Today morning I called into my office some of my latest employees to ask them about their first impressions at the Blind Spot Jewellery Corporation. I made a little order on the desk, put the kettle on – as I wanted to create a relaxing atmosphere. When they arrived they stood in a row along the wall, wringing their hands and I already knew that my position, -legs on the desk- was truly mistaken. To break the embarrassing silence suddenly I shouted: “the water is boiling!!” Some of them dropped their hats in their affright and only get a bit relaxed when they saw me preparing tea in all the 7 mugs. As we begun to sip our tea I came up with the point: “How do you guys feel at the company, are you happy, ehh, enjoying the work?” They said “yes,yes, and it’s good here, the creativity and such..” .. “How about a little rum in that tea?” I winked. They were not so into it but to encourage them, I poured some for myself. We passed an hour like this without any proper, honest answers to my questions, until I got so fuckn' rolling drunk they did not really care. Actually they started to talk inbetween them about very low salary, questionable working conditions, the labour union, luncheon vouchers, and the continuous pain in the ass. Well, as far as I remember.
yeah, it’s always like this, gruesome, istn’t it? One of my overtiming polisher girls woke me up in the evening when there was nobody else in the building apart of us and the porter.