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Oct. 2nd, 2002 11:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
goldenmeanRant mode on. And how.
I am immensely pissed off at my work right now. Had two friends vanish today for supposed confidentiality violations in their livejournals. As far as I can tell, from reading these journals, people are now aware that we work for a company that makes videogames (Fresh off of Reuters!), that the hours are really bad (News at 11!), and that beta dates get missed (But we all know that software always ships on time!). They might even go so far as to know the names of games that have already been previewed in magazines (Dear god no!). And according to scuttlebutt, the fun's just beginning.
I'm thinking of quitting. Because a) While being pretty damned cautious about not revealing the name or even genre of the game(s) I work on, that's clearly not enough, and I will find quitting ever so much more satisfying than being escorted out, b) They're going to get rid of almost all of the temporary employees shortly anyway, as the gaming busy season is winding down (Look, look, another industry secret. I bet you never knew that the holidays are a major time for selling games), and c) Before today there was this unfocused corporate malevolence lingering. That's fine. That's what corporations do best. This one is no better or worse than any other in that regard. But now, it is very focused, and today it was focused at my friends. And I am immensely and rabidly protective of my friends. And I'm sick of selling my life for barely above minimum wage for a company I've lost all respect for.
That being said, I probably won't, mainly because I feel a certain allegiance to my team and don't want to screw them any more than they're already being screwed by walking off. Instead I think I will dance around in the storm with a big old lightning rod by not making this friends only, as I want to vent, and I don't feel like I have that much to lose. A happy salutation to any newcomers to my journal. I rather expect that I'll be seeing you sometime tomorrow so that you can execute company policy. I'm on the 4th floor (And now you know that my building has at least 4 floors. The horror!). Shouldn't be hard to spot.
I am immensely pissed off at my work right now. Had two friends vanish today for supposed confidentiality violations in their livejournals. As far as I can tell, from reading these journals, people are now aware that we work for a company that makes videogames (Fresh off of Reuters!), that the hours are really bad (News at 11!), and that beta dates get missed (But we all know that software always ships on time!). They might even go so far as to know the names of games that have already been previewed in magazines (Dear god no!). And according to scuttlebutt, the fun's just beginning.
I'm thinking of quitting. Because a) While being pretty damned cautious about not revealing the name or even genre of the game(s) I work on, that's clearly not enough, and I will find quitting ever so much more satisfying than being escorted out, b) They're going to get rid of almost all of the temporary employees shortly anyway, as the gaming busy season is winding down (Look, look, another industry secret. I bet you never knew that the holidays are a major time for selling games), and c) Before today there was this unfocused corporate malevolence lingering. That's fine. That's what corporations do best. This one is no better or worse than any other in that regard. But now, it is very focused, and today it was focused at my friends. And I am immensely and rabidly protective of my friends. And I'm sick of selling my life for barely above minimum wage for a company I've lost all respect for.
That being said, I probably won't, mainly because I feel a certain allegiance to my team and don't want to screw them any more than they're already being screwed by walking off. Instead I think I will dance around in the storm with a big old lightning rod by not making this friends only, as I want to vent, and I don't feel like I have that much to lose. A happy salutation to any newcomers to my journal. I rather expect that I'll be seeing you sometime tomorrow so that you can execute company policy. I'm on the 4th floor (And now you know that my building has at least 4 floors. The horror!). Shouldn't be hard to spot.
