Now. That's when.
When the economy bottoms out and you tell yourself you're lucky to have a job, that's when they've got you. You are their bitch. You will work nights. You will work weekends. You will plaster a smile on your face and pretend that you have nothing better to do at night and on weekends than to sit in your cube and sweat out the work.
It's similar to the real estate market. Your employer is the buyer and you are the seller. Right now, it's a buyer's market. You are not going to close the deal on your own terms. Inspections will uncover tiny things that wouldn't matter in a seller's market. Your pride and joy will be taken from you for a fraction of its worth. You will agree to fix the smallest and biggest problems. You will do what it takes, no matter what the price. You can't afford not to.
As if the eeeek-onomy isn't enough of an emergency, I now face a mountain of work in Cube City that's got to be done by a skeleton crew in a matter of a few days, nights, and weekends. I'm not sure I can close the deal this quickly, but I will do what it takes. I just want to get it sold.
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