office, except for two or three people.

It looks like they's thowed me into that mean ol' briar patch agin.