Administrative era

But only AFTER we've all been sodomised by the testicle-eating pixies

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35 thoughts on “Administrative era

  1. Pffftt! Well, if you don’t submit your timesheet on time, don’t expect to get paid on time, okay?? πŸ˜›

    Friday, 10am is my cut-off, and it’s a ball-ache running around after 70 people, making sure they’ve done their timesheets, which I then have to process by 5pm. And there is nothing worse that dealing with an irate twat because they haven’t been paid properly! πŸ˜€

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  2. There was a small engineering business whose workers had to punch cards and above the card rack was a notice: YOU MUST PUNCH THE COCK BEFORE STARTING AND WHEN LEAVING.

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  3. oh, and don’t forget to put on your aluminum foil hat and predict which specific projects you’ll be spending time on for the next 4 days! the testicle eating pixies are not going to like it if you aren’t psychic…

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  4. A recent “improvement” in our systems (where they pay us now on Friday instead of Tuesday) means our timesheets are due before 8 AM on Monday. Like fuck that I’ll be getting up early on a Monday just to put in my fucking timesheet.

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  5. The irony? I used to fill in my time sheets in great detail…til I found out they don’t look at the tast code layer beneath the main layer. Ever. So now they get bubpkis. -Admin will kill us-

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    • It’s the other way round with us: we have legions of admin people going through the codes with a fine-tooth comb to ensure that all participants in a particular meeting have allocated exactly the same time to it.

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  6. Shuttup! My boss just turned down my application for ONE day’s leave so I am now not moved by your timesheet situation. When I get over my irritation I will be suitably sympathetic with your suffering. Till then…….eat my shorts world!

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  7. It is somewhat comforting (and disturbing) to know that there are other companies that run with the same love and affection as the one where I work. It warms the cockles. Whatever those are.

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