Take this Job and Shove It

Yesterday I stopped to buy gas at a local Circle K convenience store not very far from our house.  Since I can rarely buy gas without buying a Mounds candy bar, I walked inside while the gas pumped on its own – just in time to hear the following conversation between the cashier and her Budweiser beer delivery man:

Beer Man to Cashier: “How’s it going today?”

Cashier to Beer Man: “About like it always goes.  Boss already showed up today to complain about something.  I wanted to tell him to take this job and shove it.”

Beer Man to Cashier: “Hey, maybe I can get you a job working with us.  I hear we got openings.”

Cashier to Beer Man: “No way. On my next job I don’t want no responsibility for nothing.  I don’t want to talk to nobody.  I just want to clock out at 5 o’clock every day and go home.”

And on that cheerful note, she turned to me and smiled and asked me if I wanted to pay for the candy separately.  Which I did.

On the drive back to the house, I thought about jobs, careers and the whole notion of the importance of Work in our everyday lives.  I don’t think much about my prior career with numbers anymore, but this was the second time in 48 hours I’d been reminded of my working years that numbered as many as Susan Lucci’s on All My Children.  That would be 41.

(Note to self:  You are also working as a writer and have been for six additional years.  The fact that you don’t consider these years as “really” a job might go a long way toward explaining why you have produced no income.  Just sayin’.  Food for thought.)

During the Super Bowl two nights ago I saw Paul Allen hoist the Lombardi Trophy as the owner of the Seattle Seahawks NFL Championship Team and wondered what rock I had lived under and how long I’d lived under it which must be the only possible reason I never connected the dots until Sunday night that this was indeed the same Paul Allen who was Bill Gates’s co-founder of Microsoft.   Seattle.  Microsoft.  Bill Gates.  Paul Allen.  Gazillionaires.

This moment of serendipity led me down a winding  memory lane of my pre-existing condition as a financial advisor who sold individual stocks – among other investments – to qualified clients.  I worked for a firm that had offices in smaller cities throughout the USA and advertised as the firm that brought Wall Street to Main Street.  I was working for that firm in 1998 when Paul Allen bought the controlling interest in a cable company called Charter Communications (NASDAQ symbol CHTR).  He and I met right there at the corner of Main Street and Wall Street.

Because of my confidence in the potential Midas touch of Paul Allen I sold CHTR to a bunch of people – usually as a stock of above average risk with above average growth potential and almost always as just one holding of a diversified portfolio.  Almost always.

But Sunday night I remembered the one exception I made when I recommended it to a high school classmate who had never bought a stock in her life.  I saw her at a class reunion in 2000 (remember the Roaring 2000s?)  and she asked me if I could recommend a  stock she could buy that would make a lot of money.  I recommended CHTR and she bought it.  Hope filled the air.

Unfortunately, CHTR was the one blight on a Paul Allen lifetime of successful endeavors in business, sports, the arts, philanthropy – you name it, he made money and gave it away by the billions.  CHTR peaked at $27.75 in November, 1999 and was probably about that price when I sold it to my clients including my high school girlfriend.  By 2002, it fell to under $1 a share.  In February, 2009 the company filed for Chapter 11 Bankruptcy and in November of that year canceled its obligations to its shareholders.  Ouch.

My recollections of Charter Communications reminded me that while many of my days in financial services were good ones, even great ones, I did have times when I shared the opinion of David Allan Coe’s lyrics in Take this Job and Shove ItI ain’t working here no more.

Breathes there the person with soul so dead who never to herself has said, This job sucks.  But we persevere and we hang in there for all the right reasons and even a few wrong ones and may think to ourselves on any given day: On my next job I don’t want no responsibility and I don’t want to talk to nobody.

Oh gosh, I may have found that job.

P.S. Paul Allen hung on to a small equity stake in CHTR after its bankruptcy and since 2011 the return on the stock has been 100.7%.  His stake in the company is now worth $535 million dollars.  The closing price today (02-05-14) was $137.35 per share.

About Sheila Morris

Sheila Morris is a personal historian, essayist with humorist tendencies, lesbian activist, truth seeker and speaker in the tradition of other female Texas storytellers including her paternal grandmother. In December, 2017, the University of South Carolina Press published her collection of first-person accounts of a few of the people primarily responsible for the development of LGBTQ organizations in South Carolina. Southern Perspectives on the Queer Movement: Committed to Home will resonate with everyone interested in LGBTQ history in the South during the tumultuous times from the AIDS pandemic to marriage equality. She has published five nonfiction books including two memoirs, an essay compilation and two collections of her favorite blogs from I'll Call It Like I See It. Her first book, Deep in the Heart: A Memoir of Love and Longing received a Golden Crown Literary Society Award in 2008. Her writings have been included in various anthologies - most recently the 2017 Saints and Sinners Literary Magazine. Her latest book, Four Ticket Ride, was released in January, 2019. She is a displaced Texan living in South Carolina with her wife Teresa Williams and their dogs Spike, Charly and Carl. She is also Naynay to her two granddaughters Ella and Molly James who light up her life for real. Born in rural Grimes County, Texas in 1946 her Texas roots still run wide and deep.
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6 Responses to Take this Job and Shove It

  1. Pingback: Take this Job and Shove It | I'll Call It Like I See It

  2. Somehow the Paul Allen’s of the world manage to land on their feet, don’t they, leaving many of us to curse our bad luck or poor timing. Often I think the take this job and shove it attitude comes from wearying of figuring out if you’re on the right track or guessing how the future will turn out or worrying if you’re good at anything. That said, it’s good to be your own boss even if the pay and benefits are sparse.

    Another thoughtful essay!



    • No kidding, Ann. And you’re on target about the trying to figure out if you’re on the right track and worrying that you aren’t!!

      It is good to your own boss, though – and sometimes we can pretend we’re even good at what we’re doing until someone corrects us. 🙂

      Thanks for staying with me through thick and thin and long and short. We have each other’s back!


  3. boblamb says:

    Another good one, girl. I hope your old schoolmate hung on to the stock.


    • Thanks so much, Bob – let’s hope she did, too!! I was in Gambrell today at USC and thought of you and my fun visits to your classes…thank you so much for those experiences, too…you’re the best. Truly. The best.


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