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Friday, September 2, 2005
Sometimes, it’s like my life is actually am novel or movie (perhaps a movie based on a novel). Here’s what I mean.
So the situation at work has been that I am miserable. All my loyal readers know that. First, I stood up for myself and gave two weeks notice of resignation. That felt good. I was happy and sold a lot of cars. Also, shortly after my announcement, my car went kaput. At work, everyone was really nice and understanding, so I got to thinking that maybe the place wasn’t that bad after all. I asked if they could place me somewhere in the office (as had been offered at the two-weeks-notice announcement). Okay. At the end of my two weeks, the owner told me to go talk to the office manager about a job, turns out he had not even mentioned the possibility to the guy. So the office manager was caught off guard, but said he would love to have me if I could only wait a little while until he could try and arrange something for me. Yesterday, he told me they were filling the open spot in the office with a more experienced temp. Of course, he asked me to please stay on the sales floor, actually suggesting that something else might open up for me in the office. I told him flat out that I understand the value of experience and I appreciate that need, but that I am just being strung along here. He admitted the fault.
Here’s where the literary element presented itself: This morning, after a little sebatical from my phone, I finally checked my voicemail again. I had seven messages. A number from Dre, one from Cait, one from Subaru, and one from work. The one from work was just the hold music/message. A full message of just hold music and, “Thank you for calling Champion Ford! We will get to your call as soon as possible.” Incredible.
Sometimes, it’s like my life is actually am novel or movie (perhaps a movie based on a novel). Here’s what I mean.
So the situation at work has been that I am miserable. All my loyal readers know that. First, I stood up for myself and gave two weeks notice of resignation. That felt good. I was happy and sold a lot of cars. Also, shortly after my announcement, my car went kaput. At work, everyone was really nice and understanding, so I got to thinking that maybe the place wasn’t that bad after all. I asked if they could place me somewhere in the office (as had been offered at the two-weeks-notice announcement). Okay. At the end of my two weeks, the owner told me to go talk to the office manager about a job, turns out he had not even mentioned the possibility to the guy. So the office manager was caught off guard, but said he would love to have me if I could only wait a little while until he could try and arrange something for me. Yesterday, he told me they were filling the open spot in the office with a more experienced temp. Of course, he asked me to please stay on the sales floor, actually suggesting that something else might open up for me in the office. I told him flat out that I understand the value of experience and I appreciate that need, but that I am just being strung along here. He admitted the fault.
Here’s where the literary element presented itself: This morning, after a little sebatical from my phone, I finally checked my voicemail again. I had seven messages. A number from Dre, one from Cait, one from Subaru, and one from work. The one from work was just the hold music/message. A full message of just hold music and, “Thank you for calling Champion Ford! We will get to your call as soon as possible.” Incredible.
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