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Absolutely. And when the revolution comes, the boss of Holiday Autos will be the first against the wall.
What worries me most about this show is the lack of precisely that simple understanding you've mentioned, Deva, and how endemic it seems to be in 'yer Management'; does some magical change occur when these people are promoted or back-stab their way up to managerial positions, whereby they imagine that people WANT to do tedious, repetitive, lowly-paid jobs, and are going to be motivated by anything other than improved wages and company bonhomie? The strange zombie-like look in their eyes in the meetings, as they discussed further ways to exploit their 'underlings', and make their lives more miserable? That bloody e-mail the crone sent around, causing half the female office to burst into tears; fine management, indeed. It's like a fascist microcosm, and it seems to be so acceptable, so commonplace, in The British Office. 'The working class can kiss my arse, I've got the foreman's job at last', indeed. |
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