Churlish I will be. And of course the following diatribe is merely my humble opinion:
The Company appears to be completely overtaken by politicians with no substance. In the 2 years I wasted at that joint it was a miracle if I ever got a straight answer from anyone about anything. It was so exhausting playing Emperors New Clothes, day after day. I still want to shout my disgust on the rooftops. I suppose I could kick myself for going to a company which was supposedly the top of the line (must have been all the PR they do that swayed me)and find it was a house of smoke and mirrors, full of clowns with crowns and degrees from tenth rates schools,yes, a freak show replete with two-faced middle aged men and women, whose eyes roved and winked as they bobbed their heads; droves of brain dead cretins, and a handful of martyrs who actually got real work done. Why they stayed is beyond me. I imagine they were so browbeaten they didn't think they would ever find another place. It just seemed so pathetic. A horrible place. Get out, I say. Get out! It will kill your spirit, your drive, your brain cells. It is a horrid workaday environment of people who like to spend their time filling in blanks on databases, and yell while wielding bats. There is nothing creative about anything done there. It is all done in the environment of an army batallion. Someone gives orders, whatever it is, a complete waste of time, or not, you do it. GOD, I JUST COULDN'T BREATHE.
YAY. I am out. Free.