soon to be re-re-re-released (otherwise a sequel)

This is a sequel with the same lines. The returning product has less and, dollar for dollar, isn't nearly the bargain people claim, but people do like it. The [my employer] pot pie, for that's close to what it is, is due soon. It takes less more time on one end to make it. It is a money maker -- shake it.

Meanwhile, I was late to a meeting today as I read the wrong schedule. The sales reports were in and the company itself showed unhappy turnouts in profit, labor percentage, sales.

I would have offered the comment, 'if you aren't the cheapest, which we aren't, we need to be the novelest and more innovative.' I find the same-old, same-old probably doesn't sell well to people, but convincing the dinosaurs there that although 'we've always done it that way', doesn't make it the best way, is a challenge I haven't won.

There was a bit of a pit fight between two people today, but it went nowhere. As the young pup, having two old dogs fight it out and grow weaker, would naturally make me stronger by default. At the end, I was no stronger for the fight.

What's wrong, he asked

He wasn't going to accept a, "nothing". My GM cornered me today and probed why I was silent with people over the course of the last weeks. He considered it odd that since I had got my rank that I was talking less. Sure, it may have been timing, but it was aligned with more typical reasons ... symptomology clearly leading to the cause.

$ I was told that there would be more expected out of me
$ I was given control over more crap with less personnel -- I was filling in for people rather than directing people, rather counter to the role I assumed
$ When I relied on superiors (next level people) to do things ... they didn't

So, I responded that I did indeed become more quiet and my experience taught me that stopping to talk or smell the roses put me so far behind it wasn't worth the effort, I was told to direct people to do these other things so that I didn't have to put in, what I termed, n percent.

So, I have to make friends with Lazy-Inferior, Lazy-Posterior, quick-to-bite junkyard dog, yeah ... that'll be just simple. Another "upper" is lame-dog who is slow, and can't do physical things. So, I go home tired, sore, overworked, and unappreciated, why?

I wanted to say, "Hey! When I see work, I do it. Does someone have to say ... you know that pile of paperwork you walked around to get to your chair? I wanted you to do that." I feel that if you see work and walk around it and leave it for the next guy, don't be shocked when the next guy disrespects you and finds you to be a lazy jerk.

"n" percent was greater than 110 -- arbitrarily chosen