Catching Up On Old Times.

I met up with my buddy from Target, Cedric the "alternative spirituality practitioner." We talked about old times. Cedric worked there for a little while after I was unceremoniously kicked to the curb on December 26th, but eventually he left voluntarily after he had enough of the back stabbing and corruption that went on in the store.

Cedric found out that the manager who had been my protective patron for awhile lost the ability to protect me after he had been transferred to another shift. Once my patron had been moved out of the way, people who had been jealous of my initial favorable reviews moved in for the kill. Cedric found out that the during the last couple of months I was at Target, all sorts of rumors had been circulated about me, and people made tons of complaints against me to the head of HR that weren't true.

Cedric told me exactly who was behind the campaign to get rid of me, and it came as no surprise. While I freely admit I gave Target a good reason to fire me, I am displeased about how the circumstances were staged which led to my behavior on that day. Cedric told me that management was waiting on pins and needles to find a way to fire me, and when I handed them the chance on a silver platter, they jumped at it like a soldier on half-priced hooker in Baghdad.

I asked him about Rupert. Cedric said he had lost touch of Rupert months ago, but last he heard Rupert was still love-lorn for "Miss-K." I feel sorry for Rupert -- his affection is misplaced. "Miss-K" acted strangely around me the last couple of weeks I was at Target. Thanks to Cedric, now I know why.

Cedric works for an electronics retailer now. We've made plans to keep in touch. Cedric gave me some parting advice and how to deal with the Karmic imbalance left by the circumstances at Target. Deal with them, I most definitely shall. They say that time heals all wounds. It is also true that time has a way of exacting justice, as well. We shall see.

SHANGO.

St. Lazarus.

High John, the Conqueror.

The "Decided Ones" of Jupiter The Thunderer.

FORSETI.

MonkeyBusiness Management Secret #29

MULTI-TASKING.

One afternoon I was sitting at a table in the dining area waiting for my ride home after work. I was close to the rest room. I heard a voice echo from the men's room.

"You want a Number One, biggie sized, with a coke - anything else?"

[flush.]

My coworker came out of the men's room, with his headset still on, and walked back to the drive through.

"Thank you very much, please pull forward to the first window..."

Whack A Mole, revisited.

In earlier posts, I had mentioned that manager "G" talked about getting rid of people in the shop he didn't like. Lately, he's getting his wish, although not in ways he expected.

The place has turned in into such a dis-organized mess, and working a typical shift is so chaotic, that people are quitting. In droves. Only in this case, the good are leaving right along side the bad. The remaining people are total morons and drama queens.

After one especially problematic weekend there, I did a cost/benefits analysis. I realized that I had enough stress to deal with at home, I don't have enough energy to deal with PREVENTABLE stress at work.

It is time to move on.