HudsonHawk
I'll Lock Up
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The other useful thing I've found is to always deliver bad news in person, if possible. If you're gonna chew my butt out, you're gonna do it face to face, looking me in the eye.
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To this day, I don’t know why I wasn’t fired !
My getting chewed out days are behind me. So are my chewing out days.
Among the reasons I preferred working for smaller enterprises is because it is apparent who really gets the work done around such an outfit, whatever the titles or the rates of pay. I earned my keep, and more. And if there was ever reason to doubt that, I knew it before those signing the checks got to thinking along those lines too.
I acknowledge that I could be a tough guy to work under for those who were ill-suited to the work. I was demanding, but I rarely chewed. I knew finer people than I will ever be who weren't up to the job. Just didn't have the chops.
Among the reasons I preferred working for smaller enterprises is because it is apparent who really gets the work done around such an outfit, whatever the titles or the rates of pay. I earned my keep, and more. And if there was ever reason to doubt that, I knew it before those signing the checks got to thinking along those lines too.
One thing for sure, bosses don't mind when you don't agree with them, and in the end you save them tens of thousands of dollars! I did that with a boss, talked him out of buying a C-47, later he thanked me, it would have been a money pit!
They're even more appreciative when you tell them "good news boss...not only did I save you money, but it looks like you won't have to go to jail after all."
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As far as sleazy bosses go, I worked in radio for a man who was in every possible way a moral leper, and I disdained him in every possible way. Especially after he became the state chairman of a major political party.
As far as sleazy bosses go, I worked in radio for a man who was in every possible way a moral leper, and I disdained him in every possible way. Especially after he became the state chairman of a major political party.
One of our blue-chip companies is a firm called M&S or Marks & Spencer. They pride themselves in setting the standard. I made the mother and father of all monumentals with one of their financial services, leaflet promotional campaigns. It went out to coincide with a television advertisement push. On discovering my error, I rang first, my boss, the regional manager. His retort: "You had better put it right." The next call I dreaded, I rang my opposite number at M&S. Told her what we had done, knowing the television connection she asked: "Can you put it right in 48 hours?" "No," I said, "it's logistically impossible, but it will all be done and dusted within 72." "Do it!" She said. It cost my company the best part of ten grand in resource and overtime, but we did it. I didn't contact either my boss or M&S, preferring to keep a low profile. However, the lady at M&S phoned me to say that she was happy with the outcome, the leaflets just made it in time to synchronise with the TV adverts, and was there anyone special who deserved a mention? I explained that all the warehouse staff, plus the drivers and those connected in a physical way had all received overtime payments, but the two ladies in my customer services department, on salary, and therefore not paid overtime, went well beyond the call of duty. The M&S manager wrote to head office, telling them that it was refreshing to have an honest response to a human error, and that they were impressed that the 72 hour deadline was achieved. Please find enclosed M&S vouchers worth £100 each to be given to the two ladies who worked so hard for no reward in order for this mistake to be put right.I offered to take it out of my paycheck for the clean-up. He said no, & shook my hand.
No, that was the guy I worked for before. He also was a real piece of work -- he would always tell everyone "WHEN I WORKED AT NBC RADIO I WAS THE ONE WHO FIRED BILL CULLEN!" And after hearing this once too often, I commented. "And look where he is now, and look where you are."
When I left The Moral Leper, I simply picked up my typewriter, on Thursday, September 11, 1997, at 8:35 am, in the middle of a shift, and walked out the door and never looked back. You reach a point in your life when the amount of crap you're taking just isn't worth the recompense. That was the end of my radio career, and I've never regretted walking out that door.
That is basically how I quit my job on the 21st of January this year. It was putting me in a bad spot mentally and physically and I decided that I would rather be unemployed, broke and happy then working, underpaid and miserable. All my coworkers were shock but my boss was MFing me by that afternoon. I didn't see what the problem was. He told me at least twice that my replacement is a phone call away. He also called me a effing fatass to my face in front of my coworkers.