July 12, 2019

Long and boring, I will likely delete the damn thing ere the day is out

My internet friend Hey Teacher is in the land of pasta. He must be busy clicking to the old blog a few hundred times a day or somehow convinced his entire to tour to check me out: Italy ranks #2 behind the good old US of A in my visit metrics. How strange is that?

In other news...nothing.

I could discuss the weather. You have your own to contend with.

Politics. Nope. I have my opinion. You have yours. Mine are likely correct. Yours are certainly wrong if you disagree with mine. It really is that simple and there is no need to discuss it further.

----no, trust me, you are wrong.

My little garden is growing. I have picked five jalapenos. I picked a little pickle cucumber this morning that was not there two days ago. I have a green pepper that will be big enough by next weekend. I have one tomato that will  ripen by next week.  Dozens of green 'maters on the vines will not be far behind. By the beginning of August I will have tomatoes every day -- cherry, beefsteak, heirloom, and my favorite -- yellow. The dang cucumber is spreading all over the place and will strangle the bell pepper and jalapeno if I am not careful.

Life sucks. If it were not for my granddaughters I could easily just give up.

Fortunately, I was not wired that way.

The company lost a significant customer that comprised 90% of my territory. I guess after 2 years of negotiations the customer determined we were just too hard to work with (the negotiations predated my hire by more than 16 months) and found another supplier. The company decided there was no need for me if there was no business.  Losing 16 million in sales is never a good thing, even if I take no responsibility. Negotiations were being done well above my pay grade and the company did not heed my advise to compromise.

I am again in the market for a job. The margin for error is low this time.  I need something quick, fast, right now. At my ridiculously high previous salary.

But yeah, I will take anything in the short term.


Jean said...

Holy shit, Joe. I'm so sorry about the job.
But...with your charm, wit, personality and high-level brainage, you'll be in demand soon.

Cheryl said...

I am sorry. I assume your too young to retire and you would go crazy being at home every day.

Practical Parsimony said...

So sorry!

Unknown said...

The worst thing that ever happened to me was deciding to resign my job, due to the treatment I received from my superiors that I gave everything to for 12 years. They talked me into staying. The auto industry is brutal.

The best thing that ever happened to me was I was fired 6 months later once they found my replacement. I found a job where I make more money; work less hours; and am amazed at how well upper management treats me and values me.

I have no idea who you are, but I think you are hilarious and smart. That is why I read your blog every weekend. YOU LIFT ME UP.

Anonymous said...

Sorry to hear that, I am still in Indiana.

James old Guy

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