I lost another job today.
Second one in less than a year.
Didn't think I'd mind it as much as I do, because I truly loathed the gig towards the end.
A friend recommended me, and I was hired over several applicants. However, it was a match not meant to be, on so many levels.
The corporate headquarters is in the northeast, and I am from the south; just a bit of a cultural difference, which showed up in big ways, like common courtesy and thoughtfulness that my people take for granted...and they haven't a clue about.
Soon, it was process over performance, even though the performance was tacitly expected, and enforced by Third Grade playground tactics. Then a key player in the program started renegging on support, and in some cases competed against itself.
It was hell.
My first clue things were winding down was the inability in the middle of the day to log-on to the network to upload my reports and work--process over performance, you know. Despite a phone call to the boss on the previous day that drew praise and promises of follow-up on a request for information for a big client I was developing, the the anvil dropped on my head like the hapless coyote in the Roadrunner cartoons.
You're out, with 5.34 vacation days and a week's severance. Don't let the door pop you on the ass on your way out. Except, I work from home. So here amid the clutter of a job I no longer have, I ponder the point.
When I turned in my company computer, I also turned in the ten new orders I'd completed, and the seven that were in process.
The final straw for me: the lack of courage on the part of my boss, and absence of even a phone call or e-mail acknowledging my work.
What a chicken shit.
