Sunday, October 26, 2008

Cutting Noses and Lines of Credit


Life sure throws you some funny pitches, sometimes.
Nearly five years ago I was working for a BIG public corporatation, whose name you would readily recognize if I were to tell you.
That's not important.

This company was so big and powerful and profitable that they issued Corporate American Express credit cards to all of their Managers, so that we could more easily do our jobs. If we needed to travel--the line of credit was there to use, and the company would pay the bill directly.
The only catch was, the line of credit was in MY name, not the company's.
So I had to watch them like a hawk to make sure the bills were paid on time.

Shortly after I left that company, I inquired of American Express and my former employer about what to do with the Amex Corporate card issued in my name. American Express said the card was still good--go ahead and continue to use it; I never received a response from my former employer. Guess they were too big and high and mighty to care.

In fact, a couple of years ago, AMEX actually issued an updated card to me.

Fast forward to the present, and I am now finding myself in the interesting position of independant contractor, doing direct business with the former employer. Now they HAVE to treat me nicely, because I am one of their larger customers.

I've been using that Corporate AMEX card to enable large, five-figured transactions with the former employer. In fact, they suggested that I take the position I have assumed in order to retain a certain level of billing (for them).
I am something like a White Knight on a troubled account.
Whatever.

I received a letter in the mail last week telling me that this former employer had requested that American Express cancel the card, and brother, it was dead in nothing flat.
Amazing, don't you think?

Here's a big, fat-cat company that couldn't be troubled a few years ago to properly manage my transition enough to close the credit line then...and for the past years I have been using it, and paying the balances each month.

Now that the company has come to me and asked me to take on the financial risk of a certain project, including being personally responsible for it, they decide, "oops, better snag that AMEX card out there," essentially cutting the line of credit I was using to operate with them.
Talk about cutting off your nose to spite your face.

I, of course, immediately contacted American Express, and replaced the line of credit--which was already in my name--with another account.

Why is it that the bigger (and more out of touch) a large company is, the more difficult they like to make it to do business with them?


Sunday, September 7, 2008

Blacklisting


I have decided that life is too short for helping those who don't want to be helped.

Henceforth and from now on, I will be trustworthy, loyal, honest and helpful to as many as I can be. I will not tolerate duplicitous behavior, however, and will shun those who say one thing to my face and do the opposite behind my back.

In a recent "exit interview" with the CEO of a former employer, I was told that the executive who had severed my relationship with the company was "not my enemy," nevermind he had the power to retain my position if he wanted.

Not my enemy?
Indeed, who needs enemies with friends like that?

This polecat had the balls to look me in the eye and tell me he was my friend.
Some friend.
Someone lied, someone was not truthful, and my litmus test for honor, virtue and shooting straight just got a lot harder to pass.

So I have now learned to be wary of female executives and Hebrew CEO's (or incarnations of both traits in the same body.)
If that's stereotyping, tough.

My experiences with both types have been less than successful in recent months, and I don't intend to repeat the pain.

Monday, September 1, 2008

Oaf!

I recently had the opportunity to assist a professional with his presentation skills.
His delivery and sense of entertainment is about as exciting as watching paint dry.
I gave him sound advice, coached him on his content delivery, and created several different, interesting ways for him to tell his story and accel in his effectiveness.

He stabbed me in the back.
He told me one thing and then did the opposite.
He had the gall to call me on a weekend and spew his venom and bile into my restful space.
Fine.

I will not get even.
I will get ahead.
He can rot in his own juices.