One-half pound of southern-style country fried steak topped with a thick helping of garlic-beef gravy, a sizeable portion of corn grits sprinkled with pure cane sugar, one lightly-toasted New York style everything bagel spattered with cream cheese, one evenly sliced pear and one tall glass of nearly-frozen grape juice.
By CARY WALDMAN
Life just isn’t always fair!!!!
Not when it comes to peoples’ professional careers. Or with their financial situations.
Many of us just don’t like our jobs, make enough money or can’t stand whom we work with, or for.
And life isn’t always fair when it comes to relationships — with spouses, significant others, family members, friends, acquaintances, co-workers and bosses.
And maybe most importantly, life isn’t always fair when it comes down to our health and mental well being. If it’s not good, life is not good!!!!
I call it being dealt a bad hand, or getting a raw deal, especially when it pertains to good people, caring people, loving people.
People who make a difference in this world, big or small, and in one way or another.
In the business world, I also call it NOT PLAYING ON AN EVEN PLAYING FIELD.
This occurs when no matter what you do, or what you say, or how much you contribute and how hard you work, nothing seems to matter, or make much of a difference.
I have recently heard two horror-filled stories from very close friends in relation to the later.
For them, work just flat-out SUCKS, as great as they were/are at their jobs!!!!
Their stories are sad, somewhat pathetic (not on their part, by any means) and appalling.
One of my long-time friends was just given the pink slip from a major corporation he was employed with and dedicated to for over thirty years.
Yes, over 30 years!!!!
He worked in the state, regional and national offices for this sales-driven conglomerate.
He made the company millions of dollars 100 times over.
With just three years to go before collecting social security, and after having his most successful financial year ever in 2011, he was given the dreaded “you’re no longer needed” notice a few days after the New Year.
The reason: Headquarters said they were doing away with his position.
Yeah, right!!!
That’s it. That was all he was told. And – get this — then the company offered him a paltry 10 weeks of severance pay and a minimal batch of benefits.
Hiring an attorney seems to be in the not so distant future.
This for a highly-successful and decorated businessman and company leader who gave 32 years of blood, sweat and tears for his bosses and co-workers.
A company man all the way.
Yes, he made millions in salary and stock options, but he was so disrespected in every sense of the word on his way out the door, which they slammed shut behind him.
Now that’s PLAYING – UH, WORKING –ON AN UNEVEN PLAYING FIELD if anything is, and as he said, he never say it coming because there was just no WRITING ON THE WALL.
Then, just the other day, another good friend of mine, RJ Wobblestein of Midwood in Brooklyn, came over for dinner, a luscious homemade vegetarian dinner at that, and violently cried on my shoulder about how he too was not PLAYING ON AN EVEN PLAYING FIELD at work.
RJ’s eyes welled with puppy tears of sadness, and as he added, tears of a clown because he had been played for a fool.
RJ is a gifted male ballet dancer from Dallas with a world of potential. His artistic tip-toeing skills are second to none. RJ possesses the beautiful grace of a gazelle, the immense strength of a bull, and the enlightening smile of an angel.
But for the third time in 16 months, the University of Texas grad was overlooked for a leading role in a performace that would have taken him to major venues around the globe.
RJ has been with his ballet company for three years, but doesn’t play the kiss-up role to anyone.
Wobblestein said in a weakened voice to me that it might be time for him to move on and take an insurance sales job as an independent agent working for himself since he already has his accident, health and life licenses.
“If I can’t make it on my own merit, on my skill level and my overall desire, I don’t want the spot, no matter how bad I want it or how much it truly means to me,” Wobblestein said, head buried in his hands, sobbing away. “That’s the way things should be. Our production manager and producer always gives the best roles to the dancers that kiss up to them. It’s dreadfully disgusting.”
It’s also, RJ, called PLAYING ON AN UNEVEN PLAYING FIELD.
And now, RJ, do u see the WRITING ON THE WALL?
Hope so.
It’s time to move on Wobblestein.
Go sell some insurance.













