didn't realize

how much I hate my job until this morning (this is a personal rant, be warned) -- when I discovered that my employer, who I will provisionally name Moloch, blocked access to just about everything worthwhile on the web. I can still check my bank account and look at Google News, so I suppose I should count my blessings (though neither of these options provides quite the sense of escape I tend to seek). Gone is Silliman's blog and most of the of the blogs I read, including my own. Gone is my webmail account. If they think they're going to squeeze more productivity out of me, they're quite mistaken. No more late hours for me. Eight hours a day is all I get paid for and that's all I'm going to give. And I've always got my own poetry to work on . . . they haven't locked me out of MS Word yet.

Seriously, though, Silliman's blog has never kept a project from being completed on time. At risk of sounding like an HR textbook, don't employers realize that happy employees tend to be more productive than demoralized and burnt-out ones? On the other hand, I suppose productivity can also be increased through fear . . . hence that proverbial reserved army of the unemployed . . .