My name is Horace. Not really, but as I've mentioned previously, the place I work is closing its doors. In the meantime they are still putting out production to meet existing orders. So with the rats abandoning ship and what not we of course are employing temporary employees. Anyway on Friday afternoon I was busily doing quality control which is my sometimes job when someone asked if the temp had had his final break of the day. I gave the break then someone asked did I know that the temp was expecting to leave an hour before we normally close business. I didn't… then my boss said, 'Anne can run this machine...' I can, but that meant that the QA that I'd been doing never got finished. It also meant that I worked extra hard because he couldn't be bothered to do more than pack part of the product the machine was making. Of course there were other tasks that I am expected to complete that didn't get done because I was operating a machine. All this to say that I was feeling very Horace like. That is used up and thrown away...!
And to top things off someone at work didn't get the reference when I said, "My name is 'Horace'."