sinsboldly wrote:
...FIRED?!? What is this, Jump?
They canned you during H1N1 season? Are they mad?
Judy
Hey there, Judy!

Hope you are doing well!
No, not fired (...yet). I'm just clowning. (But yes - they may indeed be mad!

) One pharmacy I work for is conducting a major "internal remodel", which includes a fun game I'll dub "Grovel and Pray". Part One is grovel: every employee must re-apply for his/her job in order to retain it. In an interview and written test I will have to convince a team of managers that I love "The Company" more than life itself, am salivating over the chance to do much more work for much less pay, and (if I were only worthy enough, and if it please the gods) sobbingly persuade them to consider rehiring me, worthless slug that I am. Then, as the employees drop to their collective knees and pray, with freshly-kissed keisters the managers will hold a double-secret probation meeting and decide who the "lucky" golden ticket winners are! Whoo-hoo!! !

The possibility exists that I may
not be, erm... (how shall I say this?) ...
invited to stay in Utopia.

Dang.
Knowing ahead of time that I don't intend to play "Grovel and Pray" like a good l'il beast o' burden, I have been hitting the books with non-stop fervor. I've always loved to study, but the picture I've prominently placed on my desk of their managerial butts awaiting my submitting lips has spurred me to tap newfound levels of warp-speed immersion-depth laser-sighted vortex-data-suck megahyperfocus. If all goes well, I'll be working full-time
anywhere else loooong before I am told that it is my turn to pucker-up and beg.
Amazing what can be achieved with the right motivation! (Who knew that would be a picture of my managers' backsides?)