Maximum Matyas

You may be wondering why it has been so long since my last blog post... but then again, with only 3 followers it greatly reduces the chances that someone was wondering that.

The Answer: I'm less angry

I recently left a high stress, little reward job where I was promised the moon (the moon that was never delivered). But those were empty promises. That job made me bitter in a way that I cannot explain, which in turn created an environment that pushed my blood pressure to a point where I was prescribed pills to manage it. I read an article once about manipulative people that broke character traits down to a list of 40 or so traits. Was very interesting and yet could have been applied to that company. The interesting thing, and the part that really created the friction was that micromanaging employees was more important than overall morale of the people working there. If you weren't furiously typing away or talking on the phone, you obviously weren't working and had time for more duties. Even if you were contemplating possible outcomes to algorithms produced for proper functioning of new programs and territories, this was the case. I can't begin to tell you how many times I overheard the comments "What is Bob working on?", "Why isn't Jenny sitting up in her chair, does she have nothing to do?", or my personal favorite and one I was asked numerous times about other employees "Do you think George works most of the day?". The interesting thing is that when the boss was out of the office, I know I could produce twice as much as when she was in the office creating this negative working environment as well as wasting all of our times with the aforementioned questions about others.

There is plenty more, but I don't want to bore you with particulars. I left of my own accord and because of some things that didn't fall in line with my personal morals.

Now I am phasing into the family business of elder care, and let me tell you what... my stress level is next to nothing. And I work with people who actually know what they are doing. Talk about a night and day change... and if they ever tell me I can work my way or purchase a part of the company, they aren't blowing smoke up my ass!

It is so much easier writing about things when you are angry, so this one will be cut short.

Interesting tidbit and a throwback to the "ode to my HUMMER" post.

I was cut off by a Prius the other day. The poor guys face was priceless when he realized he almost became crow-bait underneath the crushing force of my HUMMER's shoes. The extremely apologetic look I was flashed right before he gunned it and began to slowly inch away, made my day a little brighter. I guess he secretly read my blog and knew what I was about to do!

'Till next time, my failthful 3 followers.