Trinkets of Thought

Life with the Littles-A lifestyle blog of living with five littles.

  • Home
  • About Me
  • Why Trinkets?
  • Haikus
  • Archives

Archives for January 2007

It’s a dog eat dog world, Folks.

January 23, 2007 by Maren 11 Comments

Corporate America—definition: where the golden rule is chucked out the window and selfishness barges through the office door (along with her sisters, greed and dishonesty).   I’ve worked at 3 places since moving to Louisville over one year ago.  I hired on with a temp agency and was quickly given an assignment at a local industrial company as an administrative assistant.  The job was easy, the pay was okay, and I enjoyed my time there (except for my bosses asking me to lie).  I was there for 3 weeks, and on one particular day, I routinely went to work.  I sat down at my desk, ready for my day.  SOMEONE ELSE’S PURSE was there and the computer was already on.  Hmmm?  I asked a coworker what was happening.

He squirmed and very awkwardly said, “Did no one tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“We gave the job back to the girl who had been here 2 admins ago, so we don’t have to train you.  You were doing a great job; it’s just that she wanted her job back.”

EXCUSE ME?!?!?!?  It was an incredibly painful experience.  Although upset, I did my best to be graceful that day as I left.  But, it was incredibly difficult.  I took it personally, though the coworker insisted I had done a great job.  That day was filled with many tears.  However, being a temporary worker on contract, they have the right to dismiss employees whenever they want.  Simply stated, however: It would have been nice to know.  I give a company the proper 2 week notices when I leave; a reciprocated courtesy would have been polite. But, Corporate America can be so dog eat dog.

Looking back, though, I don’t think it was the company’s fault.  I think that the person who placed me on assignment (at the recruiting agency) KNEW what was happening and assumed that if he told me, I’d quit…so he just “conveniently” forgot to tell me, overlooking my feelings of impending devastation.  It was to his advantage to keep me in the dark, so that’s just what he did.   Corporate America can be so dog eat dog.

I then was out of a job.  A couple weeks later, the same temp agency employed me at their actual office as several positions had become available, again as a temp.  I worked there for several months as a temp worker and continued to look for a more permanent job.  Five interviews later, I received an offer to work at my current company.  When I told my boss at the temp agency that I would be leaving, they offered to take me on as a permanent employee, pay me more, and even offered to give me a position that had been promised to another lady if I would stay.  Corporate America can be so dog eat dog.  The job wasn’t mine to take!  It would have put me in the same situation where I had been previously devastated!  It would have put me in a better position and would have ousted the perspective employee from their promised position.  I declined.

I’m happy to work at the company where I’m currently employed.  I feel, ethically, they line up more with where I want to be, and not all companies out there are dog eat dog…but if you’re wondering why I’m writing about this all NOW, here’s why.

This past week, I received an email from the same temp agency offering me an administrative assistant position with their company.  Yesterday, a call.  The person emailing me was the lead admin…the spot I’d have appropriated had I stayed.  They were offering me an available position.  It wasn’t until halfway through the conversation that I realized…THE POSITION WAS FOR SOMEONE THAT WAS STILL THERE!  She is currently part time and having difficulty fulfilling all her responsibilities.  So, they are planning to get rid of her and were offering to employ me in her place.  Personally, I doubt she knows.  Yes, I’m glad they thought of me–that’s a nice compliment.  But folks, this just really epitomizes what I’ve been saying…Corporate America can be so dog eat dog.

Happy Tuesday!

9 years ago today…

January 19, 2007 by Maren 14 Comments

I’ve never been one to count month anniversaries–I haven’t keep track while we were dating or married–that’s just not me.  BUT, this morning I realized that NINE years ago today, Michael and I went on our first date to a Dayton Bomber’s hockey game.  Michael and the guys in his unit had planned the group date for all of their girlfriends and me (funny…all are married to someone different).  During the game, my brother Ross, roommate Megan, and some other friends had ALSO attended and acted like paparazzi as they snapped several secret pictures of our first date MUCH TO MY MORTIFICATION, though Michael nor anyone in the group ever knew.

Rewind: When I first met Michael, I was struck by his proper speech. I think, looking back, I just wasn’t used to someone interjecting my name casually into sentences. (for example, when I asked what he did over Christmas break, his response was, “Well, Maren, I helped my father chop down wood, Maren.”) It was my first quarter, freshman year.  No one had introduced us, but we kept running into each other. EVERYWHERE…at a concert, at the Thanksgiving dinner, Open House (where he remembered my name and I had no clue who he was), Little Town of Lights, the library…we just would run into each other all the time…Admittedly, I began to know where he studied in the library and would head that direction, but most of the time they were just coincidences.  My mom asked me at Christmas if I had met anyone, and I told her “No, but I’d like to get to know this guy…”  Megan, my roommate claimed I’d marry him, but I didn’t put any stock in that notion!  I was just interested in making the most of my college experience…whether that was a relationship or not, was not something I dwelled on for too long of a time.  Nine years later, I’m still attracted to what I’ve always loved about Michael.  Of all the people I ever have known, he’s the best about being genuinely interested in people.  You know when he talks to you, he cares about you.  He’s good at carrying on a conversation, and often, I’m happy to just be in the wake of his conversation, listening & piping in with my two cents when I feel I have something to say.  I appreciate his sincerity and his guidance, helping me to realize the important things in this life…and guiding me be less concerned about petty things.  Early in our marriage, Michael wouldn’t let me argue with him about small things–he would claim that it wasn’t worth the argument, so he just wouldn’t allow it.  I appreciate that SO much about him because it has promoted much more harmony in our marriage throughout the years.  The attraction that grew into love for Michael has grown through our years of marriage.  It’s been a great 9 years!  As I look back, I’m so thankful for the way He works.  Yes, He has been good.

3-0?

January 16, 2007 by Maren 9 Comments

Life somehow manages to pass by at warp speed.  My brother, Ross, turns 3-0 this week!  There’s just something about the “thirty” number that makes you feel old.  I think it has to do with your perception of “OLD” as a kid.  I can remember playing with the neighbor kids, creating clubs and forts, jumping on the trampoline, annoying Ross (my childhood expertise), playing truth or dare, creating and selling neighborhood newsletters…where, oh, where does time go?  It’s during those times that 30 was ancient, finances were something our parents did with the checkbook, and eating anything you wanted never meant gaining a pound.  Now, and sooner than I ever thought, I’m on the brink.  Of course, I still have about a year and a half–but it’s coming…and my brother’s the first to get the ball rolling!  First my brother, then husband, then sister-in-law, then me.  And of course, being a previous math teacher, I always, then, have to do the math….multiply by 2…that’s 60.   multiply by 3…that’s 90….and multiply by 4…I’ll be dead!  I guess it’s a reminder to live life to the fullest and to live in such a way that my life brings glory to God.  It’s just a thought.

My Xanga Hiatus

January 9, 2007 by Maren 8 Comments

Currently, I have found myself in the uneventful times after all the family Christmases, New Year’s Eve parties and festivities have all passed.   Getting back into the groove of my monotonous job and doing some self evaluation–yep that’s me–

I’ll try to keep this as interesting as possible, but if you find this extremely boring, that sums up my current life.

I’m reading three books at the same time–A first for me, but it has helped my A.D.D.-type self.  I never can seem to finish what I start, but I’m liking all three.  They are: The Book on Leadership by John MacArthur; The Path: Creating Your Mission Statement for Work and Life by Laurie Beth Jones; and One with a Shepherd:  The Tears and Triumphs of a Ministry Marriage by Mary Somerville.

As far as resolutions go, I didn’t make any.  I have been working on my personal life mission statement and trying to eat better–but nix on the resolutions.  I went out on a date to a Chinese restaurant a couple weeks ago with Michael and ate my fortune from the fortune cookie!  It was a defunct fortune and was hidden way up inside the cookie…hope that’s not indicitave of anything…

Today at work, I was talking about how I’ve had my dog for 16 years, and how he was such a great dog.  Meaning to express that I had known my dog longer than my husband and how my dog is such a faithful friend, I told my coworkers, “My dog is more faithful than my husband.”  Somehow, I don’t think that came out quite right.  I tried to reverse what had been said, but no luck!  It’s stuck for the inside joke of the day–even though I’ve tried to assure my coworker’s of Michael’s faithfulness.

Mums the word on the Ohio State game.  They obviously forgot there was a game to play and didn’t even show up!

And now I’ll leave you with an interesting observation.  It’ll probably be the most random thought you’ve ever read on xanga, but nevertheless, a random thought that went through my head today (if it’s actually worthy of xanga, that’s up for debate, but I’m doing so regardless). Am I the only lady in America that has a phobia of running into people I know in the restroom?  It’s like I don’t want anyone to know I use it.  Or if there is a lingering odor, I would hate for them to think I CAUSED IT.  I think all women secretly have this phobia–it’s just one that’s never discussed.  My theory, anyway.

I’m sure everyone is riveted. 

Now if you ever wonder again about my xanga hiatus, you’ll know there’s not much news. 

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...
welcome

Thanks for stopping by my little corner of blogdom. Stick around and say hello. Leave a comment or create a haiku. I'm so glad you're here!
[Read More…]

welcome
 rssicon  facebookicon  flickrconnect  pinteresticon  googleplus	icon Click to email me
About Me
About Trinkets
Email Subscribe
Reader
welcome

Copyright © 2025 · Beautiful Pro Theme on Genesis Framework · WordPress · Log in