Coulda, shoulda have been me: Once in a while I'll see some news tidbit of my former colleagues from the No-Name Software Company on LinkedIn or Facebook. Someone I worked with in the trenches is now a manager or someone who joined after me is higher up on the food chain.
We use to joke that it would be cool if Microsoft bought us out. Well a big name company did eventually buy it up, though it was after a lot of other mergers and take overs in the meantime. And I had to leave because I was never going to advance party because of my own shortcomings and party because I wasn't part of Director Palpatine, clique.
You always hear about those lifers at IBM who retired with boatloads of
stock and are set for life. That should have been me and some of my
colleagues, had we not been forced out of there. Essentially as
the company got bigger and the workload increased faster than we could
keep up with it. That's what happens when only half the call takers
take calls. Those who were not part of Director Palpatine's hand-picked
band of merry ass-kissers had to go.
Like Art Therapy, without the Art: A long time ago, there was this Twilight Zone or TZ-like remake show that featured Ed Asner as an author who retired. He started seeing these strange creatures in the background that no one else could see. He eventually confronts them and asks what he has to do to make them go away.
"Write about us," one says. He takes out his type writer and the show ends. So it goes that I need to start writing about something that has been forcing it's way into my active brain feed, especially whe I drive to work in the morning. I've alluded to it before but it has to do with my first job out of college as a paralegal assistant.
So I'm going to start writing posts about those days on this blog. It's good to get it in writing and out of my system and perhaps I can parlay it into some fodder for the other site.