Speaking of the dead
I just sent the following email, slightly altered for blogging, to Pedro:
I read an IM conversation between Rick and Dick (CEO) that I should not have read. I saw some snippets:
Dick: "...sometimes hard choices need to be made..."
Dick: "It's a company. He was expected to do a job."
Rick: "...I was thinking...maybe the new guys..."
Dick: "You're kidding me! They just started!"
In short, I am pretty convinced that either me or James are going to get the boot by Monday. Unless Rick decides that Bobby will be the sacrificial lamb, which I doubt Dick would allow. I have a 36K deal hopefully closing tomorrow. But even if that comes in and saves me, I can't see me being able to stay there. It's like being a rat in a cage.
I told James of this, and he feels the same way. He knows that he needs to get out. I dunno. This all just sucks. And I just got that flat-screen monitor.
I honestly feel like walking into work tomorrow and flat-out asking if I am next. I have some serious thinking to do. It's never been more clear that I am going to waste in this job. I really need to figure out what to do, and I am pretty sure that involves working for myself.
UPDATE: By the way, Dick is not a dick because he wants to fire me. Well, okay, he is, but that's not really why I think he's a dick. It's because he's an egotistical, unethical, mean and petty freakshow. More on him after I (likely) get canned.
