A not-for-profit. No deadlines. Too much money. Too many staff, very little work with generous leave, as in, it’s a bank holiday on Monday so free to stop at lunch time on the Friday to make it a long weekend. All had every last Friday of the month off as … dunno why… but no complaints. informally, some of us called it ‘Fuck all Friday’ anyway cos nobody seemed to do anything.
every month, attended a whole staff meeting where every manager gave an update on progress. On long-term projects, month-to-month projects didn’t progress significantly. A few of us were on WA groups and would msg each other about droning voices, speakers that ummm’ed, ahh’ed, stuttered… and how mind-numbing it was.
since lock down, all were allowed to continue WFH but they tried to attract people back in on meeting days with lovely pizzas and other goodies… really nice stuff. I rarely went in as it was a 1 hr train / Luas journey each way.
all of us highly qualified and skilled in our particular areas but rarely used to capacity. My director once told me that nobody should ever feel stressed working there.
in office, before lock down, I was a contractor and oh so ready to move on, then lock down and WFH made life bearable and contracted for 4.5 years.
Loads of cushy extras like a big Christmas bonus that everybody got, all the same amount… big
but… sadly, contract finally ended but I’ve never had it so cushy in my life before.
oh, most people there were lovely, as well