Feast or Famine

Well, this is a quick one today.

Awhile ago, I took a job with a company that promised many things.  Today, I got the word that, because their finances are depressed (and let me tell you so, was I!), I am on the chopping block come the end of January.

Now, this comes as a major upset because I took the job because they promised to have a job for me in feast or famine times- that I would be paid no matter what was happening with the client list.  I took a nearly 50% cut in pay for this insurance.

Today I get told that the company is foregoing this policy and, to boot, I will be getting the boot at the end of January unless something miraculous happens.

I'm exceptionally upset about this news because the boss laid the whole matter on my shoulders- like there was something I was supposed do about clients, which isn't part of my job.  I'm  the commodity that's traded as a consultant, not the sales!  And despite having a senior team of sales people who have been in the business longer than I, I am the one who has been doing most of the sales legwork.

It's just a moment to vent, but it really is quite ridiculous.  I think IT is the only industry where the commodities are supposed to be in sales, too.  You never hear of a racehorse contacting the newspapers for publicity or negotiating the breeding rights.  It's because the racehorse IS the commodity.

Just ridiculous.

And depressing.  So much for the famine safety net.