I started work at 7:30 this morning, and finally left at around 9 in the evening. My last 2 hours in the office were spent talking to my employer about how bad a position the company is in. The company is in this position because my employer has refused to heed my advice when it comes to dealing with both contractors and those in his employ who lie, distort facts, and generally fail in their tasks. The entire conversation left me feeling upset and useless.
Upset because it seemed like, despite my 12-hour days on a fixed salary, despite all my hard work and ideas and suggestions and arguments with the boss, bad things are going to happen. I’m one of the few people working and not giving a shit about looking good and trying to save the company, and my salary is right around the second-lowest in the company.
Useless, because it seems like all it would’ve taken to keep things from getting this bad would’ve been for the boss to, well, follow my suggestions. Unfortunately for the company, my suggestions involved making hard choices and cutting away the deadwood, and the boss didn’t want to admit he had to fire anybody or that the hard choices were necessary, so here we are.
A lot of my life is spent living out this theme — “Hey, guys? GUYS! Maybe it wouldn’t be a good idea to . . . Aw shit, nevermind.”
So I head home, which is a 5-minute drive from work. My car has a headlight out, and there’s a spare in my back seat. The wife bought it for me so that I could put it in when I had a moment. Thirty seconds from my front door, I encounter a county deputy sheriff traveling in the opposite direction. It took my staring at his cruiser for a moment, but yep, I saw it — he had a headlight out, too.
I thought that was pretty funny. My mistake.
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