The writing prompt was proposed to me, among several others, to tell the world what I am putting off right now. In order to complete this weeks Writers’ Workshop, which involves time to write to complete, I am putting off the work that sits on my desk.
As most of you know by now, the national economy is in the toilet, and there are a lot of people out there who have lost a job or have a job but no work to do. My employer is in the same pickle. We have a very sporadic workload right now, and I have found myself twiddling my thumbs now and again. However, today I have work to do, and instead of doing that work I am writing a blog post (sound faintly familiar?). So, you and I understand that I am putting off my work to type this to you, but I also realize that if my boss were to find out, that he would be put off too!! BONUS!!
See, I really don’t mind at all, because my boss and I have history.
This is not the first time that I have worked with this company. Eight years ago, I was previously employed by these people, and I worked seven long diligent years for them. And one day my boss chewed my ass fiercely for something I did not do. I made the minor mistake of taking my frustration out in an inappropriate manner. I typed the f bomb into the current document on which I had been working. I was so angry that I checked out for the day and took a four day weekend. When I got back my boss had seen what I had done and terminated my employment for it. So I packed up my John Lee Hooker record collection and down the street I went.
I ended up in Fort Worth and stayed employed there for five years. Then I transferred down to Austin to spend another two years with the same company.
At that point, I came home to help my mom, and here we are. So when these people who fired me, heard I was coming back to town, they offered me a job immediately. I haggled with the boss man and got everything I wanted except for one thing. They gave me a raise, my own office, latitude to travel to see my kids, matching money for my 401K, and two weeks of vacation a year (I asked for three). But I watched my dad wither and die from 300 miles away. I traveled every other weekend to spend time with him. It was not good for either of us and I won’t forget it at all.
So when the man who started the whole mess offered to re-employ me, I took it without hesitation. I sit here working on my post instead of his work, and I let him pay me to do it, because I don’t care about his crummy company and I am going to ride his coattails for as long as I can before I move on down the road again. I have two more years of child support left and I intend to let him fund my living through this mess, after which I get a do-over for my life. Don’t get me wrong, I will work for him…..some. But if he is honestly expecting loyalty from me after treating me the way he did before, he is just plain ignorant. Paybacks are a bitch, aren’t they?
I am not currently accepting applications for a conscience, but if you want to leave me a comment on how this makes you feel, then I will take the constructive criticism and use it as I will. So did I just put you off?