The Furniture Doctor

Hubby handed in his Letter of Resignation today.

It was a difficult task to do since he's never had to do it before. Hubby is a furniture refurbisher, which basically means anything you buy at a furniture store will envitably have scratches, dents or damage on it's wood parts that you don't even know about, because during shipping these wood products are damaged. Hubby erases these flaws, sands down, repaints, lacquers so that your piece of furniture you saw on the showroom floor...shows like brand new.

He has mastered this skill over 27 years and has worked for one boss this entire time. Until she retired last year and he took a position for the same company, different location, different management, different. This new position had him working 'service calls' on already delivered furniture that somehow was damaged between the store to the customer's home.

Meanwhile, he is well known in the furniture business as probably the best refurbisher around and is solicited constantly to join one company or another. Last week one of these stores made him an offer he couldn't refuse....his own. Almost $20,000 more a year, a bidding war resulted and I'm already pondering new appliances and hair streaks.

Hubby is doing this for us, his family, yet he can't shake the abandonment feeling, the guilt he feels for leaving this company of only one year. This is something I don't understand because I have left some companies with great relief, one company I stormed out twice because I forgot my car keys in the desk drawer and needed to go back and get them.

Usually when one gives notice you are escorted off the premises and are paid out your notice, but not this time....seems this store is going to hang on to hubby until the very last moment.

This particular company has fucked up...they closed down the British Columbia warehouse to relocate all their goods to Kent location, as in Washington USA. They anticipated this cut would save storage fees. Nope. First of all, everyone knows you don't try to do deliveries between two countries. You don't hire on the cheapest delivery company to squeeze in every last piece of furniture being sold in British Columbia, and have that furniture delivered to customer off this truck. This truck needs to return to Kent, Washington....and if can't deliver all it's goods....it will show up at hubby's dock. Period.

This scheme smelled like warehouse ever since fat bulbous boss from Boston spewed his cigar breath on the gaining Canadian dollar.

I feel particularly sorry for this company because fat American suit quit a few months later after making these huge changes...and joined a competitor.

Idiots.