Quest for Superseniority

Some of my fellow employees may have felt threatened by my strange requirement for monetary consideration in exchange for the great ideas I always submitted, the raw energy and enthusiam I always projected, along with numerous over the top labors and tasks I performed.

I myself, was more than content with agreed upon wage scale. I really enjoyed the fast paced sales floor along with rubbing shoulders among some old friends and employers. Things were going fine until my wife pointed out the little insignificant fact about my bank account still in the negative for the last couple of weeks even after my weekly check was direct deposited.

I didn't feel that I was any better that the current staff. It's quite possible that they are being grossly under paid as well. In the depths of my spirit I clearly knew where this situation was destined to go. Hope unfulfilled leaves one's spirit desiccated. I needed to address my hope for more money SOON!

I posted a few requests for suggestions on some of the blogs. I questioned some friends....."How does one ask for a raise after such a short period of employment?" I received no replies from my various blogs and forum groups. So after filling up my gas tank one morning preparing for the long ride in to work, I called in and quickly explained to the boss that I wasn't coming in unless I received more cash, moolah, green stuff, money, duckets, quid, snip, piek, ability to do damage, rupees, yen, tons ect......
In short he said, "NO!"

I felt Actually felt relieved. Without being a platitudinarian I thought to myself, "Sooner is better than later." I then replied to him in a patellar reflex fashion, "SEE YA!"

The preceding discussion took place more than one month ago. So how are things going? I encourage every reader to go out and work within a sweat shop for an abusive, demoralizing, acrimonious individual. It's the perfect cure for the stalled, stagnant entrepreneur. I'm currently making more money in one day than I was making per month working for the man. Nouveau pauvre is what I thought I was doomed to endure when I left his employ. Instead I was filled with a new sense of purpose, drive and vision that's directing me systematically to the land of nou veau riche.

As far as jobs go...... it's always about the Money! It's always been about the Money!

Allergic to Poverty

I performed a mental search in hopes of some inkling of discernment. Why was I destined to return to the employ of such a curmudgeon surrounded by and outnumbered by so many anencephalus creatures. Now aged and developing misanthropy. It forced resipiscence upon my soul. I needed a much high mentor to navigate this manumit.

Then it hit me like a ton of bricks!

The reason for this refreshing lesson in bondage was a priceless reminder in the value of hard work. I now remember my true source of provision. I'm theodidact by nature. Taught and directed from on high. In my temporary state of schemozzle, I learned a valuable lesson.

I'm allergic to being broke.

It's the Target's Fault!

So the boss has intently changed my wages 4 times since the beginning of this adventure. The first was a cap on hours. The second was required double initials on tickets cutting individual effort by 50%. The third and fourth were caused by adjusting the overall production quota midway thru the grading period. His reasoning.....the betterment of the whole followed by stating that if one is unable to hit a certain target, don't blame it on the target.

I consider myself an expert shot both in goal setting and on the pistol range. On the range we refer to an acronym known as BRASS. It means breath, relax, aim, squeeze and shoot. Funny thing, if I follow all required steps correctly when shooting, I always hit the target and I always score quite highly. Now if the target falls down or unexpectedly moves while I going thru the steps, it's the targets fault.

I would like to hang around for free. Financial obligations disagree with that nonsense.

Procrustes's Bed

I was talking to one of the staff today about my inner dissuasion to throw in the towel. It appears as if I'm sometimes sitting on the edge of Procrustes's Bed. Let me explain. The current system has become one of conformity for conformity's sake. The sub-culture has become the advantage rather than the disadvantage. Without sounding procacious, the current system is become the breeding ground for the lundane. My fellow staff member explained the advantage in the number of repetitions but failed to understand that only repetitions of correctly performing a task leads to an advantage.

Small Heads Building the Case For Phrenology

It's been said that those who think they know everything are very annoying to us who actually do. It's has also been said that phrenology is a false premise. I say that the small headed individuals who surround us on a daily basis give credence to the opposite premise. These are they who's minds are too small to contain simple cephalalgia.

Vanity bids for possession of the minds of those who disdain axiological considerations as pertaining to the pursuit of one's purpose. I once thought the sluggard to be my dreaded bete noire have discovered a personal embedded malaise for Mr. and Mrs Little Heads.

Mr. and Mrs. Little Heads are the lurkers of society. They hide in the shadows for fear of the light. They cause the roifaineant to pervert righteousness judgements.

What was once dubbed as stinking thinking has matured into a full blown stercoricolous mentality. Yet the anencephalus treks forward steady as it goes, like a train without an engine.

Now for the million dollar question.......how long will my big head need to succumb to this schemozzle before the dreaded inevitable meltdown? Only God knows!

Runnin Low on Yes Sir's

It's a common practice to count one's resources before embarking upon a long journey or undertaking on a ardeous task. I feel as if I should have counted my "Yes Sir's", prior to signing up for this mission. It seems as if I'm running short on them. It also appears that the King is in dire need of a tympanoplasty. The family prophetess spoke a true word for he listens to the rat fleas.

Even so, the Lord shall have them in derision and mete out swift retribution.

Hasmid Lacks Mithridatism

It takes a certain amount of time one to develop resistance to strong kool-aid. Hasmid appeared to be a self assured, confident, containing a high degree of alacrity. Seemly great attributes to most organizations. What Hasmid failed to realize was that he was not dealing with a meritocracy but instead a democratic form of cronyism. Hasmid was not given enough time to develop much needed mithridatism. I remember commenting to someone that if allowed an opportunity, Hasmid would become a great asset to the organization. I was answered in a rather splenetic manner, "He's an idiot!". The actual numbers warranted me being far from rodomontade but, who cares about facts? Who cares about profit?

As for me, I'm still drinking quite a bit of kool-aid on a regular basis. I'm starting to resist stronger doses of it's lethal poison. I'm also starting to dream and think big again and I wonder how long this organization will be able to afford me. I'm sure Hasmid found himself asking the same questions for he's no longer employed here. Just another case of Spiflication.

Hasmid is Definately not a Shamateur

Hasmid was classified as an amatuer and was being paid as an amatuer. In my opinion he was not a amatuer nor a shamateur. Though starting rez de chausse, he quickly discerned evidence of the afore mentioned sub-culture. In many resnullius work environments, exitus acta probat, the outcome justifies the act. Yet there exists excessive desoeuvrement. It's like slow magnicide.

In layman's terms: I flipped him two easy deals which he closed profitably to the betterment of the whole. In return he was scolded and instructed not to be so sedulous. I laughed and replied, "Welcome to the club, you're making it difficult for the losers to function".

Sic Transit Gloria Mundi

Enjoy life! Given enough time all things visible turn back to dirt.

She said her husband will kill her if she made the purchase. I simply explained to her that we were all destined to expire from this current existence. Why not increase one's quality of life during the interim was my question.

Sil vous plait

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Sagacity

In the valley are the fortunes made .... hid for the future said the dreamer.

Roifaineant

I watched as he begged for his job. I promised to stay away from the political aspects of the job. One tends to become sedulous when emotionally attached to one's task. The King has sub-ordinated his duties. I guess it's better that way, at least for him. When pointed out I noticed definate resipiscence of attitude with emphasis on profits. Maybe it's just me. Maybe it's a simple case of logorrhea. When asked my intended duration of employment, I replied, I'm as loyal as my wallet. When my company begins to once again luxuriate reaching $30,000 to $50,000 per month, my loyalty will grow thin. Until then I'll avoid a path of rubicon.

Scuto Bonae Voluntatis Tuae Coronasti Nos.....God has encompassed me with the shield of his favor.

Rezdechausse

So it's not enough to be on the ground floor. Today I was told that if a certain mistake was repeated, I would most definately be fired. The boss later laughed when I pointed out that his learning curve was more like a learning cliff.

Keep Your Mouth Shut and Give Away Money!

So maybe I'm missing something but, generally when people apply for credit, they actually need to meet some type of general guideline to qualify. Part of this past weekend was a real money give-a-way. Maybe it's repayment, retribution or just plain charity to the same system that made the organization wealthy. I myself, pushed over $35,000 worth of product out the door during the week-end which caused one of the managers to mention in logodaedaly fashion that my efforts were becoming quite attractive to the organization.

I'm not the brightest bulb in the chandelier but, my background in lending dictates that the issuance on dirty paper isn't productive nor profitable for any of the parties concerned. It was apparent that the news of free money via, lenient/relaxed lending criteria, stirred up the sub-culture of knowledgeable credit challenged shoppers. It was if the news about the issuance of free fema checks with no qualifying requirements were announced anew.

As I flung product out the door completing sale after sale, my name was consistently paged over the intercom. "Dumbest salesman in the store, you have a returning customer at the front desk!" Each time I rushed to the front entrance of the store expecting to see a familiar face or faces only to be shocked by returning customers that I had never meet before in my life. As I passed customers in the store on their cell phones, I thought I heard my name. I've come to the conclusion, the sub-culture is much more advanced than the system in place.

So you tell me....if you know that answer to my puzzle. Should I tell the Emperor that his system has some serious flaw? Should I leave well enough alone and like fellow staff members milk the cow til it runs out of milk? One thing for sure, if I speak out in my current status, fellow staff members will surely escort me to the back door saying, "You're screwing things up for everyone!"

Hopefully my market will bounce back or I'll hit the lottery and be in a position where I can work with my friend for free. I'll fill his ear 4 sure! In the meantime I was offered a full-time position. I'm glad. I'll start in about a week.

Masters in the Art of Predicting Failure

So I began to understand the dream somewhat clearer. According to the dream, I failed to fit in yet, was considered a trusted advisor. To me, it seemed a rather eristical proposition capable of causing cephalalgia.

Then the light clicked on and the pathway to kakotopia was displayed openly. The staff had mastered the art of dissuasion and the King was unaware. My background, which was anchored in the bay of transaction salvation was viewed by the current staff as a griffe and outdated. None of these $100,000 a year individuals was concerned with my past experience, nor the fact that many of the $200,000 to $300,000 dollar transactions that I've worked on in the past and many times saved, had been dissuaded by individuals just like them. To my utter amazement, I was just another newbie, void of any real conversational value.

I'm going to have a hard time comprehending and accepting the prevailing concept held by the majority of the boss's current staff. The concept of predicting futile and time consuming transactions without going thru the entire sales process. Most importantly the greeting, warm-up and establishing common ground process. When I asked one of the staff members if I could borrow his tape measure. He said, "I don't have one". He later pulled me aside and said, "I actually had one but, they (the customers), were not buyers so I didn't see a reason to waste the time taking it out and using it." I replied...."Man you guys are good." I thought to myself, "I'll bring my own in the future."

Hopefully someone will be able to grasp some truths from these anachronous writings. They are intended to be illusive due to the sensitive nature of the subject matter. I'll close this post with a key. I went back to work for a millionaire friend. My days are numbered to how long I can withhold my personal views.

Years ago, I left the automotive industry because one of the managers commented that if I didn't learn how to lie, I would never succeed. I sense that this position may hinge on one's ability to predict failure. I have always believed that one who views failure at the onset tends to create an environment of self fulfilling prophecy.

Hindsight Speaks

Looking back I have a theory. He was quite the deipnosophist. At first I was impressed. Of course one could easily deduct by his excessive weight that his actual purpose and focus was to gormandize the unprepared hosts. In the mist of disagreement I replied, "exitus acta probat," know that success can only be measured by results and the outcome justifies the act. The organizational views have degenerated to a stance of exnihilo nihil fit, thinking that something can not be made from nothing. This can't be further from the truth. All the seen realm is actually made from nothing and to nothingness it shall return.

Nailed it Down!

Though it's the second day, I probably should have started this blog with the hiring process.

I've been having these nightmares about going back to an old boss and asking for a job. It had gotten to the point that I was having these dreams a couple of times a week. Yea, I know that I've been experiencing some financial difficulty but have always been able to eventually weather the storms. Now I was facing some major losses with no where to turn. So as I headed down the freeway, I remembered the phone number to an old boss that I had worked for. During the Mortgage Real Estate Hayride, I often referred to him amongst clients and fellow employees as a friend. So I called him hp and asked if he had any positions open for a friend/ex-employee. He replied, "come right in."

So I went in and was offered a very meager starting wage. Being an ex-employee, I understood his reasoning. His hiring motivation is a search for long-term working relations and not for individuals who are looking for a fast buck. So I took the meager offer that most would have considered an insult. The main reason for accepting the offer was in obedience to the dream I had the night before. In the dream I worked for him in a capacity where 1. I didn't fit in. and 2. I was considered a trusted advisor. I notice a definite sub-culture. He's seems to be in the starting stages of a type of Howard Hughes syndrome.

Employees take a negative outlook towards the customer's ability to purchase goods and services. I have always believed that customers should be given the opportunity to buy. Several niche' areas have developed in the organization managed by individuals with territorial, yet obvious self-seeking personalities. Body language skills are in many cases offensive. Assumptive reasoning abilities are also lacking. Case in point, while talking to a male customer who had come to the store with his attractive female acquaintance, the staff member without any prior common ground, commented on the tattoo located on her back. This could be considered quite offensive to most cultures. A safer conversation could have be started by noticing that her foot was in a brace from a recent injury.

So now we come to the end of the second day. I've sold quite a bit of inventory. I've disagreed on several occasions with regular staff. It's quite obvious that the regular staff and I will probably not be close. It's also apparent that no one in the current employ is willing to tell the emperor the real truth. Fortunately I'm confident that my industry, which is the backbone of American economy will bounce back given enough time. And I'll not experience the backlash of exploding at one of his erroneously negative thinking, small sales minded, curmudgeon, eristical masters in dontopedalogy staff members. Hopefully, I can become a valuable enough asset whereby I can inform the emperor of his organization's growing corrosive sub-culture. But for now it's sort of fun to be back working for an old friend.

While standing next to my old boss, He stated that he was really glad that I come back to the company. My reply was, "I'm having so much fun that I would have done this for free." God showed me that he needed to hear that.

This is truly becoming a lesson in humility and obedience.

First Day

Like any other new day. Hussle and bussle. Don't know that you don't know. Noticed the existence of a definite sub-culture. There's still the old fear to tell the boss the truth.