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Advice

“Dear Dr. Kim:

“I’m a manager, and I try to be a good one. I struggle, however, when people ask for days off when they’re trying to get over the death of a dog or a cat.

“Should this really be considered in the same way as the death of a close family member?

“What’s making the issue more difficult for me is that I have never had a pet myself, which means that I probably have little idea of the attachment people can have to one of these creatures.  I am probably coming over as a bit unsympathetic.

“I would speak to HR to see if the rules on compassionate leave should be tweaked, but frankly, they’re too nervous to give a firm line on almost anything.

“Dr. Kim, what should I do?”

— Lost Boss

Dear Sorta-Boss:

You could start by acting like an actual boss.

Fire the whole HR department, for starters.  Or if you want to go all wussy, ask the entire department, individually, to give some cogent, business-oriented reasons why you should give time off for the death of a pet.  If they can’t, then fire the HR manager anyway, because she’s clearly incompetent and shouldn’t be a manager.  (I say “she” because that’s the world we live in nowadays.)

Who cares if you’ve never had a pet yourself?  That has nothing to do with the actual managing of a business which is nominally responsible for creating profit for its shareholders or owner.  It’s purely an economic decision:  can your company deal with the loss of productivity, or not?  (If it can, you may want to consider retrenching staff anyway, because you’re carrying too much employee fat.)

Finally, your snowflake employees.  I can understand needing time off to grieve the death of a family member, especially immediate family:  mother, father, grandparents, siblings.  I find it more difficult to be sympathetic about grief as the family circle starts to expand to aunts, uncles and cousins, and almost impossible to sympathize when it’s second cousins, distant cousins, nodding kin, and the like.

You may therefore take it as read that when it comes to the death of pet animals, I think that asking for time off is a colossal piece of chutzpah.  (If it’s unpaid time off, of course, then by all means give them all the time they think they need, within limits of course.  Let’s see how much they really loved Fluffy when it’s an affair of the wallet.)

Lest I be thought a martinet — it can happen — let it be known that I have never been one of those clockwatcher types of boss, myself.  If a woman wants to have her hair done and can’t get a weekend appointment, then fine — ditto a man who needs the same — especially if their job involves customer interaction, where grooming is important.  And of course time off for real medical appointments should be a given.

Frankly, while I appreciate the fact that society is changing and employees demand more indulgences from employers,  I do think that this pet-worship thing is getting out of hand (see:  “comfort animals” FFS), and it needs to be curtailed.  By the way, where does one draw the line with this:  cats, dogs, horses… also snakes, hamsters, and fucking goldfish?

And for the record, I’ve owned pets for almost all my life, I’ve indulged them more than I did my own kids, and my heart has broken at the death of every single one of them.

But as much as there’s been sorrow, I could not think of asking for time off to mourn their death, because while this may have been a factor in my life, I can’t imagine why a business should be forced into this pantomime of shared grief.

And also by the way:  you will see from the response to this question in the linked article that “Nicola” (of course) thinks that giving time off for this foolishness makes the workplace more attractive to current and prospective employees.  While I’m not advocating a return to Victorian sweatshops and textile factories, I think that today’s work environment — before this time off for pet grief nonsense — is the most congenial and employee-friendly of any generation, ever.  But it never seems to be enough now, does it?

Shape up and get your employees (especially those HR weasels) under control before it’s too late.

—

That Van Thing

Drive Time

From Reader Garry K.:

Kim, in your recent rant against minivans on your Splendid Isolation blog (“No It Isn’t“, November 18, 2024), I wonder why you have so much hatred against such vehicles?

When you played gigs, how did you get your gear to the gigs? Did you pile all of your gear (amp head, speaker bottom, guitar case, maybe a PA system, mic stands, etc) into a tiny 2-seater sports car? I’ll bet not! To me, such 2-seater “sports” cars are totally useless. Give me a minivan any day, as I HAVE used my minivans to haul musical gear to gigs, to go camping, to haul a bunch of folks to carpool to events, etc.

When I used to gig, I had a 1974 VW “Panel Van” (bought new) that looked something like this, except in a sort of pale bamboo yellow, with the same hinged side doors (rather than a single sliding one):

Basically, VW Brazil realized that poor people needed basic transportation, so they set up a production line to re-create the 1964 model, only with modern 1600cc engines.  To say that the interior was spartan is to make Spartan look Byzantine.


…except of course that mine had no radio, no snazzy “Volkswagen” chrome logo, and certainly no way to open the windshield.  Talk about frivolous.

The model was so popular that VW South Africa started to import them — and even with an import duty of 100% (!!), the cars cost, in today’s  Bidenflation dollars, the equivalent of about $6,500 (ZAR950, back then).  Brand new.

I drove “Fred” for about eight years, and put close to 200,000 miles on the odometer.  Horribly abused and always overloaded, it only needed a new clutch at 85,000 miles (along with the usual perishables like tires and so on).

They were so popular in South Africa that VW stopped importing them after only a few years because these plain-Jane vans were eating their lunch, with little profit withal, and VW couldn’t move their “regular” vans (which had unnecessary luxury geegaws like sliding doors, disc brakes, seatbelts, a curved single-piece windshield and automatic transmission).

And that was with the band back in Seffrica.  When the kids came along in the U.S., I did the full station wagon / minibus thing:  several minivans, SUVs and a Chev Suburban, before moving on to SUVs like the Kia Sportage and then a couple of Tiguans such as I drive today.

But to return to Reader Garry’s point:  it’s not a question of hating minivans.  It’s just that I never had a chance to drive a two-seater sports car as my own personal vehicle.  In fact, the sportiest car I ever “owned” (company car) was an early-model 2-door BMW 318i with a 5-speed stick shift, which I loved with a passion.

In other words, I never had a chance to indulge myself, whether in my yoot because I had to schlep a band’s worth of gear, or as an adult because of kids.

And now, in my later years, I’d love to own an impractical 2-seater, just about any 2-seater, but it seems unlikely that I’ll ever get to do so.  It’s therefore with great longing that I talk about sports cars as much as I do;  in the cold harsh light of day, though, they’re my unreachable dream.

What I do know is that if I were to win the Powerball, I’d own at least three, out of pure self-indulgence — because I’ve been the responsible one all my life, and I’d like to be irresponsible just once.

Just don’t ask me which three, because I’ll talk about them some other time.

News Roundup

Bad News

And speaking of German carmakers:


...all together now:  “You had ONE job!”

From the Dept. of Deportation:


...gotta start somewhere, right?


...keywords: honor killing.

From the Police Blotter:


...[cue Elvis voice]  ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ Viva Las Vegas! ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪


...let’s all congratulate the Britcops for having eliminated all other crime, so they can now go after the haters.

From the Dept. of Education:


...”multiple students” — what we could call a “high-achieving” molester.


...no they aren’t.  It’s during Democrat/Gun Control presidencies when the NRA gets their biggest bump in fundraising.

News in general:


...lessee:  import hundreds of thousands of Muslims, Christian suffer hate crimes.  Cause, meet effect.  Note that “anti-Christian hate crimes” are non-existent in Poland, which doesn’t allow Muslim immigration, but that’s because the Polish govt is raycisss.


...when you give up control of your life to Skynet, just don’t be surprised when Skynet fucks you in the ass.


...strong words of praise, that is.  Also, keyword left out of headline: Taylor Swift’s Versace outfit.


...at least they were a male and a female soldier, which in today’s world is probably a win.


...and using DuckDuckGo, it’s #1.

In this week’s 

           

...keyword: California.

And finally, a little stroll down as we contemplate an earlier Pirelli calendar:

…when everything’s so black and white, it’s easy.

Scandal

Gratuitous Chick Pics

I see that Miss Denmark won the Miss Universe 2024 competition, beating off out several people who had no business being there, e.g. trannies, married women (did the “Miss” part not give it away?), and in a moment of pure confusion, Joe Biden.

However:  in the “national costume” part of the competition, Victoria Kjær Theilvig made a HUGE mistake, in dressing as a Viking goddess.

I mean, was she not aware that Vikings had a terrible reputation for invading and (gasp) colonizing other countries?  (“Pillaging” is okay, see BLM riots, and besides, most of the pillagees were eeeevil Christianists anyway.)  And then there was the raping, which was pretty much a side benefit of the invading activity.

Did she not know that wearing such a costume would trigger the collective memory of women all over Western Europe, causing heartfelt anguish?

I’m amazed that all the affected countries aren’t calling for the Danish government to pay reparations.  Well, I would be amazed, except that Europeans seem to have come to terms with the fact that all this happened a really long time ago, all the perpetrators (and their victims) have long since died, and expecting reparations would be a truly foolish idea.

But that’s not what prompted me to write this post;  this did:

I haven’t seen all her competitors, but I’m pretty sure that the trannies and such didn’t look half as good as she does.

It’s a good thing that all Viking women didn’t look like this back in the day, or else ol’ Leif Erikson and the other boss Vikings would have had a hell of a time finding enough men to go off and do the invading / pillaging / exploring thing.