I tell ya… You try to do some good in the work place. Try to advance yourself. Offer to head up a project that no one wants. And what do you get? You get to drive from Long Island to fucking New Jersey every other day for 2 weeks. Why, you may ask? Well, that’s simple. Let me break down the story for you…

I volunteered to be one of the leads of a project that involved a new ERP / CAD interface (this is just douchebag corporate talk for a system that connects our mechanical design software with our production software). There were supposed to be two engineers from our office in NY, and two engineers from our (extremely busy) office in NJ learning this new system. We were the “super-users”… a rogue band of pocket-protecting engineers that are supposed to know this system back-to-front up and down, and every which way. We were the A-Team (in this scenario, I’m Mr. T). The system was supposed to be implemented in NJ first, because they’re more important than us. Herein lies the main problem… The two engineers from our NJ apparently didn’t have enough time (they were probably blowing each other) to learn this software the way myself and this other gentleman from our office did. Therefore, we are now the only two experts in the entire fucking company. Huzzah! So now, in order to get our NJ office up to speed, it is necessary for us to drive to NJ to teach these people. I wouldn’t mind this except for two things. First, we have three training classes a day for two hours each, and we’re not provided with lunch. We have to stay in a trailer behind a goddamn garbage dump for 8 hours, and we’re not provided lunch. That’s right… we’re training these Neanderthals how to use this Godforsaken software, and they can’t even give TWO guys lunch. Like a Rocco Stiffredi porno, that’s just real classy.  Secondly, teaching in New Jersey requires me to leave my house at 6 AM. And when I leave at 4 PM (at the earliest), I don’t get home until 7PM. That means I’m working, in essence, from 6 AM to 7 PM… That’s a 13 hour day. I don’t get paid overtime. And I know that this may be difficult to believe, but I have a life. I have a fiancée, pets, things to do (like find another job). I don’t get a bonus or an award for doing this extra fucking work. I’m having a difficult time even convincing my boss that I deserve a fucking raise for this. Having never been sodomized, I feel like this is close.

The way this situation has caused a few things to roll around in my brain…

First, why in the fuck do I still work here?

Second, how can it be considered ethical to have 10% of employees do 90% of the work?

Third, I wonder if I would die instantly if I jumped in front of a commuter train?

Has this ever happened to you? What did you do about it? I’m getting pretty sick of it, but until I find a new job, I don’t really have any recourse. Thoughts?

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