Peter - thanks for the encouraging words, but the main thing always in my mind was, and still is, “Who will buy or read a book containing an autobiography of Joe Bloggs life?” They would sooner read about the exploits of Errol Flynn, for one. (Ghost written - - ) I could of course write it as an observer, of someone else’s life - supposedly, but that also would receive scant attention IMHO. That would allow me to embroider it, for the sake of readers, but it wouldn’t be my life, as I’ve lived it.
I wouldn’t say I crave success, but if you spend time doing something and then find no-one is interested it can be disheartening, though I have accepted that after many years of being good at my job, and not being thanked for the outcome, was a normal part of life. Even worse when you do something exceptional and it isn’t rewarded with a pay rise, they just want more from you. There would be a lot of that in such a book.
Also the parting comment, as you leave for a better position “We are sorry to see you go, and we were about to give you a rise” (yeah - thank’s a lot!) On the other hand, a few did say “We don’t want you to go, but seems you’ve made your mind up; if you ever wish to return, there’s always a job here for you” - now that was reassuring! I didn’t add “So for more money?” as that was the driving force.
Only truly satisfying leaving comment was my last job in Canada. Long story, I won’t bore you with it, but they were about to lose a franchise, and the boss, who everyone called Cy (Cyrus?) and was a friend to all, called me in, and asked for an opinion as to whether they should fight to keep it or give it up? I gave him an honest appraisal of what I thought, knowing I was talking myself out of the job, and told him to let it go, detailing why. He sat and looked at me, and then said “Thank you for a honest opinion, I appreciate it” He then said, to my surprise “But I don’t want you to leave us, we’ve never had an estimator”, (My fault really, as I could do far more than just estimate, but I never told them.) I then told him why they didn’t need me, and this time it was his turn to look surprised. Then he said those famous words - “If ever - - -”
I thanked him, and left Canada a few days later. Another bad choice, but hey, my life is full of them. I had three other companies offering me work, but turned them all down, for what seemed logical reasons at the time. Looking back, I did have good reasons. Leaving Canada? Never sure, it was a better and more rewarding time in my life. As my mother used to say “Make your bed, and lay in it”, but I went with the wind.
A la chocalot - - - -