I Don’t Think I Was Raised Right

By Jim Hagarty

I worked for a big company for six years.

At the start of the second year, I was called into the boss’s office, told I was doing a great job, and offered a raise I hadn’t asked for.

At the start of the third year, I was called into the boss’s office, told I was doing a great job, and offered a raise I hadn’t asked for.

At the start of the fourth year, I was called into the boss’s office, told I was doing a great job, and offered a raise I hadn’t asked for.

At the start of the fifth year, I was called into the boss’s office, told I was doing a great job, and offered a raise I hadn’t asked for.

At the start of the sixth year, I was called into the boss’s office, told I was doing a great job, and offered a raise I hadn’t asked for.

At the end of the sixth year, I was called into the office and let go for the following reason:

I was making too much money.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.