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Nothing except the usual anger, bitterness and resentment over work.
Who sets the schedule? the people on the production floor? Maybe the asshole in his basement 400 miles away? Sure…let him do it. He can’t see what work is where and we won’t tell him, but let’s hold him to his plan [...]
Posted: September 14th, 2009 under Rantings, Work.
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