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Well... I wonder what time I'll get to sleep tonight... if at all.
I've spent all of this week like a condemned man on Death Row ~ the American-style Death Row, the one where you sit around & wait for ages before anything happens. I'd been told the axe would fall on Monday ~ it didn't. Then, on Wednesday the Owner & Alpha Male of the Company unexpectedly showed up on a day when I was doing solitary duty & proceeded to cast dispersions on my mental abilities & call me a liar & a thief in all but legally-liable terms, but failed to carry out an execution as was expected.
Yesterday, I was informed by the GM & Beta Male of the Company to "Make sure the place is spotless by Saturday", the inference being that we are to have another visit from Alpha 1. Two visits in a week when he hasn't set foot in the branch in over a year is not a good sign for my future involvement in the business &, yet again, I expect the axe to fall tomorrow.
I feel like I've been sentenced to Slow Death By A Thousand Cuts, instead of a speedy knife to the heart or head. I am informed that Alpha 1 likes to play these games with his staff & has done so at the Head Office on a few occasions ~ drawing out the process like a cat with a mouse...
But I am no mouse. While I feel a little fear & anxiety, it's more about my future than the untenable present. I have no fear of him as a person, mostly because I have no respect for him &, in fact, haven't had any since about thirty seconds after I first met him. It's annoying to be looking down the barrel of unemployment yet again & it puts various plans for the year in jeopardy, but the job itself was never one I held in high regard & have been for several interviews regarding other roles during my tenure. I suppose I'll just need to do a lot more of those... if I can get them.
Which brings me to another pet peeve about this modern world. When did Recruitment Consultants decide that they don't have to actually talk to any of the people who apply for advertised positions?? With the amount of e-mail applications I've sent out, to only receive an automated reply to about half of those makes me think of a special room in every Recruitment Agency where the Junior Work-Experience Kid sits playing Angry Birds while a printer spools out pages of applications & CVs which run directly into a shredder... & it's the Kid's job to make sure the process runs smoothly & to put the paper bin out for recycling every night. I'm almost convinced that the next time I buy toilet paper, it will be made from multiple copies of my CV...
It's a cruel world...
I've spent all of this week like a condemned man on Death Row ~ the American-style Death Row, the one where you sit around & wait for ages before anything happens. I'd been told the axe would fall on Monday ~ it didn't. Then, on Wednesday the Owner & Alpha Male of the Company unexpectedly showed up on a day when I was doing solitary duty & proceeded to cast dispersions on my mental abilities & call me a liar & a thief in all but legally-liable terms, but failed to carry out an execution as was expected.
Yesterday, I was informed by the GM & Beta Male of the Company to "Make sure the place is spotless by Saturday", the inference being that we are to have another visit from Alpha 1. Two visits in a week when he hasn't set foot in the branch in over a year is not a good sign for my future involvement in the business &, yet again, I expect the axe to fall tomorrow.
I feel like I've been sentenced to Slow Death By A Thousand Cuts, instead of a speedy knife to the heart or head. I am informed that Alpha 1 likes to play these games with his staff & has done so at the Head Office on a few occasions ~ drawing out the process like a cat with a mouse...
But I am no mouse. While I feel a little fear & anxiety, it's more about my future than the untenable present. I have no fear of him as a person, mostly because I have no respect for him &, in fact, haven't had any since about thirty seconds after I first met him. It's annoying to be looking down the barrel of unemployment yet again & it puts various plans for the year in jeopardy, but the job itself was never one I held in high regard & have been for several interviews regarding other roles during my tenure. I suppose I'll just need to do a lot more of those... if I can get them.
Which brings me to another pet peeve about this modern world. When did Recruitment Consultants decide that they don't have to actually talk to any of the people who apply for advertised positions?? With the amount of e-mail applications I've sent out, to only receive an automated reply to about half of those makes me think of a special room in every Recruitment Agency where the Junior Work-Experience Kid sits playing Angry Birds while a printer spools out pages of applications & CVs which run directly into a shredder... & it's the Kid's job to make sure the process runs smoothly & to put the paper bin out for recycling every night. I'm almost convinced that the next time I buy toilet paper, it will be made from multiple copies of my CV...
It's a cruel world...
