What happens when one hand doesn't know what the other's doing? Or, in a corporate context, what happens when the thumb doesn't know what the ass is doing?

You'll have to excuse me, I had a bit of a frustrating day at work today.

Where do I begin? Should I start with the fact that despite the high-profile company name and reputation, I have somehow ended up in nearly the same situation as the one I was in before? I work, for the most part, with a bunch of emotionally challenged, miserably incompetent, ethically under-tooled assgoblins! The main difference being that they are, for the most part, a really nice and smiley bunch of emotionally challenged, miserably incompetent, ethically under-tooled assgoblins. Can someone please explain to me what kind of a company refuses to accommodate commuting employees during a transit strike, refuses to hire people on a full-time basis (except managers), has a turnover rate like a Puerto Rican whorehouse, but doesn't mind hiring weirdo Eurotrash that lie on their applications and ask for time off during the busiest time of the fiscal year because the "sailing season" is around the corner?

Too specific? Yeah, OK, I realize that this is all pretty meaningless to the average person stumbling across my ramblings, but Sweet Christ did I ever need to write that down! Digital therapy at its best people.

Look, I realize that I'm doing it to myself. If I wanted to interact with human beings on a genuine level and to search for a deeper meaning of life and creativity, I'd be better off trying to develop a meaningful relationship with my aftershave. What I'd like to figure out is how I can prevent the whole eventual assault-rifle-assisted dive off the deep end...

"Meetings are an addictive, highly self-indulgent activity that corporations and other organizations habitually engage in only because they cannot actually masturbate." - Alain van der Heide