The Enemy Within

In my lifetime, I've had a number of jobs. Some were part-time and some were short lived. The first job I ever had was that of a paperboy. It lasted for a couple of years and supplemented my allowance allowing me to buy "stuff" I otherwise couldn't afford.

My parents and I went to live in Italy and my next job was in a foreign land. I was a waiter and bartender. I also worked in grocery stores and a toilet paper factory in the depressed south. When I returned I worked part-time in the loading docks of a department store as I attended college. From there I worked in a dental lab where dentures, partials, bridges and crowns were made.

In the years that Reagan was president I was unemployed for the most part. Eventually, I found what I thought was the perfect job. Working for a rental car company picking up their cars that have made their way to other locations. I travelled the entire northeast and Canada and made good money doing so. Needless to say since there were abuses in the system, the pay changed and the out of town trips became few and far between.

So I moved into the rental car ranks as a service vehicle attendant which is a fancy way of saying a person who cleans and services rental cars. It wasn't a hard job, but didn't pay well and seniority would give you undesirable work hours and days off.

Then I became a civil servant for a local municipality. Better pay and better benefits would lead me on a journey where office politics and drama come to life. Although one may say that I should put my resume' elsewhere, this is not about the jobs but rather about office politics and drama  From  a small southern Italian town to an airport where everybody knows everyone, it is all about workplace drama.

Drama in the workplace leads to gossip and backstabbing. That's where the journey begins.

To be continued...