Oh boy oh boy

[flexagon]

I got a ride to yoga today with a little bird from the QA group, and the little bird told me that tomorrow an email is coming out announcing my group's placement under a new manager, the same person who oversees the QA group. He and I also got to talking about the programs that Colubrid is requiring we all install on our computers, which I haven't done yet, and it turns out that one of them (Colubrid MyDesktop) sits there and monitors browser activity, among other things. Oh, excellent! By which I mean fuck me sideways with a cheese grater!

(As for the manager, the news isn't especially bad, as we knew we'd be placed under him eventually; it's just a shock to hear that it's happening now. The guy is something of a silver fox, the sort who's in his 50s but still is athletic, has the fashionable glasses and drives a red sports car. So I will call him Silver Fox. Today is actually the first time I've heard anything bad about thim, and the little bird is actually a bit of a whiner, so we'll see. It'll probably be just fine. There's something sudden and strange about randomly knowing it's going to happen tomorrow, though.)

To add to the future shock, our email system is going to disappear after Friday, to be replaced entirely by the crappy, I might add online Colubrid system. Aggh! I was so productive today! And you know why... it's because I was ignoring all this Colubrid-foo, and enjoying doing my work. It was soured slightly by an amazingly arrogant/mean comment from someone I mercifully don't work closely with, who hasn't yet realized that the point of being smart is not to look down on other people... but nonetheless it was pretty good. But now -- fewmets. All the constant change -- change your insurance, change your 401(k) withholdings, don't take vacation, change your manager, change your time reporting, change your email, install all this crap, get a photo taken for your new Colubrid badge -- is starting to make things feel very slippery indeed.

Also, my bug isn't here. I forgot to ask where he'd be tonight -- presumably out musicalling it up. Whatever.

I'd like to go to sleep with a giant crash, as if slamming the door on the day. But unfortunately my bed isn't wired to simply knock me unconscious. I'll have to go to sleep the old-fashioned, quiet, relaxed way. :b

Comments

[hiddenbear.livejournal.com]

I think a lot of it has to do with covering their asses now-a-days. They aren't actively monitoring, but if they have to fire you, they can go back and find cause. Plus, if there is some sort of legal investigation, they have everything recorded that they might have to submit. I still LJ, I still maxx, and I still IM/email. If the rest of my work isn't good enough, so be it.

[flexagon]

Honestly, I don't care to let them find cause. I don't want to get fired and I don't want to play I bet you're not watching me type games. Does that make me chickenshit? I guess it probably does. As I said to blue, I've never been monitored before. I do think they have every right to do it, but it makes me feel untrusted.