sad ironic day at work

You get used to a certain amount of bollocks in the white collar world. I'm used to it. However, the tipping point is close for me at work right now. But in a lighter moment, today saw a touch of irony not lost on me. It was missed by most of my disillusioned and disheartened colleagues.

The job I applied for and started sixteen months ago involved working towards a bright and glorious global future for my company. July the first was THE day. For months after I started I did not know what we were supposed to deliver on THE day, but those charged with making big serious decisions did not seem to care about that. We had THE date and that was it.

Today, on THE day, those sixteen months later, I am not much closer to understanding what it is we have, so far, failed to deliver. I attend a lot of meetings and read a lot of documents. Air miles aplenty have been earned, though not by me, and rumour is that the cost of delivering that nothing has already reached twelve million pounds.

But wait, what is that I saw? Yes, there was a real, tangible delivery in IT today. Seven hooks were put into a wall on which six clocks where hung; all very Reuters-newsroom-flash. Until one of the clocks was taken away, DoA. And none of the remaining five had a battery to make them tick.

So there you go. THE day has arrived, the company is twelve million quid poorer, we have five non-ticking clocks on the wall and no morale.

Result.