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!