ON OUR WAY HOME WE PASSED
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PASSING THROUGH ALBERTA
CAMROSE + EDMONTON + EDSON + JASPER
CAMROSE
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EDMONTON
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EDSON
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JASPER
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HELLO
BRITISH COLUMBIA
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VALEMOUNT + LITTLE FORT + PEMBERTON + SQUAMISH + VANCOUVER
VALEMOUNT
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LITTLE FORT
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PEMBERTON
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SQUAMISH
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A MISUNDERSTANDING
6-months of silence after being replaced.
6-months of silence after being replaced.
HASH IT OUT
Put you in a position of control.
Put you in a position of control.
CLEAR THE AIR
6-months of silence after being replaced.
6-months of silence after being replaced.
CONCERNED ABOUT FINANCIAL FUTURE
Yes.
Yes.
BEEN THROUGH MANY...
Why?
Why?
WE DID NOTHING WRONG
6-months of silence after being replaced.
T definitely did nothing wrong.
6-months of silence after being replaced.
T definitely did nothing wrong.
UNPRECEDENTED TIMES
Every day.
Every day.
GOVERNMENT ADVICE
Why the need for government advice?
Replaced, not put on hold.
Why the need for government advice?
Replaced, not put on hold.
WHAT DO YOU WANT?
T wants to be treated with decency and appreciation for impeccable loyal service.
Financially + Otherwise.
T wants to be treated with decency and appreciation for impeccable loyal service.
Financially + Otherwise.
TRUST
How?
6-months of silence after being replaced.
T UNDERSTANDS
How?
6-months of silence after being replaced.
T UNDERSTANDS
FICTION ~ FICTION ~ FICTION
After 6-months of being placed on the fictitious shelf. Without an income. For merely stating, "The virus is freaking me out." Nothing more. No discussion. No empathy. No talk of a return date. Silence. Word has started to spread about Taran's departure. You see, Taran is highly respected in the grocery industry. Suppliers could always count on T's integrity. And T's ability to manage employees; deal with incidents in a timely and professional manner; sit in on safety meetings; write correspondence; transport workers to the hospital after workplace injuries; and perform every task asked—the least of which being sales. Why sales last, because without everything else, there would be no sales.
You see, T had become the face of the company. A vital cog in the wheel.
Anyway, the well-wishes started to roll in, none of which came because of T's doing, because fictitious T believed it wasn't appropriate to communicate with ex-suppliers—another sign of T's commitment to professionalism. A fact lost on the company. But T couldn't stop T's highly influential industry friends from reacting to T's departure.
You see, T had become the face of the company. A vital cog in the wheel.
Anyway, the well-wishes started to roll in, none of which came because of T's doing, because fictitious T believed it wasn't appropriate to communicate with ex-suppliers—another sign of T's commitment to professionalism. A fact lost on the company. But T couldn't stop T's highly influential industry friends from reacting to T's departure.
"It is a shame to see you gone. You were the only person in the company I could count on to tell the truth.
Even when it didn't seem to be in your company's best interests.
The honesty was greatly appreciated and it cemented your business for the duration of your employment.
Now...maybe it is time to take my business elsewhere?"
"OMG....well that's not good. You were the person who kept things ticking over consistently & understood the market Gee, I am really stumped for words.....Pls keep in touch when you land @ your next location."
"I heard the news and all I can say is Wow! That’s hard to believe and disappointing."
"The news is upsetting. You were the only one who understood my demographic. It was a pleasure dealing with you.
Your honesty was unparralleled in an industry full of BS. Keep in touch."
"I heard the news: it sucks. You were the glue that kept that company together.
Without you it feels like I'm speaking with children who've been instructed to lie.
If you ever need anything, just call. I’m in your corner."
"Shocking. You did everything for that company."
"I think it's time to take my business elsewhere. Let's grab a beer sometime!"
"I have enjoyed your commentary, food analysis, and collaborative sports pools for several years now.
You brought light to a sketchy industry. Thank you."
Even when it didn't seem to be in your company's best interests.
The honesty was greatly appreciated and it cemented your business for the duration of your employment.
Now...maybe it is time to take my business elsewhere?"
"OMG....well that's not good. You were the person who kept things ticking over consistently & understood the market Gee, I am really stumped for words.....Pls keep in touch when you land @ your next location."
"I heard the news and all I can say is Wow! That’s hard to believe and disappointing."
"The news is upsetting. You were the only one who understood my demographic. It was a pleasure dealing with you.
Your honesty was unparralleled in an industry full of BS. Keep in touch."
"I heard the news: it sucks. You were the glue that kept that company together.
Without you it feels like I'm speaking with children who've been instructed to lie.
If you ever need anything, just call. I’m in your corner."
"Shocking. You did everything for that company."
"I think it's time to take my business elsewhere. Let's grab a beer sometime!"
"I have enjoyed your commentary, food analysis, and collaborative sports pools for several years now.
You brought light to a sketchy industry. Thank you."
Fictitious T was deeply touched by this small sampling + the countless other fictitious well wishes that came in—the best part, because T is a professional, these fictitious messages were unsolicited.
But the messages got T to thinking, T won't trip out of fiction, but a moment of pondering had T wondering: hmm, why write fiction?
But the messages got T to thinking, T won't trip out of fiction, but a moment of pondering had T wondering: hmm, why write fiction?
|DUTCH PRINCE (DP)|
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There was (is) a racehorse, new to the horse racing scene.
The mane on this equine beauty was striking. It most certainly would soon be dominating the horsey world—allowing opportunities for many investors to saddle up and gallop in the riches indeed to come.
IYCSUWCUYC’s OWNER was let into the stable early. His role was to recruit investors to ensure the feed was the purest of the pure. For the OWNER’s efforts, he’d been given a considerable stake in the earliest races’ winning tickets.
He did an outstanding job of recruitment, not worried (snicker) about the risk of the riders jumping on board because stringent requirements were in place. Those risking pennies of their wealth, wealth being the optimum descriptor, could afford to lose a few pennies.
The OWNER bent the rules to allow Taran onto the inside track, draining T of life savings T could not afford to part with—not to worry, the OWNER would never put a more than a decades-long loyal employee in a precarious financial position.
Or would he?
The gun sounds. The race commences, DP jumps into the lead, excitement abounds. Those first to mount this stallion saw their profits snowball with each race.
Not place.
Not show.
Win. Win. Win. Win.
Unfortunately, there was a catch to this risky venture. Those who saddled up first were the first allowed to dismount—right during a winning run.
For those recruited to this three-sided triangle by the owner, well, as their spirits soared, and they felt thankful for the side door, the OWNER pried open for them to slither in through. Just as time was coming for Taran and the latecomers to cash in on some of their winning tickets—DP came up lame, leaving those the OWNER recruited wincing in financial pain.
Word on the street from a reliable source close to the OWNER, after asking the OWNER if he still had a stake in DP?
“No, I got rid of my stake in that loser long ago?”
The OWNER got rich.
As for Taran, someone who couldn’t take a financial bath—T took a $60K hit.
As for the COO + the Regional Manager: the OWNER got rich.
And, later on, the COO + Regional Manager decided the veracity of the truth, is not important, because they are... don't care who they hurt.
The mane on this equine beauty was striking. It most certainly would soon be dominating the horsey world—allowing opportunities for many investors to saddle up and gallop in the riches indeed to come.
IYCSUWCUYC’s OWNER was let into the stable early. His role was to recruit investors to ensure the feed was the purest of the pure. For the OWNER’s efforts, he’d been given a considerable stake in the earliest races’ winning tickets.
He did an outstanding job of recruitment, not worried (snicker) about the risk of the riders jumping on board because stringent requirements were in place. Those risking pennies of their wealth, wealth being the optimum descriptor, could afford to lose a few pennies.
The OWNER bent the rules to allow Taran onto the inside track, draining T of life savings T could not afford to part with—not to worry, the OWNER would never put a more than a decades-long loyal employee in a precarious financial position.
Or would he?
The gun sounds. The race commences, DP jumps into the lead, excitement abounds. Those first to mount this stallion saw their profits snowball with each race.
Not place.
Not show.
Win. Win. Win. Win.
Unfortunately, there was a catch to this risky venture. Those who saddled up first were the first allowed to dismount—right during a winning run.
For those recruited to this three-sided triangle by the owner, well, as their spirits soared, and they felt thankful for the side door, the OWNER pried open for them to slither in through. Just as time was coming for Taran and the latecomers to cash in on some of their winning tickets—DP came up lame, leaving those the OWNER recruited wincing in financial pain.
Word on the street from a reliable source close to the OWNER, after asking the OWNER if he still had a stake in DP?
“No, I got rid of my stake in that loser long ago?”
The OWNER got rich.
As for Taran, someone who couldn’t take a financial bath—T took a $60K hit.
As for the COO + the Regional Manager: the OWNER got rich.
And, later on, the COO + Regional Manager decided the veracity of the truth, is not important, because they are... don't care who they hurt.
NON-FICTION
VANCOUVER
walk + walk east + stop + turn + walk + walk west
the long road home
last 3 weeks
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