Showing posts with label business. Show all posts
Showing posts with label business. Show all posts

Friday, April 08, 2022

Belonging Task Force

 

 This morning I got a corporate-wide e-mail.

Now my guess is that this is intended to be some sort of "diversity/equity/inclusion" group, and that's fine. Frankly, entirely too many of us geologic/engineering types are straight white dudes.

But the branding?!? "Belonging Task Force"? Seriously? Am I the only one old enough to immediately channel Tom Lehrer's "Folk Song Army"?

"Oh we are the Folk Song Army
Guitars are the weapons we bring!
To the fight against poverty, war, and injustice;
Ready! Aim! Sing!"

But that wasn't my immediate thought; instead it was "Why is this a thing when the first question that comes to my mind when I think about my corporate culture is "What the fuck is your malfunction?"

Stuff like this makes me wonder if the people in the C-suites really have any clue what's happening out on the shop floor.

Thursday, July 18, 2013

Prairie Dog Town

About twenty-one years ago this autumn I drove over the West Hills to the David J. Newton & Associates office in the 1201 Building along 12th Avenue (...across from the old Jefferson Street Theatre, the one that showed old-school porn, and the Doricourt apartment building where the kids in the basement flat once set fire to the place playing with lighter fluid. Important safety tip; when your kids are playing with lighter fluid its time to buy them some fucking toys).

Deb, the nice office manager, showed me my new workplace - a 12 by 12 beige cubicle on the north interior of the third floor office. I had a desk and a bookcase, a computer that had WordPerfect and Lotus 123 already loaded, and a swivel chair. Plus a regular chair to park my hard hat, viz-vest and to put my steel-toed boots under.

I was in the geotechnical engineering business.

Since then I've worked from converted houses and office parks, in other cubicles and out of trucks. The last two places, though, I've finally moved up to a real office with a door and windows and everything. Still, I'm a "staff" level guy; I do the field work, log the borings, test the backfills...and for most places that means I'm a cube rat, a natural resident of what at Dave's place we referred to as "prairie dog town"; you know how when something loud happens down at the other end of the office and all those heads pop up over the cubicle tops?

Yep. That.

So a short while back my corporate masters announced that there will be cubicles! in the Portland office. Mind you, we don't really NEED them; there's more than enough physical offices for the current staff, including the humble toilers in the vinyards of geotech and environmental engineering.

But, y'know...staff level. They really need to work in cubicles. Not like...well, people.

So it didn't shock me at all when I came in from the field yesterday and found this where the central conference table used to be:


I'm reminded occasionally that because I have deliberately chosen to remain where I am - I like what I do; I like getting my hands in the soil, working out physical problems, building things and I don't like schmoozing and bargaining with clients and drumming up business - that even after 21 years in this business my corporate masters still consider me just another prairie dog.

Twenty-one years of experience, knowledge, and practice is a bagatelle next to my place on the pay scale.

Fortunately many of those of us in prairie dog town still have a sense of humor about it:


Still. Remember this and remind me next time why it is I laugh when some bewattled twat at some conservative think-tank gets up to harrumph about the "dignity of the workingman" and the nobility of the "everyday American".

Because for your lords and masters there's always a place for you common folk.

It's just always going to be somewhere in prairie dog town.

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Gas! Gas! Gas!

My particular contempt for the pack of gussied-up ninnies, professional grifters, idle rich, and crony-capitalist-whores who are in the running for this year's GOP presidential nomination will come as no surprise to you who are familiar with this blog.

But I should note that my contempt is to some degree bipartisan. While the Republican streetwalkers are more than willing to perform whatever degrading tricks their corporate masters demand of them, their whoring is more shameless only by degree, and by the extent to which they attempt to turn the rest of their fellow Americans out compared to their Blue counterparts. The U.S. political system is awash with cash, stuffed to the eyes with jack, bloated and poisoned with lucre, and the Democrats have proved more than willing to ride on the gravy train with their less circumspect GOP counterparts.

But one particular nasty trick belongs to the Republicans and the Republicans alone; the bizarre insistence that "government is the problem", which helps insure public contempt for all governance, good and bad, as well as helping facilitate bad government (which is, in fact, a problem).

Because leaving aside whether government is or isn't a problem, absent the government - municipal, state, federal - what's left?

No, Mister Paul, it's not some sort of free-market individualist libertarian paradise; this is 21st Century North America, not fucking Fantasy Island.

No, what's left is private organizations.

And the wealthiest, best organized, and consequently most powerful organizations are commercial enterprises; businesses, corporations, call them what you will. From the local grocery chain to the regional branch of Multinational, Inc., these are the last tall men standing when the government goes bye-bye.

My problem with the GOP is that their message is simply; trust them. Love them. They are GOOD.

But...why would any sane person do that?

Corporations are just people in groups. Republicans are notorious for not trusting people in groups unless they all wear the same clothes (and we'll get to that in a moment). People in groups are, as my father the Master Chief was fond of saying, as smart as the IQ of the smartest guy in the group divided by the number of people in it and as honest as the least honest guy with the skills to dip your wallet.

Here's a good example. Pacific Gas and Electric
"...(cut) back on pipeline-replacement projects and maintenance, laying off workers, using cheaper but less effective inspection techniques and trimming other pipeline costs, saved upward of 6 percent of the money designated for pipeline safety, maintenance and operations programs...(and) spent $56 million annually on an incentive plan for executives and "non-employee directors."
And in 2010 a massive pipeline explosion in San Bruno, CA, killed eight people and destroyed over three dozen homes.

Now here's the thing; I don't blame PG&E.

That's right. They were just doing what a private company is supposed to do; making a profit. They shaved the edges of safety, hoping to squeeze a little extra profit here and there, and they guessed wrong, and the poor suckers in San Bruno paid for it.

But the "market" isn't designed to reward safety. Or anything but pure profit.

Which is why the human race has always found, whenever it has tried pure, raw, unrestricted, unregulated profit, that the goons, thugs, grifters, and thieves always come out of the walls. Because forming a cartel and fixing prices is always easier and more profitable than working hard to provide good service at low cost. Because stealing is always quicker and richer than trying to figure the market and the customer and the materials and work out the right price for the goods.

The GOP is right in this; when it comes to making and selling stuff, government often IS a problem. Governments just don't work quickly and subtly enough to respond to private demands - they can't; when your fuckups can cause the sort of irretrievable damage that government fuckups can, it pays to be slow and careful.

But the GOP is wrong, dead wrong, idiotically and criminally wrong in their insistence that private business is NEVER a problem. Especially today, when the business selling you things may be half a world away, far out of reach of your puny strength and invulnerable long after they have detonated your street and killed your kids.

No matter whether it's spilling petroleum into deep waters, leveling mountaintops, selling tainted meat, or blowing up your street; the private malefactors need a counterweight to keep them in fear of injuring or stealing from you.

That is the government's job, and they should be encouraged and empowered to do it. And anyone who tells you differently - Democrat or Republican - is trying to put you in the position so that someone who is paying his bills is in another position, and one that enables him to fuck you over if he so chooses.And the good people of San Bruno - those who remain - can tell you exactly what's wrong with that.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Three-house Monte

Here I was thinking about the latest in the "housing bubble" news - the recent spate of articles about some sort of large-scale, long-running scam in foreclosures - when I came across this; an explanation of how all these people got into the position of having their homes jerked out from under them.

Even rhe logic tree is fairly tortuous;And here's the thing; I cannot for the life of me discern how any of this frenetic financialization and securitization and banksterization of something as simple as a home loan benefits anyone other than the street hustlers in the nice suits at the places like Bear Stearns and Goldman Sachs that crafted all this cleverness.

Someone - Bob Reich, maybe? - said once that the financiers hadn't "invented" anything of genuine benefit to the average citizen since the ATM machine, and this sort of big-money street hustle makes me suspect that he was on to something.

Essentially a home loan should be just that, a single, simple transaction between lenders, who get interest on the money they lend, and borrowers, who get the capital they need to own the place they live. I cannot see how any further fiddling with the arrangement benefits anyone other than the three-card monte hustlers in the financial "business".

If they did this on a street corner you'd expect the beat copper (are there beat coppers anywhere anymore?) to chase them down the block with cards and quarters going every which way, the sort of minor comic scene you'd expect in a Thirties movie.Except at the moment it isn't a movie - it's our lives.

Can anyone explain to me why we seem to be more upset about things like public arguments over religion and television programs that this? Are we that stupid, or just that easily distracted by the shiny pretty?

Sunday, September 30, 2007

Sleep

It's late Sunday night, and Mojo and the Peep and Shaomei are upstairs watching "The Curse of the Were-Rabbit" and trying out the new swing we're going to try and get Shaomei to sleep in tonight. We called the doctor, who thinks she may well have an ear infection. We're taking her in tomorrow to get her checked out. Big thanks to Kelli of Waiting for Sprout for her congee: it was a firestorm of little people success. Even her daemon lover th Peep thought it was terrific!

I'm going to go and help with the younger set, and hopefully get some sleep tonight. Tomorrow I want to start the new month with the story of the little girl from the big city, the child who came home from Guangzhou with us, and how our family came to be.

Until then - goodnight.