The New & Unproved Work/Job/Career Thread

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Bammer]

Yeah I missed that too. Wth bammer

She shouldn’t have put me in this position.

[JuanHamm]

It's rude to return a gift. As long as she was of sound mind when she gave it to you then you should definitely keep it.

[Bammer]

It's rude to return a gift. As long as she was of sound mind when she gave it to you then you should definitely keep it.

Right????

She should not have put me in this position.

[wease]

It's rude to return a gift. As long as she was of sound mind when she gave it to you then you should definitely keep it.

Not if it’s a monetary gift from a subordinate. Yes, she meant well, but it’s best not to be in that position as a supervisor.

[wease]

It's rude to return a gift. As long as she was of sound mind when she gave it to you then you should definitely keep it.

Right????

She should not have put me in this position.

She meant well, but you’re her boss. You can’t keep it.

[The Argonaut]

What do you mean, how do I give it back to her? Put it in an envelope and put it in her hand. If she tries to get cute again and refuse it, call her into your office and tell her why you won't accept it and put it in her hand again.

[Bammer]

What do you mean, how do I give it back to her? Put it in an envelope and put it in her hand. If she tries to get cute again and refuse it, call her into your office and tell her why you won't accept it and put it in her hand again.

This

[Coach]

Or, buy a bag of Ed's poop. They are selling for $100 in the poop thread.

[spike]

Just tell her it’s company policy that you can’t accept cash gifts. You’re her manager, she won’t question it.

[Bammer]

She probably fucked something up that I don’t know about yet and this is meant to soften the blow when I find out.

[spike]

All the more reason to not accept it.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Coach]

Yea, when in doubt, especially if you are a manager, get HR involved. I used to have a go-to HR person who I trusted for advice, etc. about my old team.

Now, I don't have a team (love it) and work more independently.

[spike]

$100 says Bammer’s company doesn’t have HR.

[Bammer]

$100 says Bammer’s company doesn’t have HR.

Instead of paying off that bet to me, you can send the money directly to The Human Fund

[spike]

$100 says Bammer’s company doesn’t have HR.

Instead of paying off that bet to me, you can send the money directly to The Human Fund

Already done.

[JuanHamm]

Just tell HR that you’re going to donate it

This is a good option. Everybody's happy.

[BurtReynolds]

Don't rat her out to hr! Don't be a snitch. Hr is not your friend!

[Higgs]

Don't rat her out to hr! Don't be a snitch. Hr is not your friend!

This. Never voluntarily engage with HR. Never.