A Day Late and a Dollar Short
08/07/12 07:20
His first paycheck was not what he was expecting. To be blunt, it was a few dollars short. And now we have to wonder if he is planning to address this with them. My suggestion would be to tell his supervisor that he thinks he may be missing a check. They must know that he worked more hours than his paycheck seems to cover so it should be easy enough for them to reconcile. Unless, of course, they give him a bill for the burgers and breakfasts they served him. Not if they give him the old chain gang bullshit about charging him for his meals and at the end of any given week he owes them more than they owe him. What are we talking about here, friends?
Evan is a straight shooter but I don't know if he has the gumption to engage them as we think he should. He has a short window of opportunity to set things straight and then it will be gone. His residual resentment will turn to anger and he will forever more distrust the very people who gave him his first real job. If he ever had a desire to do a good job and earn the respect of the people who hired him, I suspect that may wane as well and in short order. All can be set straight by having a conversation today. Don't let it linger. It will eat you alive. Better to man-up and do the right thing. If your employers have any self respect at all, they will do the right thing as well. If they don't, you don't want to be working for them. It's that simple.
We know all too well that Mr G suffers from separation anxiety from time to time. How he survived 3 weeks with the Mrs in the hospital and in rehab we'll never know. We do know that he didn't change his clothes much because he seemed to have the same t-shirt on every time we paid a visit. And now that she is home I think we may have a different sort of issue to deal with. She needs the flexibility to do whatever is necessary to get back her strength and stamina. She has all the reasons in the world to look forward to brighter days. To get back to where she was before she went in for surgery. To take her daily drives. To visit with her friends. To go to Mass on Saturday afternoons. To go shopping when and where she pleases. Unless she works at this rehabilitation business day in and day out, she will wither away.
Early indications are that Mr G is more consumed than ever by his demons and he has a stranglehold on her progress. He is by her side every moment to the point of being saddled. We shall have a better sense in the next week or so when she plans to take daily walks on Park Ridge Lane. You go, girl. What will the Mr do? He never leaves the house so he is unlikely to go with her. Will he prevent her from going? I hope that she is stronger than that. She had this operation for him after all as she is quick to tell anyone who cares to listen. So, who knows. The timing of one's demise is a fickle business. Trying to coordinate that with another person has to be nearly impossible. We will know soon enough what the bejesus they are up to.
The picture this week is from the Post Star - A Lake George storefront.
Evan is a straight shooter but I don't know if he has the gumption to engage them as we think he should. He has a short window of opportunity to set things straight and then it will be gone. His residual resentment will turn to anger and he will forever more distrust the very people who gave him his first real job. If he ever had a desire to do a good job and earn the respect of the people who hired him, I suspect that may wane as well and in short order. All can be set straight by having a conversation today. Don't let it linger. It will eat you alive. Better to man-up and do the right thing. If your employers have any self respect at all, they will do the right thing as well. If they don't, you don't want to be working for them. It's that simple.
We know all too well that Mr G suffers from separation anxiety from time to time. How he survived 3 weeks with the Mrs in the hospital and in rehab we'll never know. We do know that he didn't change his clothes much because he seemed to have the same t-shirt on every time we paid a visit. And now that she is home I think we may have a different sort of issue to deal with. She needs the flexibility to do whatever is necessary to get back her strength and stamina. She has all the reasons in the world to look forward to brighter days. To get back to where she was before she went in for surgery. To take her daily drives. To visit with her friends. To go to Mass on Saturday afternoons. To go shopping when and where she pleases. Unless she works at this rehabilitation business day in and day out, she will wither away.
Early indications are that Mr G is more consumed than ever by his demons and he has a stranglehold on her progress. He is by her side every moment to the point of being saddled. We shall have a better sense in the next week or so when she plans to take daily walks on Park Ridge Lane. You go, girl. What will the Mr do? He never leaves the house so he is unlikely to go with her. Will he prevent her from going? I hope that she is stronger than that. She had this operation for him after all as she is quick to tell anyone who cares to listen. So, who knows. The timing of one's demise is a fickle business. Trying to coordinate that with another person has to be nearly impossible. We will know soon enough what the bejesus they are up to.
The picture this week is from the Post Star - A Lake George storefront.