Dept. of Petty Affairs Forecast Log #002 — Stacking Hours In Real Time
[Jerry “The Ankle Biter” Silverhand waddles in, robe dragging, paw on the crystal ball. The Clown’s giggle echoes in the background like a bad omen.]
So management thinks they’ve got me cornered. Close. Open. Close again. Open again. The Burnout Gambit.
They want fatigue. They want cracks. Instead, they’re paying me more.
Short-Term
They’ll keep stacking me with ugly flips thinking fatigue = control. Paychecks rise. Logs pile. The Clown giggles louder.
Mid-Term
Management overplays their hand. Co-workers notice the uneven grind, morale dips. Management looks sloppy, not me.
I drop a casual: “Closed last night, opened this morning.” And suddenly it’s them sweating, not me.
Long-Term
Two possible endings:
- They cut it off because payroll bleed + bad optics isn’t worth it.
- I take their “burnout money,” bank it, and walk when I decide—spite-fed, pockets heavier, legacy intact.
Graffiti of the Forecast
“They set the fire to break me. Instead, I warm my hands, laugh, and bill them for the wood.”
🤣 Dept. of Petty Affairs approved.
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