promises… don’t tell me you love me
Posted: November 13, 2012 Filed under: figures of speech, history, pearls of wisdom | Tags: job, my history, pay, promises, salary, titles, work 23 CommentsI hauled in $8.65 per hour working in IT, $346.15 per week, $18,000 per year. Just barely two pennies two rub to together, still way up from the $2.50 per hour I started at. My boss at the time was a character. His mantra, “Don’t tell me you love me, show me in my wallet!”
One day he comes in and says “Webb, name something I can do for you.”
I shoot back “I want to make $20,000 a year.”
He paused, “Name something else.”
Three years later he calls me into his office, the HR lady waits with him. “Webb, we appreciate your work. We want to give you something. Pick your new title.”
I think for a minute. “UNIX System Administrator”, that’s the role I had self taught myself to do there.
Silence, they glance at one another. “We don’t have a system administrator, pick something else.”
“Lumberjack.”
I didn’t get that one either.
bwthoughts 
Good on you! Why do corporate “leaders” ask stupid questions and then be surprised by the answers?!
power intoxicates ?
Perhaps – I’m in a current power struggle at work and currently have little respect for so called “corporate leaders”. Pfffft!
I understand completely. Sometimes leadership doesn’t get it. Good luck, let me know if I can assist in any manner, which would mostly consist of hearing you out since we are so far away.
That’s funny! Love it. 🙂
Did they give you a dressing down for being flippant? I was once told off for that, and I didn’t even intend it.
I sometimes I got in trouble. You might have just been the one right after the one that got them angry.
I did mistakenly respond in email to an order to do something I disagreed with….
I just does what you says boss.
I wouldn’t recommend that.
I liked reading the piece of your history.
Cat Stevens wrote a song for you called, “Wild World”
“You know I’ve seen a lot of what the world can do,
and it’s breaking my heart in two,
cause I never want to see you sad, Bill
I hope it’s not bad, Bill
but if you want to leave take good care,
you’ll make a great lumberjack out there,
but just remember there’s a lot of bad and beware,
Oh Billy, baby, it’s a wild world,
it’s hard to get by just upon a title
Oh Billy baby it’s a wild world,
and I’ll always remember you asking for a raise.”
Randy
Cat Stevens! Peace Train!!!!! What a great singer
What did you get then? Sad that lumberjack was shoot down. Pity.
I don’t recall, but some typical IT jargon. When I left, I tripled my salary for a job as a UNIX System Admin.
I think you would make a groovy lumberjack!
I used to be able to chop wood with the best of them!
Lumberjack! Lol!
🙂
bahahahaha！ GREAT
thanks!
three strikes your out?
I can tell you the HR lady was not happy!
ahaha i’m sure not!
Haha. That is how my office is. Everyone has their fancy business cards and titles “National Vice President of this” and “Director of Operations of that”
We all work in one person departments, we all report to one guy….
Like Jerry Maguire said, “Show me the money!”
Agreed, instead of beer and circus of ancient Rome, we have meaningless titles.
Later as a consultant at a bank, everyone was a VP.
I thought you said “Unix Geek”. 🙂
🙂