The Dilemma Update

Many of you have read my post The First Dilemm Of The New Year and I thank you for that.  Some have asked for the outcome of what my decision was.  And for that matter, what my decision was.

So to recap briefly:

I saw someone at work steal.  As plain as I can put it.  Then I saw another person become a part of the stealing.

I have a strong ethical background in business and life.  I cannot let something like that go.  I don’t care if it’s my business or someone else’s.  I’m not a goodie two shoes but I was raised with right and wrong.  Stealing = wrong!  It doesn’t matter if it’s 5 cents, a pack of gum, or a car…..taking something that is not your property is not right.

So here I am with all of what I just witnessed weighing on my mind.  I did tell my supervisor the next day I was at work.  She was a bit taken back but not fully surprised that it happened.  Nothing could be done without proof though.  As the days passed I found out that others knew of this person stealing.  It has been going on for years!  No one ever said anything.  This had to stop.  I told the manager of my department what I saw.  I was told to get proof that this was happening.  Lucky for me my intelligent phone has a camera.  So the next few times I saw the items being staged for take-away I took pictures of them.  I even followed the person to see if they paid for them.  Sometimes the answer was no.  And other things were taken during the journey to the break room.

I along with a few other employees presented this information to our manager…… fell on deaf eyes and blind ears.

I couldn’t believe this and neither could the other employees.  Here we decided to stick up for this manager and he didn’t seem to care.

I still had the right/wrong thing pinging in my head.  So we took this to the Store Director (above the store manager).  If anyone would care, she would…..right?


Mind Blown………Frustration continues.

The End

My Frustration Rant

I am declaring today to be the International Share Your Frustration Day.

So today is Monday.  I really dislike Mondays.  Monday always symbolizes the potential of last week happening all over again.  I guess that could be a good thing for some of us.  But for me it isn’t always a good sign.

I suffer from a lack of serotonin.  For some of you that means depression.  For me that just means I need a pick me up to get moving in the morning (coffee does not work).  Which could be why I want to stay in bed.  I try not to make excuses but it’s hard not to.

I have been unemployed for 2 years now and it is weighing very heavily on my mind.  The only offers I have had were of companies wanting me to start my own franchise of their brand.  I have the know-how, the drive and the ability to do it but I just don’t have the stability in life to do that sort of thing right now.  It would be hard to do especially since my wife is military and we move every 2-3 years.  Right now I need a job for the sanity and most importantly the feeling of self worth.

I don’t know why I am really sharing this with you.  You don’t need to know my problems nor do you have to care about them.  I just always feel better after typing them out.  Sometimes I just want to scream, “Why Me!” It frustrates me to see others that have a job and couldn’t give 2 ish’s about what they do.  They show disdain for what they do and for their employers.

I have been contemplating starting my own business dealing with marketing.  I have been working with an author who needs help with self publishing her stories.  I have been offering my typing and editing abilities to get her going with getting more stories out.  I have been doing a little at a time trying to help integrate her into what needs to be done in the world of marketing and promotion.  Social media, blogs and the internet are a scary thing for someone that only likes to write on paper.  I figured if I could only find more authors like that I would have a solid start and something to build on as a business.  But of course doubt takes over and the thought of that actually happening is a far off dream.

I hate the feeling of doubt.

Feel free to share your frustrations with me.  I have been told I’m a good listener.

Prozac anyone?