Snoskred - Life in the Country

Well, it’s Christmas and all. Tonight the ex-workplace had their Christmas function. Seeing as the other half still works there, he went, and of course my parents work there, so they went. I was left at home to contemplate my navel.

While doing so, I realised I’m really not mad anymore at the evil cows. I guess absence makes the heart grow less angry, or something. However, I do feel that I never got to have my say on things, and that maybe an idea might be to send Christmas Cards. Not like being all nasty and in your face and stuff, but more along the lines of “I’ve forgiven you and all, but one day Karma is going to be all over your ass for the way you acted, not just towards me but towards others, too and I hope that when it happens you’re the only one hurt by it and not your friends and family”.

Because I’ll be honest with you all. My Dad was not sent here to sort out this store because everything was all rosy. My Dad was sent here because the store used to turn over approximately 13 million a year, and it was down to about 2 million. That is one hell of a drop. Why it happened has been easy to work out - the former manager was never in the store, he preferred to spend his time at a local coffee shop and restaurant, and he trusted the staff (yes, this was a huge mistake on his part) to take care of things in his absence. He thought they cared - he was wrong. All they cared about was earning 50 grand a year to sit on their ass and chat with each other.

Many of the staff were on guaranteed salaries, they made up their own rosters (which involved working one weekend out of four, they now work three out of four) and they would order in stock for customers without taking any kind of deposit, and customers would just cancel anytime they liked, and the stock would stay out the back unsold. The stores are charged a fee by head office for old stock, and this alone was costing the store a fortune. There were 31 fridges out there which were special orders - as in, the customer asked specifically for the hinge to be on the other side, and that is done before the fridge is shipped to the store. There was a lot of stock that was over 2 years old. The place was a real mess.

While the former manager has to take his share of the blame for this disaster, to be honest a fair amount of the blame has to be given to the staff who were in the store as well. Realistically they screwed him over, and now they’re mad because they’ve got a reward (their Karma) for doing it - a new manager who they don’t like too much. A manager who has turned up and stopped their guaranteed extra $250AUD (yes, I’m not joking) a week. A manager who expects them to actually *earn* their $50,000 a year salaries. A manager who wants them to work when they are at work. Shock horror, how disgraceful! Yeah that new manager is a real asshole, yano?

That’s what is called Karma. That is how things work in the world. And for how those bitches in that workplace treated me, there is to be another karma, which will come to them as a surprise possibly years down the track. For the negative vibe they have put out there in their dealings with me will come back to them - and they will eventually pay the price for how they have acted. Who knows what that Karma is going to be?

I have let it go, I have to. I can’t hold this hurt and anger inside of me anymore. And I sort of feel like a part of doing that, something that might be helpful to me, would be to write them a card. It would be closure on my part, at least, and it might cause them to think about what they have done. So what do you think? I’ll have to find the right way of wording it, of course. Something like -

In science, they say that for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. In general life, this is known as Karma. I am a firm believer that what you put out there will come back to you eventually. I just hope that in your case, when that happens, it is yourself, and not someone else that you love, ie friends and family, who ends up getting hurt.

There was no need to treat me the way that you did. I still have no idea why you did it. It no longer matters, really. I can’t hold onto the hate, hurt and anger I feel about that, so I have forgiven you. I need to do that for me. I also need to express that my hope is when Karma does deal with you, it is kinder to you than you have been to me.

So what would you think about me sending something like that? Too nasty? My Mother will absolutely hate it, she will be so mad if I do it, but realistically I feel like it is something I need to do..