3/12/10

How I Felt Like a Number...But Didn't Mind

Part One (Look for Part Two on Monday)

I worked for a company for six months. It took two and a half minutes to erase me from their records.

For all the feelings running through my mind in the week and a half after quitting my job, the biggest shock was just how meaningless I really was to my previous employer. I do not live in a fantasy world in which I expected any sort of celebratory party held as my farewell, what I had expected was a slight bit of friction as the ax was brought down on my career. The resistance never came. Quitting was as simple and cold as ordering a new couch from IKEA. Actually, it was substantially easier, as I didn't have to figure out what a duktig, oslo, billy or kassett was. What is the Swedish word for 'quit'? Hmmm. 

My employer had made claims almost weekly about the quality of their training regiment. Tops in the industry. This I do not debate, they clearly put time, money and other resources into training. At one point, a home office employee threw out a figure (Something like $75,000) which the company attached to each new trainee. Get through the entire program and that will be the price tag to the company. Wow! They must truly believe in my abilities, I am empowered. New trainees were given equipment, provided with extensive industry training and nurtured at the corporate headquarters for two weeks. I was part of the next generation of financial professionals. I was believed in. I was an investment.

After six months of being told how important I was, I guess I began to believe it a bit. This was one of the biggest things holding me back from making the move earlier to leave. I held out longer while I knew that I was eventually going to be leaving the company solely because I did not want to let everyone down. I was sucked in by the corporate culture. If I had known how the detachment would have actually played out, I would have left upon the first inclination of doubt.

Let me make this clear: Your company does not care about you. Do not listen to what they tell you. You are only as important as the office equipment, the network technology or the air conditioning system. Employees (Especially those at the lowest level) are not people. They are cogs in the system. The plan is generally for a small percentage of these plebes to become "valued employees". Most will fall by the wayside at one point of another and nobody will bat an eye.

My generation gets a poor reputation for not being loyal to a company. The days of working for the same institution for an entire career are over. Generation X killed that idea and my generation is piling the cement on its grave site. But are we really to be blamed? Have young employees become less loyal based on inherent personality traits or do we understand the cold nature of business more thoroughly? Sports often times acts as a barometer for society, many times these comparisons are inane. In this case, however, I think it is a proper comparison. Athletes of past decades were drafted by a team and would go on to play their entire careers for that team. Free agency, powerful sports agents and a less barriers between the boardroom and the locker room have led to new generations of athletes who are loyal to one thing only: themselves. I doubt anyone who is entering the workforce today or tomorrow or in the next few years has the intention of staying at the same company which hires them. This just will not happen. At some point, the company will need to cut back on employee costs and the relationship will end. On the other end of the possibility spectrum, there will come a point when a better position opens at a different company and the relationship will end. Whether the company ends it or the employee ends it is beside the point. 

The sooner that both sides of the worker-employee relationship realize that there is no loyalty, the sooner everyone can go about working and living their lives as they should. Workers should not view their role at a company as their entire lives. They are people first, employees second. Employers will continue to treat their workers as numbers, but this shouldn't bring with it any hard feelings. Let's keep this relationship casual, no one needs to get married to their jobs.

GRM

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3/11/10

The Sickness of Change

I have been cursed.



This is what happens when you upset the fabric of the universe; when you do what you aren't supposed to do; when you break free from the line you are supposed to be on. In a way, the higher powers of the world attempt to slap you back into order like a unruly boy scout. This is where the pain comes from. The simplest part of any act is the act itself. Trouble always finds the person in the 'pre' and 'post' stages. Doing is not hard. Unless the doing is something that is hard (e.g. Running a marathon), but it generally isn't. Pre-action minds are filled with doubt, nerves, anger, fear, doubt and nerves. Post-action is filled with, well, that's what I'm dealing with now. The post-action fall out.

I have been cursed.

Dateline: Monday Morning. As first reported here, I quit my job

Dateline: Monday Afternoon. Phone call to my Mom who seems much more interested in my acquisition of health insurance. My response, "Mom, I'll figure it out, don't worry". Cue foreboding music indicating that this might be a moment of foreshadowing. 

Dateline: Monday Night. Second half of my recreational soccer match. As to heed my Mom's warnings, I play the game while favoring my previously injured right ankle. All seems well until the dreaded turf monster leaps up and grabs my healthy ankle. Boom, rolled ankle. I take myself out of the game and nurse my already bloating ankle.

Dateline: Tuesday Morning: The ankle is still in pain, well, both ankles actually. To make matters worse (Read: much worse) these conditions have been joined by what seems like a simple hangover headache. My first reaction is that this is odd as I did not have much to drink the previous night (The soccer team had imbibed at a local public house), but I took some painkillers anyway. What was the worst that could happen? I was in pain. I wanted it killed.


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3/10/10

Update 03/10/2010

I need to get some quick updates out of the way today. Please bare with me...

1.) A giant 'Thank You!' to everyone who has sent well wishes, encouragement, congratulations and any words my way in regards to my decision to quit my job last week. It has been a wonderful surprise to hear from so many who care about me. I hope you all continue to follow the blog for further updates.

2.) I have been accepted to write a blog for the Chicago Tribune's network (ChicagoNow). My writing there will be quite different than what is normally found on Right After Left. The blog is titled 'And Then What?' and is focused entirely on the goings on in Chicago through the eyes of someone who is just getting comfortable (Read: Me). The posts will be shorter than the typical post here. If you know anyone in the Chicago area or you yourself are interested in Chicago information, please check it out here.

3.) If you find any of the information on this page interesting at all, please take the time to either post a comment, retweet the article or sign-up to receive email updates (Check out the new feature in the upper right hand corner). It goes a long way to help me know what kind of content is popular.

4.) I am always available in some sense to be contacted. Email me here. Follow me on Twitter. Whether it is just a quick hello, a link to a useful article or a request for a guest post, I am all ears.

Thank you again for checking in with my writings here on Right After Left, the traffic numbers have been a pleasant surprise. I understand that not everything I write is going to appeal to everyone, I just hope that once in awhile you are entertained. Expect the posts to slow slightly on this site in response to my new gig with ChicagoNow and with my continued efforts to finish my first attempt at a book (Aiming to have 80,000 words by April, then begin to edit). This might come as a welcome change for some of you who have commented that I write too much on this site. I should be settling in to approximately five posts a week here.

Keep the feedback coming. 

GRM

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3/9/10

In Your Dreams

Only a few things are guaranteed to make me shut my brain off and immediately stop listening to someone:

1.) Use of the word "myriad", instead of more reasonable alternatives such as "many" or "a bunch"  
2.) Any use of the the phrase "Oh, that is so like (insert friend's name)", or its even more evil cousin "Oh, that is so us!"
3.) The retelling of dreams

That last one is the biggie. It is the one thing that almost everyone in the world does that honestly pisses me off. I have no use for the misadventures you had in your imagination land last night. I can't stand it. What is the response this person would be looking for? I am clearly not a psychologist or some sort of professional dream analyst. You are not going to get anything out of this conversation and neither am I. Casual dream retelling (CDR) may possibly be the biggest time waster in modern humanity, with the Twilight Saga coming in a close second (Just kidding, Pattinson is dreamy...that's OK for me to say right?...I have to go).

Now that I have that out of the way, let me tell you about this dream I had last night. 


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3/8/10

Olympic Judges Hate Avatar, Love The Hurt Locker

As I mentioned going into the weekend, I had my choice for the Best Picture Oscar but it came with a qualification. I had not seen all the nominees. I hadn't even seen the two films considered front runners for the prize. Well, I couldn't face the possibility of, come Sunday, having to admit to not seeing the best movie made in the past year. Moreover, I wanted to be able to complain with a clean conscience if The Hurt Locker did not win. What this means in a roundabout way is that I finally saw Avatar (To be fair, this also had much to do with the box-office behemoth being relegated to the cheap theaters after a historic run at the real theaters. Sidebar: Why have we as a movie going public accepted the fact that there is a $3.00 surcharge for 3D movies? Is it worth $3.00 to be able to see the bugs flying right at us? There are no other variable pricing models in movies. Wouldn't it make more sense to pay extra for a film with a giant budget, or one that last over two and a half hours, or one with tons of special effects? Why stop at a 3D surcharge? Let's make everything variable. This is not a good trend). While I made my choice clear earlier, I am now able to defend my statement that The Hurt Locker was the best movie made this past year and deserved the awards it received yesterday.

My mind was as close to being made up about Avatar as possible before even heading into the theater. I only wanted to see it for cultural relevance, so I could be part of the conversation. It was going to be cheesy, it was going to draw too heavily on graphical demonstrations, the story was going to be bad, it was going to be too long, I was not going to like Avatar. For most of Act One, my expectations were being met. One thing struck me as particularly strange (Looking back at this point) and this was just how often parts of Avatar reminded me of other movies. For Act One, the memories of Dances With Wolves was at the front of my mind. Tell me which movie I am summarizing: Injured soldier finds strange new people, at first is pushed away but then is overwhelmingly embraced. Yeah, I'm not sure either. As Sam Worthington went through the same "meet the natives" montage as viewers have seen in countless other movies, I almost fell asleep. I am not just saying this for effect. I almost actually fell asleep in the first hour. Thankfully, the action picked up come Act Two.


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3/7/10

Public Talking Points: The Destruction of Opinions

I find it strange how some opinions transform into accepted fact. No one knows how this happens or at what point it happens, but it certainly does happen. The normal course of events is that a group of (vocal) people form an opinion on a certain subject and they make this point clear in many ways. Usually, these people are considered "experts". What follows is the uninitiated, who take the experts' opinion as fact, adopting the same viewpoint despite not having arrived at the same conclusion. From one opinion, a fact is spawned. A tell-tale sign that this phenomenon is occurring can be found in the casual references thrown around by laypeople:

Maybe it is a shoe salesman who, while in conversation, mentions something along the lines of: "The Hurt Locker should definitely win for Best Picture, its portrayal of the war was so spot-on"
Maybe it's your coworker who you overhear saying "Radiohead is just such a transcendent band, I love their new stuff. It's so good."
Or maybe it is your sister who says "Obama the candidate was so much more effective than Obama the President."

No one even bats their eyes when statements like these are uttered. The problem is that most likely the shoe salesman has never been to Iraq, your coworker hasn't even heard the entire Radiohead album and your sister could not make followup point to back up her Obama point. Much like politicians are given talking points before going on the Sunday morning interview shows, everyday people have their own now. Listen to enough experts and your mind is made up for you. 


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