Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world.
One of my coworkers has started making dissatisfied rumbling noises about our job. The noises even go so far as to involve words like interview, headhunter, Monster account, and new job. My remaining coworker and I exchange wild-eyed glances at the thought of once again becoming a workforce of two in a job that requires at least three people. We originally lost two coworkers and one manager in the span of about six months, after which we struggled along fairly miserably until our new manager got the hang of our job and found us another coworker. The turnover rate at Charles River continues to astound me, although when I consider my remarkably long list of grievances, the really astounding realization is that I have stuck with this company for so long.
I will not list those grievances here. They bore even me, and I only occasionally pull them out and polish them up when I want to feel particularly bitter or self-righteous. In any case, I will continue with Charles River until Ian’?s project at Raytheon comes to a close. That much-anticipated event looks near enough that I can endure the low-level abuse so routinely dished out by the unfeeling CRL corporate machine.