Evening all!!!
Firstly, hope you're all enjoying this nice weather.
Secondly, there's some good minds and good people on here and I'm in need of some advice.
I'll start this story, at the logical place, the beginning...
Late last August I was looking through the job sites, like you do from time to time, and I stumbled onto something that quite literally gave me ''the fizz''. There was a company local to me that specializes in the storage, movement and body/mechanical care of prestige cars. And by prestige, I mean PRES-MOTHER-F?CKING-STIGE. Not your M3 or AMG, more your F40, F50, 959, Miura, EB110 and so on and so forth. The position being advertised was for a HGV Class 2 Driver to aid in the movement side of the business. Needless to say, I applied...
It turned out that the owner is only 7-8 years older than myself and is a self-made man. He looks after the movement and conditioning side and his missus looks after the storage side. In the very first phonecall to them everything felt ''right'', instant rapport, good laugh, similar sort of outlook on life. Over the next few weeks I met them for drinks a couple of times and we discussed everything from cars, life, driving, families, it was like catching up with two old friends more than being seeded out as a prospective employee. Towards the end of September, an offer was made and I'd gained their trust and they took me to the store to have a look around and see what it was all about. Awesome doesn't describe it. They wanted me and the offer came in.
At the same time, my missus was just returning to work after her maternity leave and as you can imagine money was quite tight. The offer I recieved was for a gauranteed minimum 20 Hours per week and they matched my then hourly rate too. The likelihood was that I'd be working 40-50 hours per week from March-September but the nature of the beast is they have a quieter season through winter... On the table was also the offer of being put through my HGV Class 1 and being sent to Auto Glym to go through their training school in order that I could then take over the bodycare side of things instead of them using a third-party which they were doing. Unforunately, I had to decline the very generous offer because the 20 Hours per week minimum scared me. If I had a full month of 20 Hours I'd be struggling to pay my bills.
I was honest with them, and it broke my heart to turn it down. But they respected my decision and even more so my reasoning and we said we'd stay in touch and that there would always be the option of doing some weekend work for them through the summer to events such as Goodwood and Mille Miglia.
Fast forward to May 2012...
I started working at UPS at the beginning of April. I left a very good job and took a £6,000 pay cut to join them. I did this because they're a damn huge company and the future earning potential and indeed the future career prospects are literally limitless... Just ask Mike!!!
Everything had been going fine, I'd had a few bad days, a few really good days and as a whole I'd had more good then bad. I suppose everyone has the odd bad day when they start a new job, no big deal, head down and get on with it. I was ''Top Of The Class'' in training school and all the other drivers have been really good to me and all of them have had time to talk with me and ask how I'm doing etc..
This week just gone, I've been unwell. I came down with a Synus Infection and this impaired my balance and eyesight. Pretty scary stuff. I'd had three days off work because of this. On my return to work on Wednesday, for some unkown reason three managers decided to take me into an office for an ''informal chat'' and what they actually did was attempt to goad me into biting or walking out. Telling me I'm ''too laid back'' and asking me ''do you think you could get your old job back''. I was sent home early from work and told to ''think about what you want to do and if you want to come back tomorrow and let us know''...
Now, the only reason we can figure out for this is because I stood up to one of the managers. A big tank of a man, ex-Army, nobody messes with him. But he was in the wrong and I didn't back down and he didn't like it. This is what we think is the catalyst for it all. I turned up for work on Thursday and was sent home after an hour. I turned up for work today and they lied about how much was on my van and I ended up being out for eleven hours in the baking sun.
But, today wasn't all bad...
I had a missed call and voicemail from the owner of the car place. I'd not spoken to him since Christmas time and I was a bit surprised to see his number... His voicemail was friendly as ever and he asked me to call him when I had a minute.
So I did. And isn't life funny somtimes? He's been getting aggro' from his missus for the last six months, everytime something is late or not quite to plan she's been giving him the ''wouldn't have happened if he was here'' line and he's been thinking it himself a few times. He's also realised that despite talking to a couple of other people, once you've had Willis, you don't go back. And he wanted to have a chat about maybe joining the team again. Now, seens as I have applied for eleven jobs since all the nonsense on Wednesday, he couldn't have timed this call any better!!!
Now, tomorrow, I'm going with him to deliver a McLaren MP12. It'll give us a few hours to have a chat about everything and a catch up and in his words ''thrash out a f?cking long overdue deal''. I know the job is mine if I want it, which I do. He knows he has to meet my current basic salary and he knows I'll bite his hand off if he does.
Now the problem...
I'm working for one of the biggest companies in the world right now on very good money, money that will go up and up over the next year. I've been told by senior members of the training setup and senior drivers that I have the potential to carve out a very good career if I'm that way inclined and that I have more in my locker then being a driver for life.
But, they've treated me like sh!t.
And now, in my hour of need, I get this phonecall. For my dream job that I've kicked myself about turning down more times then I could even dare to put a number on. My only reason for not taking it last time was the money and the security money brings when you have a young child.
So, do I make the jump? Or do I get half my management team fired and stay put?
Answers on a postcard to the usual address.
Firstly, hope you're all enjoying this nice weather.
Secondly, there's some good minds and good people on here and I'm in need of some advice.
I'll start this story, at the logical place, the beginning...
Late last August I was looking through the job sites, like you do from time to time, and I stumbled onto something that quite literally gave me ''the fizz''. There was a company local to me that specializes in the storage, movement and body/mechanical care of prestige cars. And by prestige, I mean PRES-MOTHER-F?CKING-STIGE. Not your M3 or AMG, more your F40, F50, 959, Miura, EB110 and so on and so forth. The position being advertised was for a HGV Class 2 Driver to aid in the movement side of the business. Needless to say, I applied...
It turned out that the owner is only 7-8 years older than myself and is a self-made man. He looks after the movement and conditioning side and his missus looks after the storage side. In the very first phonecall to them everything felt ''right'', instant rapport, good laugh, similar sort of outlook on life. Over the next few weeks I met them for drinks a couple of times and we discussed everything from cars, life, driving, families, it was like catching up with two old friends more than being seeded out as a prospective employee. Towards the end of September, an offer was made and I'd gained their trust and they took me to the store to have a look around and see what it was all about. Awesome doesn't describe it. They wanted me and the offer came in.
At the same time, my missus was just returning to work after her maternity leave and as you can imagine money was quite tight. The offer I recieved was for a gauranteed minimum 20 Hours per week and they matched my then hourly rate too. The likelihood was that I'd be working 40-50 hours per week from March-September but the nature of the beast is they have a quieter season through winter... On the table was also the offer of being put through my HGV Class 1 and being sent to Auto Glym to go through their training school in order that I could then take over the bodycare side of things instead of them using a third-party which they were doing. Unforunately, I had to decline the very generous offer because the 20 Hours per week minimum scared me. If I had a full month of 20 Hours I'd be struggling to pay my bills.
I was honest with them, and it broke my heart to turn it down. But they respected my decision and even more so my reasoning and we said we'd stay in touch and that there would always be the option of doing some weekend work for them through the summer to events such as Goodwood and Mille Miglia.
Fast forward to May 2012...
I started working at UPS at the beginning of April. I left a very good job and took a £6,000 pay cut to join them. I did this because they're a damn huge company and the future earning potential and indeed the future career prospects are literally limitless... Just ask Mike!!!
Everything had been going fine, I'd had a few bad days, a few really good days and as a whole I'd had more good then bad. I suppose everyone has the odd bad day when they start a new job, no big deal, head down and get on with it. I was ''Top Of The Class'' in training school and all the other drivers have been really good to me and all of them have had time to talk with me and ask how I'm doing etc..
This week just gone, I've been unwell. I came down with a Synus Infection and this impaired my balance and eyesight. Pretty scary stuff. I'd had three days off work because of this. On my return to work on Wednesday, for some unkown reason three managers decided to take me into an office for an ''informal chat'' and what they actually did was attempt to goad me into biting or walking out. Telling me I'm ''too laid back'' and asking me ''do you think you could get your old job back''. I was sent home early from work and told to ''think about what you want to do and if you want to come back tomorrow and let us know''...
Now, the only reason we can figure out for this is because I stood up to one of the managers. A big tank of a man, ex-Army, nobody messes with him. But he was in the wrong and I didn't back down and he didn't like it. This is what we think is the catalyst for it all. I turned up for work on Thursday and was sent home after an hour. I turned up for work today and they lied about how much was on my van and I ended up being out for eleven hours in the baking sun.
But, today wasn't all bad...
I had a missed call and voicemail from the owner of the car place. I'd not spoken to him since Christmas time and I was a bit surprised to see his number... His voicemail was friendly as ever and he asked me to call him when I had a minute.
So I did. And isn't life funny somtimes? He's been getting aggro' from his missus for the last six months, everytime something is late or not quite to plan she's been giving him the ''wouldn't have happened if he was here'' line and he's been thinking it himself a few times. He's also realised that despite talking to a couple of other people, once you've had Willis, you don't go back. And he wanted to have a chat about maybe joining the team again. Now, seens as I have applied for eleven jobs since all the nonsense on Wednesday, he couldn't have timed this call any better!!!
Now, tomorrow, I'm going with him to deliver a McLaren MP12. It'll give us a few hours to have a chat about everything and a catch up and in his words ''thrash out a f?cking long overdue deal''. I know the job is mine if I want it, which I do. He knows he has to meet my current basic salary and he knows I'll bite his hand off if he does.
Now the problem...
I'm working for one of the biggest companies in the world right now on very good money, money that will go up and up over the next year. I've been told by senior members of the training setup and senior drivers that I have the potential to carve out a very good career if I'm that way inclined and that I have more in my locker then being a driver for life.
But, they've treated me like sh!t.
And now, in my hour of need, I get this phonecall. For my dream job that I've kicked myself about turning down more times then I could even dare to put a number on. My only reason for not taking it last time was the money and the security money brings when you have a young child.
So, do I make the jump? Or do I get half my management team fired and stay put?
Answers on a postcard to the usual address.
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