all hands to the poop deck
Apr. 22nd, 2005 03:49 pmOn Tuesday morning, i got my ass out of bed at 05:45 so i could attend our lovely corporate all-hands. I managed to lower my expectations to a degree where i actually managed to enjoy the meeting (then again, i've found our all-hands to be rather unpainful, in general). It boiled down in two phases: our CEO yammered about the news, then their CEO and COO yammered about the news; then the usual suspects (the execs) came out and talked about how well we're doing and how much our upcoming stuff rocks
tritone
At least we got to see one of the SVPs being given a badly butchered mohawk on stage.
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Date: 2005-04-22 11:25 pm (UTC)I dread, and I mean dread, the day that happens to our little company.
Hope your job survives the inevitable efficiency-improving changes.
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Date: 2005-04-23 12:39 am (UTC)A company I used to work for kept being bought by slightly larger companies, which would then get sick and wither away except for my little profitable division, then the cycle would repeat.
The last time, the new masters came and showed their promotional video about the happy corporate family when I already pretty much knew I was quitting (but before I'd told anyone). At one point, they showed a clip from one of the overseas offices of some company cabaret with executives in spangly sequin-covered pantsuits dancing and singing. Up to that point I'd been having the usual jitters about whether I was making the right decision. I stopped wondering so much just then.
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Date: 2005-04-23 12:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-23 01:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-23 01:49 am (UTC)That bit about the cabaret and the sequins... FWEET FWEET FWEET ABANDON SHIP THIS IS NOT A DRILL
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Date: 2005-04-23 12:47 pm (UTC)