Re-invention

Recently, I have been seriously contemplating the idea of getting a part-time job. Faithful readers will recall that the corporate world has deemed that my experience and knowledge are of zero value. Budget-conscious managers have determined that the ideal employee is thin and has 3-5 years of experience. This pretty much leaves fat old white guys like me out in the cold.

I guess the purveyers of current hiring philosophies have not read the same articles I have been reading lately - which predict a rash of business failures mainly because of a lack of wisdom in the workforce. The traditional mentor level in business organizations is disappearing. Older, experienced workers have been deliberately downsized, outsourced and put out to pasture. The goal of this exodus has been cost containment, but the business press is loaded with stories about companies that unexpectedly found themselves lacking the expertise that had previously been taken for granted. Having promoted the worst and most dishonest people, corporate boards are now wringing their hands because they discover that the current crop of leaders are corrupt, short-sighted and self-serving. The net cost of failure is many times greater than the savings enjoyed by employing younger cheaper workers.

I am not going to hang around waiting for Corporate America to come to its senses. I am moving forward. I have signed up for a job working at a local retail store which is opening soon.

I earned my retail nameplate back in the last big recession when (now defunct) Highland Superstores successfully wooed me away from unemployment, following the layoff from Prime Computer. As the new guy in the Highland white goods (appliances: stoves, washers, refrigerators were mostly painted with white enamel in those days) department, I was soon known around the store as "The new guy over in the white goods department."

My silver locks and inate understanding of the need for white goods in our society plus a willingness (at the manager's insistence) to negotiate price with the sagacious customers quickly resulted in a successful record of sales. The only downside, of course, was the fact that most of the discounts came from my commission. Thus, after several months it seemed that I was virtually working for minimum wage, which was $5.20 in 1990. I lived in constant fear that customers would return their purchase, thus charging back the pittance that I had earned in commission.
Whenever I look back and complain about that experience, my wide remembers the plus side: Standing for those 12 hour shifts, with minimal time allotted for breaks and lunch, caused me to lose weight. 20 pounds in four months.

My autobiographical account of that time in my life might even be available on bookstores, where it not for my unfortunate condition. You see I was born with MPP syndrome ( Marked Propensity for Procrastination). The draft has a working title, "The Retail Employee Diet - How I Lost 20 pounds in just 4 Months!"