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Company Loyalty Doesn’t Exist
If you want loyalty, hire dogs. Humans can come and go as they please
“I’ve been loyal for the last two decades. How could they let me go?”
I worked in a dinosaur institution for years, where I met the man. Some joked it was a mental asylum. I didn’t mind it, but it did eventually drive me mad and cause me to rage quit.
He’d worked for the company for most of his life. His job was to travel to the rural parts of the country most people couldn’t be assed going to.
A job, a faded black suit and a wife and kids (used to his late-night returns) are all he had. The unique style of his normalcy was something I admired. Not much flustered him. When the senior leaders would screw with our KPIs, like neurosurgeons screw with people’s brains in the operating theatre, it didn’t faze him.
“Ohhhh well,” he used to say, “life goes on.”
Whenever there was a team meeting, most of us got on a train for a couple of stops to attend. He had to drive his old, crusty, off-white Toyota for hours to get to the big smoke.
Half the time he didn’t charge the gas for his car to the company because he hated confrontation. He’d even stay in a hotel for the night and not claim it on expenses either.
