This just really hit me today. It's been a long week, covered for a colleague, busted my ass, and just kinda channeled some other life energies into work this week (more as a distraction, but still.)
I received an email from one of a very few HR reps at this company this week. My name was misspelled… Again. And my name is not a mystery.
Hell! My fucking work email has my name correctly spelled in the fucking email!
But no. We have been switching to a new HR portal, and last week I was sent my login info from this rep, and my official company credentials also had my name misspelled.
So, yeah, last week I was a little offended, sent an email, and it did get corrected pretty fast.
Then this fucking week HR rep does the same thing again. She not only addressed the email to a misspelled version of my name, then she used my name a few times throughout (in what I assumed was an attempt at creating a semblance of benevolence or some bullshit).
And I brushed it off; redirected into other bullshit to stay busy and make the time pass.
But then I got an email this evening from Lucky Strike with coupons for smokes, a fun drawing, and my name spelled correctly.
And I looked at a few other emails I'd gotten from Camel, same story. And that just made me pause for a minute.
I don't know what that says about cigarette companies or corporate America on a deeper spiritual level.
But fuck! One shadow of a hair's breath worth of self-reflection from the capitalists of our day ought to give any rational adult pause.
Alas, to the capitalist, you are either someone to sell to, someone to own, or no one at all.