I don’t often write about the Young Human Factory, especially not seriously. I think it’s unkind to use the Products’ foibles as blog-fodder. They are works in progress.
But last week the boss sent me a lengthy e-mail as a “matter of professional courtesy” – a nice euphemism for “you have no choice in the matter.”
No, I’m not losing my position as Quality Control Inspector. But someone else is taking over my International Baccalaureate classes. Continue reading