The Daily Prompt: Powerful Suggestion
What’s the one piece of advice you wish someone had given you a year (or five, or ten…) ago?
It all began when my employers sold the business at the end of 2011. Unfortunately, the boy they sold it to was a complete, and utter, moron. It wasn’t long after he arrived, with girlfriend in tow, 7 days late from Ontario, that I started to notice. They had both decided that they knew what they were doing, even though they had no experience in the souvenir business, and they would not listen to us, who did.
First there were all the bills I wasn’t allowed to pay. Then the calendars were late, usually we received them from the printer at the end of March. That came and went. The next month came and went, all the while the boy was saying that the calendars would be in on such and such a date. That day would come and go and still no calendars. The salesmen were getting annoyed, and the customers started wondering ‘what the hell?’ once August came and went. Calendars made up approximately half of the sales for the year and the season to sell a lot (summer) was gone.
The boy was gone back east most of the time by this point (he and the girl had broken up back in June) so we very rarely saw him. We did him see again at the beginning of October 2012 for two days, when the calendars finally arrived. After that, when he did come back, he would sneak in at night when no one was around. His personal stuff slowly disappeared from his office and it was noticed that the business was up for sale again.
Then, on the 28th of February 2013, a man came to the door. He was a bailiff. He told me the rent had bounced and he was there to pick up a cheque or lock us out. He said I was free to tell him the get the hell out and he would haul the stuff away, or I could sign the paper that gave the boy 10 days to pay the rent in full. After much swearing, aimed at the absent boy, I signed the paper. In hindsight, maybe I should have just said ‘take it all away’.
It wasn’t until March 10th that we got back in. Our remaining mainland salesman quit the next day. Over the next few months no new salesman was hired and the promised infusion of cash had not materialized. Needless to say I finally quit at this point. Now the company is no more and the product etc sold by the bailiff (who had locked the doors again a few months after I left).
It’s not so much advice that would have been nice, but a ‘heads up’ not to bother having even the glimmer of hope that the situation would get better. I would have quit right there and then and avoided all the angst.