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Flashback Friday

I was trying to come up with a picture or two to post on Instagram for #flashbackfriday (since I missed #throwbackthursday), and instead of posting some old photo of me grimacing, I thought I'd branch out a bit and started scrolling through my virtual photo albums to see what I could find.

This led me to the year and a half I spent working at DISH, aka The Worst Company in the United States to Work For, and I realized that as fucked as things are in the world right now, working at DISH was still worse. I honestly don't know how I lasted there as long as I did, but it truly was my personal trip through Hell and  these pictures have reminded me just what an incredible job I now find myself in and how I'm actually appreciated for I do there.

Someday I shall write at length about those eighteen months at DISH, but for now I will suffice by posting some snarky-but-still accurately captioned photos:

Welcome to Hell
The Gates of Hell. Don't even THINK about passing through these after 9 am or you'll be subject to disciplinary action unless you and your supervisor have a damn good reason for you being late (and snowstorms do not count).
IT Tech area, aka the 7th Level of Hell
IT Tech area. If it looks like a frat house after a party there's a reason. It was run like one. (Something I was unaware of while working as a contractor, sequestered in a totally different area and not exposed to the effluent that was freely flowing here. (If I had been, I probably would not have accepted their hastily-assembled, last minute offer of permanent employment when my contract was expiring.)
The Build/Storage Room where I'd been sequestered AFTER I convinced the Demons to let me clean and organize it.
Demonic management decided the frat house atmosphere was no longer in the company's best interest, so it was time to clean and reorganize the 7th Level in Preparation. Preparation for what, you ask?
In preparation for THIS. The "T-Bar" and the new entrance that closes off the 7th Level from the rest of the floor. (Because apparently it was easier to seal off the frat house from the rest of the floor instead of addressing the underlying personnel issues that allowed it to continue.)
And, like everywhere else in the building, the Demons needed to track one's arrival and departure times from the Seventh Level.
The NEW Seventh Level of Hell. Just as clean and orderly as the old one, because…personnel.
Have a seat and watch souls being tortured while you wait for your own time to come.

Not a blatant ripoff of Apple's Genius Bar. Nope. Not at all. Nothing to see here. "Your Minions will serve you shortly."
Minions waiting to learn their punishment for yet another minor infraction in what became known as "the Friday beatdown." Or maybe it was the official opening of the T-Bar…
The bowels of Hell
All souls' paths lead to the abattoir.
Escape and single-image expression of my opinion of that company.

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