Mea Culpa : Epilogue

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I should stop explaining myself to people.

Did Just that.

Mea Culpa.

From now on, my loyalty is to my family and friends. Employment will be strictly on a professional level only.

It’s a problem with dogs like me. Loyal to a fault. But loyal dogs, when untended and neglected can turn rabid. It’s the scheme of things.

Mea Culpa.

Nobody’s fault but mine.

I clung too long on emotional attachments. Four years doing all sorts of things just to keep the flow and yet still just a referral? I should really have left when I needed to. But going over several (read: huge) applicants, one-day attendees, transient employees should have told me something about my job description. Hell, even in the programming side, very few stuck around, all the good ones that remain are either just trying to get through or waiting for the climate to change.

Shoulda, Woulda, Coulda.

And for a company that deals with communication, they are very uncommunicative nowadays. Understandable, in fact, because they are not used to having ex-employees snap back at them.

So now what do I do? Move on.

My professionalism was in question. Who’s being unprofessional now?

I gained freedom.

They will be going through applicants for the rest of the year, replacing those that will leave, or worse, those that reported for work but never came back.

Mea Culpa.

Time to forgive myself for being such a lousy loyal schmuck.