The next job
I think in any situation, you get work horses and show ponies. Guess which one I am?
People don't hire me when they want someone to create their masterpiece of a business idea. They hire me when the pretty people have run their business into the ditch, and someone has to shape it up.
Then, I don't get a thanks for turning the steaming pile into something that works. I get resentment because it's not as pretty as it was when they dreamed it up. Because I've had to spoil the fun. Cut the budgets. No more wasting money. No more cutting corners. So the bottom line finally shapes up, but you know what? Nobody likes a nice bottom line, they want to have fun.
I worked for one company for six years. The team running it (including me) had it humming -- so much so the owners sold it. Three weeks under the new management, they cut my pay. Oh well, so I move on to another struggling ship. And I do well.
Last week I get a call from the old company. From someone who stayed on. Company was sold again. This time for less than half it was sold for the first time. He told me that he'd put in a word if I wanted to come back (I don't). Then he tells me about all the fun they had spending the company into the ditch again.
I don't know exactly why this bothers me. I got paid. But why shouldn't I be respected for what I do, not looked down on and squeezed out as soon as the dirty work is done? Anyway, just venting. I really balk at tackling these things, and I think its an inner child thing. I just hear him telling me: Dummy. Aren't we ever going to have fun?
Probably not.
I'm in a weird mood, I guess. Too much stress. Too much shoveling. Too little sleep. Not a good recipe. Thanks for listening.
People don't hire me when they want someone to create their masterpiece of a business idea. They hire me when the pretty people have run their business into the ditch, and someone has to shape it up.
Then, I don't get a thanks for turning the steaming pile into something that works. I get resentment because it's not as pretty as it was when they dreamed it up. Because I've had to spoil the fun. Cut the budgets. No more wasting money. No more cutting corners. So the bottom line finally shapes up, but you know what? Nobody likes a nice bottom line, they want to have fun.
I worked for one company for six years. The team running it (including me) had it humming -- so much so the owners sold it. Three weeks under the new management, they cut my pay. Oh well, so I move on to another struggling ship. And I do well.
Last week I get a call from the old company. From someone who stayed on. Company was sold again. This time for less than half it was sold for the first time. He told me that he'd put in a word if I wanted to come back (I don't). Then he tells me about all the fun they had spending the company into the ditch again.
I don't know exactly why this bothers me. I got paid. But why shouldn't I be respected for what I do, not looked down on and squeezed out as soon as the dirty work is done? Anyway, just venting. I really balk at tackling these things, and I think its an inner child thing. I just hear him telling me: Dummy. Aren't we ever going to have fun?
Probably not.
I'm in a weird mood, I guess. Too much stress. Too much shoveling. Too little sleep. Not a good recipe. Thanks for listening.
