Repeating the “Offensive”

Yet again, the BBC manages to have a story about people complaining something is racist and/or offensive, yet somehow feel they can still get away with republishing it.

In this case, David Jason told a joke that caused offence (and not just because it’s piss-poor) and then apologised for it. And there, at the bottom of the story, is the “offensive” joke in all it’s glory.

I know I’ve said it before, but just how does this work? If it’s actually offensive, the BBC should receive complaints about publicising it to a wider audience. If they don’t receive complaints, does that mean the joke isn’t actually offensive? And if that’s the case, what’s the story in the first place?

But it seems to me that the BBC (and, in fairness, most of the other media organisations) seem to revel in this “Oh, someone said something offensive, so now we’ve got to report it and repeat it” attitude. I don’t know if they get away with it because it suddenly comes under “it’s in the public interest”, or if they’re all just a bunch of deceptive double-standards bullshit bandits.

Ah, I’ve answered my own question, haven’t I?


Pay Assessments

Recently, the current workplace has announced a change to the assessments/appraisals procedure that’s used to define pay rises.  And because of the current financial climate, they’re doing everything they can in order to get out of giving any pay rises at all.

Firstly, anyone who’s been here less than nine months doesn’t qualify at all for an appraisal. There’s only one “full” appraisal per year, and an interim one come Augustish, so they’ve got to wait ’til this time next year before a pay rise can even begin to happen.

Back in August, the “interim” appraisal laid out some goals (assuming you’d been in your current position for more than six months) that each person should have attained over the year between “full” appraisals.The chances of anyone completing all these goals is – to say the least – minimal.

If people haven’t completed all their goals, then they need to have a good reason why not – including evidence of what they were doing that meant the goals weren’t completed.  The requirement for evidence has only been revealed in the last two weeks.  Without evidence, they’ve no chance of getting a good appraisal.

If people have completed all their goals, then they will score a “2” out of 4. A score of “2” means ‘does the job adequately’, but doesn’t equate with a pay-rise.

To get a pay-rise, a person has to score at least a “3”, and to be assessed by their line-manager as being worthy of a “3” as well.  To get a “3” they would have to show evidence of having completed everything in their own job, all their goals, and having been helpful and hyper-motivated to other people outside the team they’re in.

To get a “4”, I think you’ve just got to be Buddha, Gandhi and Mother Theresa all rolled into one. With some humility on the side, obviously – it’s no good being perfect without it…

Just about everyone now knows that they’re not going to get a pay-rise, regardless of how well they’ve worked through the year. Needless to say, the motivation levels have fallen through the floor.

All this is being marketed as an improvement on efficiency, alongside providing financial savings for the company.  What they don’t seem to have realised is that there’s also been a significant hike in number of people now wanting Out, and looking any/elsewhere for a new job. I wonder what the savings will be when you add in all the new recruitment and training costs?


Jade Goody

So, Jade Goody died today. And already all the weasels are coming out of the woodwork (I know, it’s a mixed metaphor – live with it) with their tributes and homilies.  Of course, high up in the order is good old Gordon Brown, who wouldn’t be saying anything at all if she weren’t a reality TV “star”. (which means, “star” in the loosest possible sense of the word)  In fact, if she hadn’t died of cancer, the two-faced toss-pot would probably prefer to be deriding her as all that’s bad with the world™, a single mother with no education or job prospects.

Now, I have no problem with the fact that Goody’s cancer has resulted in a surge in the number of people getting scans for cancer – that’s nothing but good in my book.

But seeing all the tributes about how she was such an inspiration, such a great person (and even in one case “a Princess Diana from the wrong side of the tracks” – purlease!) really just makes me want to vomit.

The media seems to have forgotten that Jade Goody came to their attention as part of Big Brother (Series 3, I think) where she was villified for being

  • fugly
  • pig-thick
  • unpleasant

She also then went on to show all these character traits again in Celebrity Big Brother where she was – let’s not forget – the epicentre of the racism complaints.

Yet somehow contracting cancer nullifies all these bad points, and turns the sufferer/victim into some kind of Joan of Arc figure, almost saintly in their purity, humility and beauty.

Get a fucking grip. She died. It happens every day. Sure, she was more in the public eye. But think on this – if someone like Margaret Thatcher were to die of cancer, would they instantly be converted to sainthood too?


Inauspicious Starts

So, the week off work begins with…

  • Engineer visit to find out what’s wrong with the bastard cooker
  • A letter from my cretinous ex-accountant’s Official Receiver, basically stating I’ve got fuck-all chance of getting any money back.  (Which can be summarised thus : Assets : £5,000. Debts : £150,000. Chances : Fuck All)
  • Herself grouting tiles
  • Yours Truly painting/creosoting fence panels. There’s only 100 of ’em to do…

Still, at least I’m not back in work for a while now.  Silver linings, clouds, and all that guff.


Fred Goodwin, RBS, and that Pension

I know I’m going against the flow here (now there’s a shock) but I have to say, I really don’t understand the current media (and public) loathing of Sir Fred Goodwin, and his immense pension .

Now first of all, personally I think that getting a pension of near-as-dammit three-quarters of a million quid per year is utterly fucking obscene in the first place. (And particularly when I look at it in the context of “that pension for one year is three times the amount of our sodding mortgage) But at the same time I realise that payscales are pretty much utterly fucking obscene when it comes to chairmen of multinationals etc. anyway.

In Goodwin’s case, I also kind of understand that people are pissed off that he’s getting paid that much for what he did.

However, from the corporate perspective I can fully understand that he was worth that much to RBS as a chairman.

After all, he managed and steered the bank during its growth phase, to the point where RBS bought up NatWest and Ulster bank (among others) as part of its expansion plans. Under his leadership RBS went from being a little provincial bank to being one of the world’s top five banks. And he was paid in bonuses and salary for that growth.

Then when the bottom fell out of the market, and it was shown what arrogant twats the banks had been, he managed to get the government to buy up a massive share of the bank, thus protecting it from going bust.  I’m sure that having managed both of those things, the board of RBS figured he was absolutely worth what they paid him as a severance and pension package.

The fact that the Government then failed utterly to understand what Goodwin’s severance deal and pension would be is actually more of a sign that the Ministers and MPs involved were totally, utterly, criminally clueless – after all, it looks like he could’ve been fired with “just” a 12-month-salary payment, instead of the severance deal.

As I see it, it’s those Government Ministers and MPs we should be angry with for allowing the Goodwin deal to go through, rather than with Goodwin himself for doing what any corporate multinational chairmen is paid to do – protect and build the company.


Ireland vs. Wales

I think it’s fair to say that it’s common knowledge that today is St Patricks Day .

In the staff canteen at work, today’s special is a Welsh Breakfast.

So of course, I just had to ask, and get my suspicions confirmed.

Yes, some slack twat at the catering company that supplies/staffs the canteen has decided that St Patrick is – um – Welsh.

You just couldn’t make it up, could you?

(Added : Just to say, it’s been pointed out that St Patrick was quite possibly born in Wales. But I’m not going to let that get in the way of a good shaking-head post.)


Meetings

In my current job, I feel DiamondGeezer‘s pain about meetings at inopportune times.

Not today – thank the Lord – but in the last six months I’ve been involved in more pointless and dire meetings than I had in the previous two years. Total nightmare – I just don’t understand the need to have meetings about meetings about something that might be discussed in a meeting at some point.

Meetings at that level always just strike me as work-creation – and/or blame avoidance tactics, so anyone can point the finger and say “Well it wasn’t me who made the decision”.  I prefer a company that just sits down, has a think, makes the decisions, and sticks to them.