With our company's fortunes in decline, and an apathetic/psychopathic management - I've been looking for jobs elsewhere. I love the family that owns the company, I love the people I work with - but companies live like people do - they rise, they fall, and they change.
When I cruise the job boards I automatically filter out the companies that are always advertising for people - if they are always on the job boards it's because they have a revolving door for their employees, and that in turn means they treat their people like dirt. In an economy like ours, there's not a lot of good companies hiring.
Tonight I sat down in front of a fuggin psycho. No chit - this guys would not shut up to let me speak. He bragged about himself, his career, and babbled like a brook! Then he started bragging about how he hires too many salesmen for a given territory and plays them off against each other and if the territory doesn't grow - he gives them the punt. Am I supposed to be impressed by that? Then he started huffing and puffing and posturing about how he keeps his guys on a really short leash and I just gave up right there. I'm 53 years old; I don't need some a-hole whipping my arse to make me work - I'm the kind of guy you let off the leash to get things done. After an hour I regretted going to the effort of bathing and shaving and putting on a suit, HAR HAR HAR!!!! I couldn't believe this mutt - how do these animals get jobs?
Oh well - maybe I will get that job where I put on the pizza costume and dance around on the street as I advertise for the local pizza hut!
I can be seen dancing around on 149th street during rush hour!
Or maybe there's a career for me in putting toothpaste into tubes or something like that. Who knows?
The hunt continues apace.