you can jump into the fire
Jan 16th, 2008 by tortoise
Where were we? Oh yes, my incredible life.
I turned down the job offer. It seemed like an excellent opportunity at first. Then I looked a little deeper and realized the people I would be working with were stuck. Seriously stuck.
My coworker had a storage place full of stuff she wasn’t using. When I went to help her clear things out so she’d be clear for the project we’d be working on … together … she wasn’t interested.
She had 5 watches. All of which she wanted to hang onto. None of which were special.
Don’t get me wrong. Having 5 watches isn’t a bad thing in of itself. Having 5 watches, a storage place you can’t afford full of things you aren’t using … That’s something else altogether. And then to resist doing anything about it… I’m breaking out in hives even writing about it.
Then there’s the person who would have been my boss. Who was really upset with the last people she hired to do this job for her, but didn’t want to tell them. That in of itself is not a big deal. But.
She had hired someone else — we’ll call her Jai — to clean for the last gig. And the customers had complained about the cleanliness. So Jai must not have cleaned? Except that’s not what I heard or saw. To me, that means there’s an issue here that’s not being addressed, and, if I’m going to put on a bang-up event, I should probably dig a little deeper and see what the problem is. Do we need better cleaning supplies? Did she half-do it? Does she need more help? Only the boss doesn’t want to talk to Jai and she doesn’t want me to talk to Jai. The boss is adamant about that.
This doesn’t sound like an opportunity to me. It sounds like a certain form of death wrapped up in sparkly ribbons.
I declined the offer. And just as I was patting myself on the back for avoiding a complete blanking headache, I step out of the frying pan into the fire.