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mardi 11 février 2014

Okay, so I haven't written anything since my first post. That was three months ago. Not very professional. But hey, I've had a lot on my plate. Stuff to do. Work to find. Anyway, now things seem a bit calmer, so this time, I promise you at least one update every tuesday, maybe more. Sound good ?

So anyway, last time I wrote an article, I had just quit my job. This time, I got fired. No, wait a second, don't judge me that fast ! I didn't do anything bad ! It's just that, apparently, I'm "more of an artist than a program director". Or so they said. Well, there is also the fact that I arrived five minutes late the day the big boss was around. But since they didn't mention that, I'm guessing they didn't care about it. I mean, why would they not mention it if it was the cause ? Because other people where late on all the other meetings, and nobody said anything ? Because it would undermine their authority, knowing that they got ordered around like that ? Because it would hurt the team's morale to know that five minutes on the wrong day could cost you your job ? Because they were afraid I might react badly and demoralize everybody else, make a big scene ? They're a respected american corporation, they wouldn't lie just because of that !

Anyway, it doesn't really matter. I'm a swell guy, I'll get a new job soon. Because if I don't, well, I might not be able to stay in Holland for long. Why ? Well, I'm swiss, and my xenophobic compatriots have just voted an immigration quota violating the Schengen agreement, which means that freedom of movement and work between the EU and Switzerland is, to put it mildly, fucked in the ass by a gorilla on Viagra. Thanks a lot, guys.
And who exactly, in Switzerland, voted for that quota ? Was it the big companies, protecting their economic interests ? Nope. Was it the government ? Nope. Was it the people who live day to day with immigrants, who know them, who see how they live and contribute to society ? Nope.
It was the rural population, who hasn't seen a black person anywhere else than on TV. It was the people who have nothing to do with migrants in the first place, and on whom migrants have the least impact. In other words, it was all those who had no fucking idea what they were talking about, but wante to be heard anyway. Them, and the swiss-italians. But let's not get into politics.

So now I have to look for a new job. To suck up to new people. To start ass-licking again from square one. I know, I know, ass-licking is never fun. And it never stops. But at least, after the first few times, you get rid of the crust, and all the shit hanging around. And then there's just soft skin under your tongue. Sure there are some hairs here and there, but it's more of a symbolic humiliation than a real chore.
On the other hand, not being employed at that company does have it's perks. No more sucking up to old farts. No more forced smiles all day long. No more constant assessment of performance. No more constant worrying about getting fired. In short, no more job. 

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