How in the hell did that happen? You know my background… I was a long-time retail troll. How did I end up working for a financial
services company when I had zero finance or accounting experience? What a trip… And it all started with getting fired.
OK, actually, it all started with my deciding to leave Albany NY in November of 1997, and
trying to start a new life here in Baltimore, where my brother and sister
lived. My brother Ed offered to put me
up while I got back on my feet. I hated
feeling like I was sponging off him and his wife, so I threw everything into
getting a new job as soon as possible.
I managed to get hired by a mortgage company, by mid
December. Their ad said, “No experience
necessary, will train.” Now, I had
absolutely no background for this, but I knew I could learn. The job was compliance-oriented… mostly
making sure every loan file had the required paperwork and signatures. I was used to that sort of thing from my
retail jobs, but it was tough, because it was like learning a whole new
language.
They sent me to train for a week at their office in
Virginia. That was fine, except when I
came back, I found out that they hadn’t even finished building their Baltimore
office yet. I basically had to sit at a
desk and do nothing for a couple of weeks, while they built the place around
me.
On the bright side, I had a PC and unlimited free time, so I
was able to teach myself the basics of Outlook, Excel and Word. Prior to that, I’d never even used a mouse
before.
Once the building was done, it still took them another couple of weeks to get their
business license. So by the time I
needed to start doing actual work, my training was but a distant memory. I needed a lot of help to get re-started and
I don’t think they liked that. So right
before the end of my 90-day probationary period, they let me go.
It pissed me off because things were finally beginning to
click. I was caught up on everything to
date and was keeping up just fine. I
guess they didn’t have faith that I’d be able to amp it up. I got even though. As I mentioned in my Obituary post, this company want bankrupt
within a year or two of my leaving, ending up as one more pile of wreckage I
left in my wake.
But I was pissed at the time because I was totally
screwed. I’d just moved into my
apartment in mid-January and was on my own.
I remember going home and calling my brother and asking, “So, are they hiring down at your place? Because I just got canned.”
It was funny because my sister also got fired the same day
at almost the same time as me. From
then on, we referred to that day as Black Tuesday. Anyway, Ed said he thought there was an opening in the department
run by a friend of his. I told him that
I appreciated the help, to let me know what’s up, and now I was going to get
hammered. And I totally did.
Cut to the next morning, about 9:30. The phone woke me up from a painful
sleep. Head pounding, I answered the
phone to receive an invitation to come down for an interview that
afternoon. I was like, “Damn, that was quick.”
I called Ed and he couldn’t believe it. He said, “I just got back to my desk after asking him…”
So, I went in and met with Ed’s friend, Neil, who was the
department VP, and then with Neil’s department manager, Kathy. Somehow, I tricked them into hiring me and
now here I am, 15 years later. I
started on March 23rd, 1998.
Unreal.
Before I even started, Neil relocated to the west coast, so
I never worked with him. I was assigned
to report to Mary, who then went out on maternity leave two weeks after I
started, so I was on my own pretty quickly.
Kathy ended up doing a lot of my training, which was funny,
because once Mary came back, she then had to re-train me to do things
right. You can’t trust the executives
with the day-to-day stuff, as I came to learn.
I started by doing a lot of data entry, entering retailer
information into our brand new database.
This was some good luck, because the database and I kind of grew up
together. I worked closely with the app
designer to come up with improvements as our business grew and changed, and we
needed the app to do more things. I
helped figure out the best ways to use the tools we had to do what we needed to
do.
Within a couple of years, our department grew from about 10,
to about 30 of 40. Before long, they
put me in charge of 3 or 4 other people, to Team Leader of our “Dealer Setup
Department.” I was like, “How the hell did I just end up in charge of
people?” But I knew the database,
and the best ways to get the inputs done.
And obviously, I’d spent a great deal of my career managing people in my
record stores.
The influx of personnel changed our department, because
that’s when all the fun people showed up.
That’s when my friend Jenny and my
work-wife Sunshine joined, as well as a
number of other young people. Suddenly
we had a regular crowd for what we called our Tuesday Night Wing and Beer Club.
Thing started going south, before too long. The more people you have, the more opportunity
there is for infighting and backbiting, and our department was no
different. Plus, there was a group from
an office in another state who were constantly trying to take over our duties,
so there was a constant sense of siege.
A lot of my favorite people began to jump ship. I also had a steady stream of ingoing and
outgoing supervisors.
In 2005, they decided to pull me out of my Team Leader role
and have me concentrate on writing procedures and handling projects for our
boss. They sent me to classes where I
learned how to write procedures (in their preferred format). Again, this was a good break, because it
also taught me to be a much better writer; like I was taking a Grammar
Refresher Course.
Then in 2006, I found out that the head of our unit decided
to stop fighting the out-of-state people for control of our processes. That was when I knew I had to start looking
for another position. Once your boss
stops fighting for you, the game is over.
It would only be a matter of time.
(In fact, the department folded completely by the end of 2010. It took longer than I’d anticipated, but
still, if I hadn’t left, I’d have been laid off with everyone else.)
Again, I consulted with my brother, and he mentioned an open
position in another department, the Director of which was another long-time
friend of his (who I’d also known since I came to town). The position involved emergency planning and
disaster recovery, which again, was something I didn’t know beans about.
The manager of that department wasn’t impressed with my
resume and hadn’t intended to pursue me, but the Director asked him to
interview me anyway. Once we met, I
sold him on my adaptability and track record of learning whatever job I was
given. What really sealed the deal was
that I had the procedure-writing background, which was something the prior guy
in the job lacked. That meant he could
shuffle all his procedure writing over to me.
Bingo!
During the course of working in Disaster Recovery, aka
Continuity of Business (or COB), my boss picked up responsibility for managing
our fleet of cars. (Our people whose
job entails going from branch to branch all day, are all assigned company
cars.) So before long, it became my
responsibility as well. I handled the
day-to-day stuff and he took care of the big picture items.
Then in 2011, the Director came to me with an “offer I
couldn’t refuse.” She had an opening
and told me she was rewriting the job description so that she could give it to
me. She wanted me to take over as sole Fleet Manager, as well as write the
procedures and departmental communications.
Obviously, you can’t turn down a position your boss’s boss is designing
for you. And that’s how a guy that
doesn’t know jack about cars became the manager of a whole fleet.
It’s funny how we end up in the places we do. Do you think anyone could have predicted,
back in 1983 when I was coming out of college with a degree in broadcasting,
I’d be working for a finance company?
And after starting out doing data entry, I’d be managing a Fleet of cars,
and writing memoranda for the whole company to see?
The best parts of running the Fleet are the titles. Last month, my old COB boss referred an
errant caller to me, saying that I was now the “Czar of Cars, the Regent of
Rides, the Ayatollah of Autos, Viceroy of Vehicles,” and the Sultan of
Sedans. Personally, I prefer Admiral of
the Fleet. It makes for a pretty snappy
business card. And when I sign off on
my procedure or memo-related emails, under my name, I list my positions as
“Departmental Scribe.” Now, even my
boss refers to me as her “Scribe,” when she’s talking to others.
Fifteen years… it’s the longest I’ve been with any
company. I love my job and the people
with whom I work. I could never have
predicted the path I’ve wandered.
I wonder what I’ll be doing in another 15…
Happy Anniversary! The longest I've been in the same job. is eight years. Fifteen years seems like an eternity! I'm glad you like what you are doing. I finally figured it out about seven years ago. I like going to work and sounds like you do too.
ReplyDeleteWell, since I can't make a living sitting at home on the couch, watching sports and movies, I might as well go to work.
DeleteCongrats on 15 years! I hope I do the same thing where I am. I've almost reached the longest I've ever been at the same place. 3 years next month!
ReplyDeleteThanks. And they’re lucky to have you, Thoughtsy.
DeleteWell congratulations on 15 years!! And congrats on loving your job. That is rare, indeed. I wish I had that. One day, maybe . . .
ReplyDeleteThe locale of the Tuesday night club looks a wee bit familiar. ;)
Thanks. I’m surprised you recognized the location from a shot that wasn’t taken from on top of the bar.
DeleteGASP!! I am deeply offended, sir. I feel you are trying to tarnish my staunch moral code of conduct and ethics, and I just shall not have it! For shame.
DeleteI was never on the bar at THAT establishment. So there. :p
My apologies… I could have sworn that was you. I had a good look at your feet, from my vantage point under a table.
DeleteCongrats!! It's great that you love your job. Not many people can say that these days... I'm one of them. :0)
ReplyDeleteHugs!
Valerie
What’s not to love? Business casual, decent pay and benefits, and it doesn’t involve serving food to snotty teenagers.
DeleteCongrats, not only for the longevity but also for actually loving your job. I was at my last FT job for just shy of 13 years (that was just over four years ago). I did not think anyone still did that sort of thing. You are such a climber (or at least a mover)!
ReplyDeleteI don't think of it as climbing as much as surviving. My company had had a great deal of upheaval since 2007. My "checkered" past has left me pretty good at reading the tea leaves, plus, I've had some very good people looking out for me.
DeleteIt makes me so happy that you love your job. I always tell Matt that if it takes you away from us 50 plus hours a week you damn well better love it.
ReplyDeleteI've been at my nursing job since 2006, though I hardly doubt it's considered a job since I'm only there once a week anymore.
But it's smart that you're keeping your once-a-week thing going, because it keeps you in the game. Once day, 6 or 7 years from now, and all your kids are in school, you might want to jump back into it, and your skills will still be fresh.
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