Happy Friday, All!
I’ve got to do it … T.G.I.F.!!
It’s Friday, folks! One of my favorite days of the week … Well … I got three pieces of “news”, if you will, that are pretty much life changing at this time. I am usually ready for such things, though I must admit, they all caught me by surprise … Kind of like the surprise I got when some trifling folks backed into my car last Sunday … and things continue to unfold … Let’s call that “event/news” number 1!
Here’s number 2 . . . Some of you may remember that not too long ago in August, I got another job after working in a call center for diabetic supplies and special projects like medical “chart chasing”. Things went well with the debt settlement company and I handled many of the company’s Spanish client calls as there was no one else there who spoke Spanish when I arrived. Since then, they have hired two gentlemen – one Cuban and one Colombian – who speak Spanish, and the number of Spanish clients serviced by the company began to increase! Several referrals came in from clients that I had helped by setting up a debt relief program with the settlement component where the company’s negotiators would get their debts reduced to an average of 40 cents on the dollar. I did well the first month with 14 deals, the second month was more challenging and I closed only 6 solid deals. This month I was working hard but had only two deals … but it is only the 10th of December. The Holiday Party is next Friday at Benihana’s Japanese Eatery and I was excited to attend. I had some minor run in’s with the trainer and his assistant who like to be called “underwriting” though they are not in the office with the underwriters who move the contracts forward. I was well liked by the other senior debt analysts and got along fairly well with the owner of the company. My immediate managers/underwriters like to “micro manage” and are long time friends of the owner and helped him build the company as they were once on the phones like me closing debt settlement “deals”. I got hired through an agency called “Pride Staff”. So, last night as I was outside on my way home thanks to a ride from the Cuban co-worker, my cell phone rang and it was the staffing specialist from “Pride Staff” named Geo. He starts the conversation with: “Hey John! What’s going on over there?” I answered candidly, “Where are you talking about?” He said, “Your job, Fast Track? I just got a text from Robert, the owner, who asked me to ‘let you go’. So what happened?” I was like, “I don’t know, Geo, no one said anything to me!?!” So he and I talked a bit last night, he agreed to contact Robert the owner, and called me this morning saying, “He says it was a performance thing!” I repeated to him, “Nobody said anything to me yesterday or anytime and I had over 150 calls to clients yesterday, which is the requirement! I just want to get my money … I know things get slow at Christmas time because people don’t want to give up their credit cards!” So, this morning, my Cuban former co-worker agreed to pick me up this morning and I plan to go in to speak with Robert to confirm that I will get paid for my labor, and pay day is next Friday, set for every two weeks.
I am currently receiving early retirement benefits and realized that I am actually tired of the “rat race”, going from one job to the next as is customary in Florida, which is a “right to work state” (look that one up!) and feel the push of the Universe to embrace my retirement early and travel abroad, perhaps. Yesterday, I got an e-mail from my boarding school Coach for basketball and football and athletic director asking me to remove him from the e-mail list . . . I was a bit surprised but in continuing to read, I understood why. His wife is in critical condition and I am sure that he is feeling rather helpless … perhaps even sad by this. This is the third “news” or event . . . My heart goes out to him … and I can only think, “For God so loves the world, that he gave his only begotten Son … and who soever believeth in Him, shall not perish … but have eternal life!” In closing, I want to reach out to the St. Paul’s School community of sisters and brothers, and let Mr. and Mrs. Blake know that I love them …
Peace be with you,