K-10's Job Makes Me Sad

K-10's job makes me sad.

After almost three years at her company, I still have basically no idea what she does. Something with data. I don't know. Either way, her job sucks. She did get to go to London to work for The Company for a year, and she did meet her super cute golfer boyfriend there, but the entire Company is so overrun by complete fuckwits that it's a wonder they get anything done at all.

They ask for volunteers to move to the UK for a year. K-10 says, "Sure. Why not. Could it really be that bad? After all, it's London, baby!" What an idiot.

She arrives in Gatwick airport and has to pick up her rental car. The next few days are spent trying to find a flat - with absolutely no help from The Company. Just as a reminder, people in the UK drive all crazy-like - on the other side of the road and whatnot - and she's thrown right into the middle of this. All I could picture was that scene from National Lampoon's European Vacation. Jolly good, jolly good. Surprisingly, she fails to hit anything. Well, that parked car in the grocery store parking lot doesn't really count.

One year goes by, blah, blah, blah. She's carved out a new life in London, met a great guy, and when the year is up... doesn't want to leave. Back to Ann Arbor anyway, and back to the hell that is The Company. Months go by. MONTHS. They are paying for her to live in a hotel since they didn't have the foresight get her an apartment. They keep telling her that she can go back to the UK as a permanent transfer, yet refuse to do any of the paperwork.

After a few more months, it's finally been approved. What will be their parting gift to her? Snatching away her 88 hours of earned annual leave. Just because "it won't transfer." Excuse me? Um, asshats? 88 hours that she has already worked are not going to transfer from their WORLD HEADQUARTERS to their UK office? What? I'm pretty sure that's illegal, but whatever. The Company has no concept of good versus evil, after all. I hope they aren't surprised when she quits after a week - that is, if she ever gets there.

Jebus, her job makes me sad.