Escape from Moses Lake

After going through all the BS with the job in Moses Lake and having to drive my family back through a blizzard in order to open the office the morning after Thanksgiving, I decided I needed to get out of there. Blaze was six years old, starting the first grade and living with her mother in the Salem area. Mrs. Pirate and I knew very few people in Moses Lake. Both of our families lived in Oregon and we were growing tired of the two seasons in Moses Lake, Washington; brown and white.

The company eventually let my boss go because of the time he missed over his son's hunting accident. I went to the VPs of the company and asked if there was a way I could get transferred back to one of the three offices in Oregon. They told me that I was needed in Moses Lake to help the new boss out and help them work with our dealerships. "The new guy needs to get comfortable in Moses Lake before we transfer anyone".

The new guy came and he was as miserable of a person that I had ever met. He hated everything and had no problem expressing his dislike with the staff, the dealers, the weather in Moses Lake (which is tough to handle at first). This guy was addicted to being miserable. No one could possibly be as constantly miserable unless they worked at it. I knew I had to get out of there but the VPs had virtually told me to forget about it until the new boss was comfortable and I never saw that as a possibility. And Mrs. Pirate had a contract through the end of the school year, so we had to bide our time.

Then in March, that following spring, I get a call from the VPs at 4 pm on a Friday night and am told I will report to the Eugene office the next Monday morning at 8 am, or no transfer until another time. I figured they were just yanking my chain because I was always a good boy and did what they wanted me to. It was obvious to me they were throwing this out to showe they were trying to be in my corner but I would never take the immediate transfer because iof the family situation. I was an up and comer and would jump through their hoops at their whim.

Mrs. Pirate supported me and told me to go for it. She could handle her job and the new born, Jock by herself. So I loaded up my pickup on the following Sunday morning and headed south for Eugene, leaving the wife and baby alone until the end of the school year except for the occasional weekend.

I landed in a flea bitten motel in a bad part of Eugene that took less then a week to improve my understanding of the porn world. Paper thin walls and an hourly rate for the rooms were a learning process for this country boy. Eventually I moved to a reputable motel and left my moaning and role playing friends behind.

At first I thought the office was going to be the best place I guy could work. There was me and six other co-workers, all women. I thought how can this be bad? Well, it was hell. My co-workers operated a lot like a pack of wolves, moving across the the terrain salivating from the mouth with their tails deceptively wagging as they were in search of prey.

These six women were the most vicious humans I have ever met. They had a new victim every other day that they could devour which usually was a temp. At least twice a week the pack would turn on one of the other women and shred her from limb to limb until she was a disposed carcase lying in the middle of her own blood. Then they would nurse her back to health and turn on a new victim among them. Luckily they left me alone in that catagory for the first six months.

I was able to make it back home to Mrs. Pirate and Jock one weekend a month that the company paid for. The rest of our love was spent on the phone until the weekend prior to Independence Day. Four months of living in a motel room and fending off the pack in the office. I did manage to eat at ever Chinese restuarant in the Eugene/Springfield area and kept notes of which ones were better.

I had no idea how mean and ruthless women could be to each other in an office situation. It was my first experience in the gender battle ground. Though they were all nice looking to a fault, they all had played the part of a sweet young lady, looking for a career and a good man. But in reality they were battle worn and spiteful. Each one of them put on the airs of being sophisticated and well bred but they were only trying to make each other feel safe and hoping one would drop their guard so the others could lunge into the her weak spot and eat out her core.

Then around the holidays at the end of the year their targets became more random and they began to consider me as new prey. After one week of covering my back and family jewels I was able to find an exit door. I spent more and more time on the road visiting clients and potential new clients. Prior to cell phones I began to increase the revenues of the office from the company car.

Then it finally happened. It was an early Thursday morning and one of the VPs, John Lobland was doing an audit of our office and I happened to be in the office at 6 am and I was planning a company road trip to Eastern Oregon when the VP summond me to his office. At a few minutes after 6 am I sat there while this arrogantly disconnected nub began to read me the riot act. He began to blame me for problems in the office even though I was only the third highest ranking person in the office but I was the only male and had a natural position above the others (at least that was his thinking). He was standing and shouting at me at this early hour about things only the manager was responsible for or could possibly change. This was a man that I had put thousands of dollars in his back pocket from bonuses and company accallodes over the last three years. A man that I had put my own life aside for to garner his favor. And all he could do was take is discontent for the Eugene office out on me. I guess unlike the office manager I was not sleeping with him and I had proven over the last three years I would take his crap. He went on for about 45 minutes of how I owed him for me being transferred to Oregon and how he had went to bat for me and all. It became clear to me right then that he was a self-consumed liar and did not deserve my loyality.

I asked to be excused for a minute and went to my office. I called and asked Mrs. Pirate if she truley loved me she would back what I was about to do. And she affirmed she did. I went back into the VPs office and bascially told him where to put his job. I never looked back.

Though it was tough to find a good job for awhile it was worth it. I found many day or two jobs that paid for hard physical labor and under the table the money came. There were no suits to be worn to these types of jobs but the people were better and the wolf pack was behind me.

The lessons were learned and I moved on.


Peace...