Flagpole Tyranny

Daylight is fast fading. There are shadows rising amid the setting sun, creeping around the corners. Shit is about to happen.


Recently, there had been a power shift, which rocked the very foundations of our origins within this certain company that we, as of this writing, are currently working in. It is a fun job; suffice to say, to the point where some responsibilities may have slipped now and then, including a serious fuck up or two. But the place, somehow, had retained its harmony – at least, within the confines of our department, which is located far away from the office politics – well, the smaller grunts, actually, such as yours truly and the newer batch after me are safe from any politics to some degree. At some point, we are used as live ammunition or a scapegoat to make certain the ones above us continue to rule as they see fit.


As I’ve said, this job is fun. We only worked, really worked, on Thursdays and Fridays, ensuring our product comes out with the highest possible standards there is to journalism. It is not always, possible, but we do put our best efforts into it, at times. We also got to toy with some of the newest gadgets around, and the boss doesn’t mind us using it for as long as we work here. We get to travel, with allowance, and bring that allowance back home to add to our savings – if we’re lucky, the sponsor would throw us a bone or two, something we would either keep or sell for more cash. We only hold a modicum grudge for having Saturdays as part of work schedule, and we literally do not do anything there, except engage in dialogs to other departments, and play the PS4 with them, or watch the latest horror movie.


Our workload is little, our boss had been lenient, our salary is shit – it doesn’t even hit the equivalent of $500 – but our perks thus far, have been amazing. One of our bosses even won a Vios, which he sold for a steal. Beyond that, it’s the continuous learning experience on the writing craft, because, most of us there are shitty writers from some backwater town or province.


The power shift had changed some of that. Majority from the former and new departments have been raising concerns, complaints, that the boss is now being a dick. Just recently, the boss had his crosshairs locked on the new department, for their mishap on failing to go to work on a Sunday. To simplify things, something big happened on that day, and they were expected to go work, on a Sunday, without being told so. To their defense, the new department focuses on the company’s social media maintenance, which can, if you think about it, be done at home. Personally, they shouldn’t really think ill of it too much, as the other people – like me – sometimes have to go to work on Sundays and holidays.


My colleague had somehow dug info that the once simple boss with a humble number of stocks has actually bought a larger part of the company, promoting him to god-like status. Everyone agrees, nodding in unison, that that was the reason for his flagpole wielding tyranny. This has been semi-proven after speculations from tidbits of information that comes our way. Such as the episode where the boss had pointed out to the new department that he is above the hierarchy, telling them, that he is on top of all the other bosses and if they do not like it, they can leave.


My personal opinion is this: I don’t give a flying fuck. The boss is being a boss, but he still beats the shit out of other bosses that shoves a stick up their employees’ asses – Lord forbid, if there is such literally – he continues to maintain a composure, which makes him still easier to approach than the rest. Based from my friends’ experiences, as of this writing, in their current workplaces, their bosses are total D-bags. They almost literally want to gouge the eyes off their bosses, crucify them, and leave them intestines uncoiling in the ground for the dogs to feed on.


My colleague and I had been given extra work on the main department, which isn’t so fun. It is exciting, and adrenaline pumping, but not fun. This is, what I believe, a punishment for the times of being late too often, and fucking up every now and then. We had become too lenient to our own responsibilities and had received its big pointy end. We had been given sufficient amount of time to reprimand our mistakes, and we had done so, only to falter again later.


The boss being a total dick thing is an exaggeration, blown up like an oversized sex doll. And this entire thing is our just desserts. It isn’t pleasant, and we have hope things will somehow balance out. In the meantime, I’ll bother more on how to be awesome on my own.

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