The Wabe Stories and Other Bits of Crap Descent into Madness, or Reality Really Blows


The Ties that Bind… and Kill

Yes, there’s more. Pity it isn’t anything like the teaser, but it’s interesting in its own right…

I eventually did go to Jacksonville, after a brief respite in L.A. so I could be chewed out by my Mother. Nothing interesting happened on the plane, so I’ll skip to my first encounter with the client…

7:00 AM
Get up, shower, get dressed. Put on a nice shirt (button-down collar) and a pair of new jeans. Decide I need that extra “touch-of-class” and I wear a sweater instead of my usual jersey.
8:30 AM
Breakfast with Account Manager. Eyebrow raised over apparel, but no comment.
9:00 AM
Arrive at client’s location. Escorted to the Human Resources department, where I am enthusiastically greeted by a representative. Spend time filling out reports. She makes no comment about my appearance. I’m actually starting to feel good about this place…
9:31 AM
Escorted to the Engineering department. Smiles are had all around, introductions are made, hands are shook.
9:31:05 AM
Escort leaves. Smiles disappear.
9:31:07 AM
Head Engineer looks me over. “We believe in ties here,” he says coldly.
9:31:12 AM
“Oh,” I say, not knowing what to make of his comment.
9:31:16 AM
“Do you have a problem with this?” he sneers.
9:31:21 AM
That did it. “Yes, I do,” I reply back, meaning I have a problem with his attitude.
9:31:26 AM
“I don’t like you.”
9:31:29 AM
“I’m sorry. Let me take a look at your code, and we’ll discuss this later.”
9:31:34 AM
“We don’t like your attitude. Please go to Human Resources and tell them you’re unacceptable.”

All in all, I had this contract for 34 seconds, if you don’t count the time wasted in HR. (I actually checked my watch when entering and leaving, so that is accurate.)

Dark Homecoming

I returned to New Jersey, strangely happy, knowing that I’d soon be going home. Silly me…

They actually wanted to keep me! The only reason I can figure is that they wanted to get as much out of me as they could. During this time, I wrote an extra chapter in the “Madness" series (this time, a rambling collection of incoherent thoughts) and improved my backgammon game.

As you can guess, I finally quit. It was a mutual decision.

Epilogue

So, what did I get out of this? In the end, I had:

The moral of this story? Always make sure the company you’re going to work for knows you don’t wear ties.


Update

A recent article in The Register told me what happened after the company and I parted ways. They were bought by HP, allowed to fester, then made redundant after the HP/Compaq merger. So, even if everything had worked there still was no future there.


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