They coulda kissed us first . . .

. . . . . . because the client on my project just fucked us really hard. The grapevine has it that the agency sent everyone an email at their work email address at 6 pm Friday, believing that no one would get it until Monday morning when everybody came back to work, since everyone is gone by 6 on Fridays. Somebody was there to get it and spread the word. I guess somebody at the agency considered this possibility and decided that outrage delayed was still outrage, so they then sent an email to our personal email addresses at 5 pm today that reads:

Good evening,
Thank you for your continued work with [the agency I work for] and [the firm that has hired the agency I work for]! Effective Monday, May 18th, the review will be limited to a 40 hour work week. Overtime will no longer be permitted, and the review center will be open from 9:00am to 6:00pm.
Please let us know if you have any questions or concerns, and have a great weekend!
Best,
[Some employees of the agency I work for.]

Hard to say where to begin with the lovely missive. I always, of course, love the opening with a "thanks, guys!" with an exclamation point. The very next sentence, of course, cuts out 20 hours of overtime (why, yes, that is a 43 percent pay cut, thank you very much). The next sentence then establishes that we will still have to work five days a week to get 40 hours, meaning we will have to travel at peak rush hour traffic both ways. Thanks for that, and for the 13 percent increase in Metro costs, since rush hour rates are higher. My commute will be longer because of increased traffic, and it will cost more, but at least we'll be making a lot less money! What's not to love?

Finally, having dropped an entire bucket of turds in our punchbowl, they tell us to "have a great weekend!" Yes, with an exclamation point. A four-sentence email telling us we will no longer be making enough to live in this area, and two of those sentences end in exclamation points.

Does anyone wonder why workplace shootings occur?