In other news..
I've been once again hunted down by a local upscale store to become a part of their team. The same event happened a few months ago, and now I find myself contemplating a new job once again.
I had my interview today for the new place, and I aced it. I'm a great interviewee. Quite possibly the best. I made my moves to hopefully place myself among the big money makers of the new store by asking for nothing less than a position in management. With the profit-sharing kickbacks that are offered by my possibly new employer, I could easily triple my income. However, all of this could become nothing if they try to offer me anything less than what I want. I'm am the best person to have leading an upscale deli, but I've grown tired of delis, with their imported cheeses and meats strewn about, and have my eye on upper management positions. UPDATE: I got the job...
The funny part is that I am also seeking financial jobs. While most require my degree in hand, I am hoping someone will take a chance on the guy with a couple courses left. I'd actually take lesser money at a financial job because I know the possibilty of future earnings is more than doubled when compared to the earnings I would receive from a job in the grocery industry. Hell, I've seen plenty of financial analyst pull down $60 thousand a year plus a 100% performance bonus. When I get into the big leagues, the salary, profit sharing, and bonuses double -- big leagues meaning 6-7 years down the road.
All of this talk of big salaries is really meaningless because I'm after mental stimulation. I know I will make a big salary because I have the ability to be second to none at any field I try, and my skills and abilities are ten-fold most others when I love what I am doing. It's the obsessiveness of me. I can't lose when I love what I am doing.
OK...enough of the pompousness...
You know what I really love? WAL-MART
Yes, really. They have made errors in their judgement in the past, and some have been huge errors, but overall Wal-Mart is an amazing business that should be applauded.
The two stories that make me love Wal-Mart are:
1) Wal-Mart closed their stores when employees in Canada tried to impose a union. -- HAHA! 99% of unions are nothing more than money gouging businesses that exceedingly use members as donkeys to do the dirty work while union leaders fatten their pockets and produce xeroxed contracts to keep their members happy. Not to mention the fact that unions routinely help individuals who are insubordinate criminals keep their jobs. Got caught smoking pot on the job? No problem! The union will get you back in. I've often said that if I could start any business, then it would be a union.
2) I forget where this happened, but it was in some small town USA. Wal-Mart attempted to open a store, but the local government declined their plans because the store Wal-Mart had planned to open exceeded the size allowed for structures in the area. So, being the sweet businessmen they are, Wal-Mart built two smaller stores side-by-side, thus escaping the local governments restrictions on size. -- I LOVE YOU Wal-Mart. Inginuity like this makes me smile.
A lot of people seem to complain about the pay that hourly workers receive at Wal-Mart. Atleast everyone except the hourly workers. Even if the hourly workers are complaining, then so be it. This is a competitive world, and unskilled workers should be paid measely wages because they are a dime a dozen. Wal-Marts salaried workers get paid quite well...because they have a skill that is useful. Why should a person pay someone who has no skills beyond, "Hi, can I help you," or "That is located in aisle 6"? I can find that kind of help anywhere.
And that, for the most part, is my ode to Wal-Mart....the most hated company in nonsensical America.
PS...I love Bob Probert
I met him once before hockey was a popular sport, or as popular a sport as it is today. The Red Wings used to train in my hometown of Flint, MI, and I would always make a trip to see their open pratices. I still remember shaking his hand and realizing it was 20 times the size of my own, and his knuckles were shaped and colored like eggplants due to punching too many people in the head.
I've been once again hunted down by a local upscale store to become a part of their team. The same event happened a few months ago, and now I find myself contemplating a new job once again.
I had my interview today for the new place, and I aced it. I'm a great interviewee. Quite possibly the best. I made my moves to hopefully place myself among the big money makers of the new store by asking for nothing less than a position in management. With the profit-sharing kickbacks that are offered by my possibly new employer, I could easily triple my income. However, all of this could become nothing if they try to offer me anything less than what I want. I'm am the best person to have leading an upscale deli, but I've grown tired of delis, with their imported cheeses and meats strewn about, and have my eye on upper management positions. UPDATE: I got the job...
The funny part is that I am also seeking financial jobs. While most require my degree in hand, I am hoping someone will take a chance on the guy with a couple courses left. I'd actually take lesser money at a financial job because I know the possibilty of future earnings is more than doubled when compared to the earnings I would receive from a job in the grocery industry. Hell, I've seen plenty of financial analyst pull down $60 thousand a year plus a 100% performance bonus. When I get into the big leagues, the salary, profit sharing, and bonuses double -- big leagues meaning 6-7 years down the road.
All of this talk of big salaries is really meaningless because I'm after mental stimulation. I know I will make a big salary because I have the ability to be second to none at any field I try, and my skills and abilities are ten-fold most others when I love what I am doing. It's the obsessiveness of me. I can't lose when I love what I am doing.
OK...enough of the pompousness...
You know what I really love? WAL-MART
Yes, really. They have made errors in their judgement in the past, and some have been huge errors, but overall Wal-Mart is an amazing business that should be applauded.
The two stories that make me love Wal-Mart are:
1) Wal-Mart closed their stores when employees in Canada tried to impose a union. -- HAHA! 99% of unions are nothing more than money gouging businesses that exceedingly use members as donkeys to do the dirty work while union leaders fatten their pockets and produce xeroxed contracts to keep their members happy. Not to mention the fact that unions routinely help individuals who are insubordinate criminals keep their jobs. Got caught smoking pot on the job? No problem! The union will get you back in. I've often said that if I could start any business, then it would be a union.
2) I forget where this happened, but it was in some small town USA. Wal-Mart attempted to open a store, but the local government declined their plans because the store Wal-Mart had planned to open exceeded the size allowed for structures in the area. So, being the sweet businessmen they are, Wal-Mart built two smaller stores side-by-side, thus escaping the local governments restrictions on size. -- I LOVE YOU Wal-Mart. Inginuity like this makes me smile.
A lot of people seem to complain about the pay that hourly workers receive at Wal-Mart. Atleast everyone except the hourly workers. Even if the hourly workers are complaining, then so be it. This is a competitive world, and unskilled workers should be paid measely wages because they are a dime a dozen. Wal-Marts salaried workers get paid quite well...because they have a skill that is useful. Why should a person pay someone who has no skills beyond, "Hi, can I help you," or "That is located in aisle 6"? I can find that kind of help anywhere.
And that, for the most part, is my ode to Wal-Mart....the most hated company in nonsensical America.
PS...I love Bob Probert
I met him once before hockey was a popular sport, or as popular a sport as it is today. The Red Wings used to train in my hometown of Flint, MI, and I would always make a trip to see their open pratices. I still remember shaking his hand and realizing it was 20 times the size of my own, and his knuckles were shaped and colored like eggplants due to punching too many people in the head.
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[Edited on Aug 26, 2005 1:23PM]