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It’s a great night. Because I have a ‘day off’ tomorrow.

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So, it occurred to me that the guy asking for money standing not but 1 foot away from my open car door wasn’t the safest thing in the world. But, I’ve always felt (because I’ve been in a similar situation) that asking for money is the worst feeling in the world. I’m not talking about the panhandling sort, I mean the ‘I just didn’t expect to be in this situation and please god I’m putting my faith in you’ situation. These are the kinds of people that don’t ask for ‘whatever you can give’, they lay it out there.

I appreciate that. I mean, the guy could be lying, but I think (operable word is think) I can tell between real and fake sincerity. Unless they’re really good at faking, then kudos!

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So the new job entails running the old family business (HME – home medical equipment) and help getting the new one off the ground. It’s like the job Donald Trump hands out except it doesn’t pay nearly as much (yet – if I can help it) and it’s not in some high-rise or exotic location.

I’ve been working unofficially there since I was 9, I suppose, on and off. Paperwork, cleaning, deliveries, filling tanks, etc. Never the business side. Turns out I have a knack for it (which is nice, because I never had a ‘knack’). I’ve impressed a couple people, which is great, because in this situation it actually means something, not that I’m horribly bitter and wish a horrible and grisly death upon upper management at Comcast. No, not at all. Not even death, actually. Just like, as Michael would say, four flats and a ticket. Actually, that’s better than death. Because when you die, your situation becomes someone else’s problem. If you’re still alive, you’re still your own problem.

It just burns me that people I know have done less than I have managed to do move on quicker than myself. I don’t get it. I don’t get how only one person out of the four on the project (and the one managing the project) managed to go somewhere. Out of five people, one moved up, three left, and the last? that’s my old supervisor, and he’s still supervising. No idea how / when / where he’ll move on.

There are a lot of people like that at Comcast. Get manipulated and stuck in the same position, strung along until the next big let down.

Unbeknownst to everyone except Lisa, I said if I try three times and I fail three times, I’m out. Even if they guarantee that the fourth time will be the charm. I kept that promise, and to a person that’s actually the one thing I’m most proud of taking from this current job. Because lord knows I learned nor improved on anything at this job (other than being a corporate shill, and who wants that?).

Weirdness in all of this is that I did technically get promoted, but it was killed by upper management. I never got an official reason why, other than attendance problems. As in, I got written up because I was so sick that I was barely conscious, and because I went from an 8 to 10 hour shift, I burned out my time faster and went into my personal holiday time by four hours.

Four hours. What utter crap!

After all this, I intend to write an article anonymously to something somewhere and lay out exactly what I’ve seen and what has been going on.

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No news on the house front. Yet. Le sigh.

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Good night.

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