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Home » June 2004
Thursday, June 24, 2004

Shaw, Am



    It is cool and grey this morning.  The waters
are still.  Somewhere out there the sun is lurking, trying to burn
its way through the high cloud cover.  No fog this morning, but it
has become an almost every-morning occurance.

    It has been a week since I quit my job--so much for
trying to get fired.  The fall out has been interesting. 
I  did not believe business people could be so petty.  Faxes,
email, and I am sure not a small amount of unkind things are being said
about me.  Triumph in the face of adversity--hardly.  Caving
in to base behaviour, most likely.  After all the employees these
people have fired over the years without a whit of care about their
future--they can't stand it when someone does it to them.

The truth shall set me free.

    Who are you going to do business with? Someone full
of pent-up venom with nothing nice to say about another company, who
doesn't admit to their own failings?  OR a company which admits
there were problems which couldn't be resolved and had to take an
unfortunate action, but strives to do better?  I suppose it is all
spin and perception.  But I have a daily record of my work history
to back up my position.      It is interesting how
a blog--either web-based or data-based can give you an accurate record
of what your going through at any given time.  Add a time and date
stamp to it, and a modified by-stamp to it and it becomes a perminent
log of what is going on around you. 

    Anyway, it is one more case of the haves feeling
more superior than the have-nots. Not matter what a have-not like me
tries to do, the haves retain the upper-hand. Manifest Destiny and all
that.  I have nothing to take, and everything to give. 
Martyr me and see what happens.



posted by: ChefNeal at June 24, 2004 08:37 | link | comments |

Friday, June 18, 2004

Well, the counter claims that
people are still reading this drivel.  Or maybe not, perhaps yer
all just hiting this site and seeing that there is nothing to see and
fleeing without a glance.

I'm on the road again this morning.  Heading to the restaurant and
then Seattle for an appointment--which should be with a shrink.

I quit the restaurant a few days ago in a dramatic and bridge-burning
way.  Not exactly bowing out with dignity.  Life is too short
to put up with unproductive crap.  Between travel and work and
being gone from home I was away well over 120 hours a week from home
for a 40 hour check.  Stress and strain. Between my unrepaired
finger and agonising back pain--agravated by my own stupidity, and
copious quantities of stress I have not been happy.  And that is
no place to be.

Nevertheless, because my break-up was spur of the moment and final and
quite insane, I must return to my Waterloo and retrieve my belongings
in a cloud of shame, or some such crap which I am supposed to be
under.  Sorry--I checked that baggage at customs.

We  can but try and learn from our mistakes when we are able.\

posted by: ChefNeal at June 18, 2004 09:59 | link | comments |