Dosh and screwing over the company

Well another day another devalued dollar, I often think about the never ending search for cash,
and in recent times it dominates my thoughts like no other, what do I want from it? and is it the goal or merely the path I use?

These are not academic questions. As we go through life our goals are determined by how we use and abuse money and what are eventual goal is.

Enough earnestness, it ruins conversation.

In my previous blog I explained how my employers tried to screw me over, but I did the dirty on them.

Like all things it started with love. My boss who I call Rudolph(guess why) found himself a rich young thing I call rich bitch.
Before I get ahead myself some background, I worked as part of a sales team, conjure up all the image and cliche you can, they are all true.

I had at the time a co-worker who basically did all the bosses work, while getting very little reward, he was offered much, but it soon came apparent to him, it was all bullshit( no shit Sherlock)

He consequently left the company, leaving the position available, and guess who filled the position? yes rich bitch. Now I have nothing against those with ability, or money, I admire the many qualities they must possess to get it. But those born rich have an inherent advantage over the rest of us with no money, they do not have to care about rent, insurance and all the other money problems which plague the rest of us. This means they know no fear, after all the money is only a step away and then all danger and consequence is gone.

And so to rich bitch, the first warning sign occurred when she turned up in a very nice motor-her motor. No objection there, but when the price of that car is your pay over a number of years, I begin to get nervous, this gives them edge- no consequences remember. My main reason for nervousness was simple, the company had started to screw with commission, now I feel the whip like the rest of us and I enjoy the value of hard work, but companies will chew you up and spit you out if you have to hard a work ethic, they will always expect a certain amount of performance and when it drops oh dear.

The previous guy was simply to enthusiastic, it took me no time to sow dissent, and doubt, in his mind.

Of course with her a different tack had to be played, but first some facts.

One her boyfriend had got her this job to ease her up the ladder, it should be said rich bitch was not without ability, respect your opponent, get cocky and its over.
Two her money gave her clout, money does talk and it talks loudly.

She was here, and soon her mission was made clear, not to get rid of me per see, but to shake the tree and see who fell, it should be noted this has nothing to do with being a good or profitable employee, its just about numbers, there is oddly nothing personal about it, American company, American values, but with EU law.
Soon the tactic became clear, rules lawyer, that's right, all procedures were to be adhered to without failure, to put this in some perspective, the book the rules came from was covered in dust and stale donuts, so lets understand that from the beginning.

Remember rich bitch was not without ability, and hers was rules. People use them not to make the company better, but to give themselves power, and she knew that.

It begins with your work, not a problem before, but now all things are under scrutiny, and I have found that with time, all can be called into question and doubt (just look at the news, small news items become blown out of all proportion, and the little people always get fired)

But I am not without my tricks, and I employed them, young women, even those with money have insecurities, hers was being paid attention too, lots of money right? so I became cold and dismissive, you have to be care full here, lay it on to thick and it will be flagged up, but remember people who are insecure only have to be nudged a little for them to fall into self doubt, and anger. And anger leads to mistakes, rules lawyers are control freaks.

Of course with each perceived slight(after a while they become imagined) your work can proceed with only the smallest of nudges, she became even more of a control freak, soon my performance review came and guess what, I was a terrible employee.

Now why do this? well I knew enough of what was going on to see the writing on the wall, it was nothing personal from them, just about the numbers, however being unemployed does bring the fear in having no money.

I had been writing everything down, every outburst, every action, everything. Remember what is good for the goose.

But it was not enough, and I am if anything a little theatrical ( I do love the theatre)
A scene had to be caused, something to highlight myself as a victim, noble and dignified of course.

And it soon came, there are times when I must work unsociable hours, but these are always made as a request, not as a demand. Now I had been working on her all day in my own special way when she made such a DEMAND. I refused. I was polite, this maddened her no end, and I put myself forward in a respectful manner how unreasonable she was being, this caused her to go nuclear and remember, its theatre, one needs an audience, in this case a customer. Joy.

The money flowed, as to the process, a tale for another day.