Alright. I’m back. Back back. Back for more. Back with a vengeance and a bone to pick.
WARNING: It’s not usually like this around here, but I say the word “shit” a lot in this one.
One of the positive things that has happened over the past year is that I got fired from my job. Wait what? Yeah, I said it. Getting fired from my job was one of the better points in my year. I hated that job. I worked 55 hour weeks getting paid peanuts to stock beer in grocery stores. It was long and the company was/is a joke. When my dad got sick the second time and went into hospice, do you know what my boss told me? “Remember, you’ve still got a job to do.” Cold-blooded, man. The salesman that covered my region said the same thing. One of the many things that my father bestowed upon was a stellar work ethic, so getting the job done was never an issue, but they chose that route. It was a bad place to be.
So anyway, I worked Friday-Tuesday. I came in one Friday and my boss pretty much lays into me because the beer in the cooler wasn’t rotated. All he ever told me was that the beer needed to be rotated on Mondays and Tuesdays. He yells at me, my supervisor calls as I’m walking to the back of the store and he gives me hell. Then I get back to where my boss is and he starts up again, ultimately asking me “do you even want to work here anymore?”
I didn’t have an answer. I didn’t want to work there. I didn’t want to not have a job but I definitely didn’t work there. So I shrugged. That was enough for him and the end of my time there.
Whatever. Their loss. That’s not my point.
Neither is this. I went for about a week trying to find something, anything to get some money coming in. I applied for unemployment. I sold some of my belongings. I did what I could. After that first week, a friend of mine that just worked weekends at the beer place calls and says that he might be able to get me on at the traffic products company he worked at during the week (his “real job”). Traffic products? I thought. I don’t know. But I needed money like nobody’s business so I told him I was in. So I came in and I busted my ass like I always do at work. I hustled to learn the products and processes. I was making less than I did at the beer job, but like I said, I have a pretty damn good work ethic so I got in there and did the damn thing. Within a week, I went from being a floater to having a legit position. Within a few weeks, the owner promoted me to Warehouse Foreman. Over the next few months, I continued to hustle and learn and get the warehouse into shape. A few weeks ago, I got promoted to Production Manager, overseeing the warehouse and the in-house sign shop.
And that is part of my point. Hustle is important. Work is important. Responsibility is important.
Now that I’m a manager, I get to, well, manage other people. I’ve got the Production side of it, but I’m not a huge fan of, well, other people. I’ve got about seven guys total that I supervise and their kind of a mixed bag. A couple of them are something else and one in particular has proven to be a real piece of work. He’s been there for about a year. He stayed around even after a bunch of people broke off and created a competing business. He stayed even when shit got real heavy and we were overwhelmed with the size and numbers of sign orders coming in. That’s great. But he also makes a bunch of mistakes. And he gets stoned a lot of time before work. And sometimes during work. And probably always after work.
So he’s gotten in trouble for other things that may or may not have had to do with him being stoned. I don’t think he’s a bad guy and I could give a shit less what he does after work, but I can guarantee that his personal stuff is bleeding into his professional performance. He’s had some more issues lately and made some dumb mistakes and we’re also (unrelated) trying to cross-train some other people (myself included) to do the sign design on the computer, a task which, until now, was more-or-less exclusively his to do. Now, he’s (understandably) worried that he’s training his replacement (not necessarily true).
I’ve been in this situation. I trained a guy a few jobs back that wind up getting the promotion that I had been training for. It’s a terrible feeling. But I didn’t give up and let things fall to the wayside. I’ve never gotten into a bunch of trouble at work (just fired out of nowhere!) and been worried about someone else taking my job, but I imagine it’s not too far off. I imagine that I would be walking on egg shells trying to make sure that I didn’t rock the boat or piss the big bosses off. But what does this guy do? He rocks the boat. He pisses the big bosses off. And now he’s that much closer to actually losing his job.
This blows my mind some, but what really gets me is his response to getting formally in trouble today. He assumes the role of the victim. Oh, everyone’s so hard on him (they’re not). Oh, he’s done so much for the company (not really). Oh, he was just taking a few minutes to vape in the warehouse (big no-no). Oh, nobody likes him (not true). What the hell, man? You messed up. A lot of times. And you got a hundred extra chances. And everyone coddles you and tries to make it easier for you so as not to ruffle your feathers and you don’t feel appreciated? Give me a break.
My point in telling you all of this, whoever you are, is that you have to take responsibility for you: yourself, your actions, your life, etc. No one’s going to take responsibility for a grown man. No one wants to spend extra time and effort making your life easier at their expense. Maybe they will for a little bit, but not forever. And why would you want that? If you’re unhappy somewhere, go somewhere else. God Bless America. 40 hours a week is too much time to spend somewhere that you hate that much. Also, are you giving it your all? All 110%? Roll up your sleeves, do it to it, and see if your situation improves. If it doesn’t, it probably wasn’t meant to be. And that’s okay. No one’s going to hate you for wanting to do something else. No one’s going to kill you for leaving your desk, your office, your job.
Take responsibility, take charge of you and all of your shit and figure it out. Because no one else is going to do it for you.