Grieved

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      The Desk really doesn't like filing grievances.

      No. It doesn't. It's paperwork that invariably creates hard feelings and forces people to take sides in a matter that in many cases, has either a very simple, but undoable resolution, or is as unsolvable as the classic paradox.

      But... if a grievance needs filed, the Desk has no problem dusting off the fancy sounding verbosity and tooling out something that sounds like a third year law student.

      Well, this grievance needed filed. And all it was good for was as an exercise in the art.
      There is no resolution. Period. Per Legislation and Her Honor the Governor, everybody's hands are not only tied, they are bound to a mooring rope and about to be keel hauled for even thinking about giving somebody what would amount to a promotion. No way. No how. End of discussion. Dismissed.

      So, why bother?

      "I think that this situation absolutely requires a really futile and stupid gesture, be done on somebody's part."
      "And we're just the guys to do it." -Animal House

      And there you have it.

      Instead of lying down and simply putting up with whatever nonsense comes down the laundry chute today, the Desk decided to at least make some noise.

The former Analysts now are required to continue their former duties while taking on the additional duties... Retroactive adjustment of paygrade to reflect former duties and expertise as well as newly assigned duties which the Analysts have been doing since on or about 27 August 2001 when they began Cross Training... Given the Extra Knowledge and Experience Required to Perform Both Jobs Competently in an Customer Responsive Way in a Timely Fashion, PG 13 plus Additional Training would be in Order.

      Legalese... gotta love it.

      To make a long stupid complicated politician infested story short....

      The people that actually do the work have learned the full implications of the old Military expression...      "BOHICA"
      Bend over, here it comes again.

      What it comes out to is this... The Great Master Plan drawn up by bureaucrats and politicians was implemented without any regard as to who will actually carry out the day to day grunt level jobs while the Powers That Be sort out what color the new stationary should be. People have seen the Writing on the Wall and it doesn't say 'Welcome Home'. They are running out of here faster than NASCAR fans heading toward a Free Beer giveaway. You can't take a ride in the elevator without tripping over somebody's box where they've cleaned out their desk. Every day for the last week there's been a Going Away card to sign at the front desk.

      It won't be long until the actual Day to Day mundane stuff simply doesn't get done.
      And then what?
      The Desk doesn't know...

      And what's more, for the first time since it took this job over three years ago, it doesn't care.

Selah