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| Members of the MEMOIRS discussion list are aware that my ongoing distraction over the last month or so has been whether I'd change my status from that of an independent columnist to that of a Corporate Drone. I was being given a low-level flirtation by an Internet publishing company in the hope that I would join their management team. Being a regular reader and supporter of the effort over at NetSlaves, I probably should have known better... but we all can dream of possible Internet paradises, right?
I even went so far as to fly up to Massachusetts a couple weekends ago and take a look at the Cube Farm there, talk with some of the people at the company. (I amstill waiting to be reimbursed for that trip, at this writing, but I'm a patient guy.) It was an okay trip. I like plane flights. But "wine and dine" was not the operative phrase, as I told one friend. It was more like being taxied from one VP's office to the next to make sure I was not as subversive as some of my writings may suggest. It finally came down to the contents of the Letter of Agreement they would send to me, outlining all we had discussed during my whirlwind tour. That arrived last Friday, about two weeks after my f2f confabs. Considering the time it took to be completed, I expected the Letter to be pretty comprehensive. Doh! |
"Don't worry, you won't find the usual issues of 'turf' at this company.... Now everyone on this side of the office reports to me and everyone on that side..."
The United States, some say, is a nation compulsively focused on the future because of its inability to reconcile itself with the past...
Conspicuously missing in most Internet jobs is the notion of mutual respect. Usually it's more like, I'm in control and you serve at my whim; now get back to work! |
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This is what I received, via electronic mail:
Rod: My reaction was probably the same as yours is now: That's it? It took two weeks to put that together? Skimpy. Where's the description of the JOB DUTIES we agreed to? But, being politic, I sent back a thank you note and let them know I'd review it, make necessary amendments and get back to them that evening with same. |
Here's what I send back that Friday night:
XXXX, So I got a telephone call Saturday evening: "Rod, I 've looked over your amendments to the Letter and I have to tell you that this company just can't operate that way." "How do you mean that?" "Well, a month from now I could ask you to do something completely different than the stuff we talked about when you were up here. I mean, we're a very loose organization and things can change on a daily basis. So I can't have in writing that your duties are this and that!" Then why did we even discuss my duties when I flew up there?I thought. "Actually, the amended wording was 'includes' the items we talked about, XXXX. There's no restriction on adding or changing things." "Look, I don't know how other companies you're familiar with operate, Rod, but..." "They provide Job Descriptions." "Well, no! No we can't do that! There are no job descriptions at XXXX.com! And so reading what you have here, I just think you wouldn't be happy working here. I just think --- I mean, I try to follow my gut. And when I get a twinge or something, like when I read your letter, I --- Well, I don't want to end up telling myself 'I told you so' about that feeling. So I think I should withdraw our offer." "I think so, too. Fine." "Well that's not to say that we wouldn't want you working on some of these things, these items for us anyway... Just that blah-blah-blah..etc., etc." So that was it. A month worth of back and forth phonecalls, e-mails, planning, rumors, etc., washed down the tubes because I didn't understand that be an Internet mogul I should be enthusiastic about simply being at the mercy of someone else's caprice.... because I had the brazen audacity to want things clearly spelled out in writing before pulling up stakes, lock-stock-and-barrel, and moving to another state among people I didn't know. A job description for a NetSlave? What was I thinking? Now there's a Memoir for ya'. |
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