A Labor Day Story
It's Labor Day in the US so I thought I would regale you with a story about my worst (and best) job.
Most of us migrate from job to job during our employed life. Greg stayed at the same company for 41 years. In fact, even when the company was bought and sold by five other conglomerates, Greg stayed with the furniture.
In the long run, his way was better. Staying on the job netted him a higher rate of pay while grandfathering him with benefits than those who drifted in and out of the company never got. Companies are very much aware that most people won't stay at their job. That dedicated behavior ended with my generation.
Today people regularly move from one company to another. According to Labor Statistics, most people average only four years at the same job.
Unlike Greg, I changed jobs often because there was no forward mobility in my field, at least until I landed my last job. Even then I got screwed. I applied and got my dream job in a different department at my company. I would work alone and in graphics. It was all I ever wanted. And the pay was great too.
The director called me a few days later and told me my director would not release me. Sometimes it sucks to be good at your job. I never forgave him for that. I would've stayed a lot longer at the company had they allowed me to change departments.
By far my worst job was when we moved to Texas. Jobs were scarce then and I unwittingly took the first job that came up. Telemarketing. :cue mass groan:
This was 46 years ago. Telemarketing was assertive, but not the brutal guerilla tactics we know today. I lasted exactly one week.
Firstly, I'm not a salesperson, but I have a great phone voice and that's what they were after. The selling I could tolerate, but not the smoke. Every single person in that office smoked. I would come home every night reeking of it. I needed the job, but I simply couldn't take the smell that gave me round the clock headaches.
I lasted the week only because I wanted a whole paycheck.
I hated that job with every fiber of my being. I wanted to be the dedicated worker Greg was but not at the expense of my health.
Fortunately, I found the perfect job for myself not long after that awful experience. I started as office help for a veterinarian. The vet was a cranky, old man who yelled at everyone, but he must've seen something in me because he decided to take me under his wing and teach me to be his surgical assistant.
I loved that job. And I still miss that cranky, old man. God bless you, John. Thank you for everything you taught me and your confidence in me. I've never forgotten it.
Today I'm retired and work harder than I ever did in my 40+ years of employment, but I enjoy it more because I work on my own terms.
Over to you. What's the shortest time you've ever been employed anywhere? Was there a job in your employment history you hated--or loved?