Vinegar Boy
VainGlorious
A fascinating tale of a young drone's ethical standards when all
around him fume breeders, brats and incompetent colleagues.
This guy is reasonably articulate. He will will likely find success
one day.
It's long, but worth the effort.
- TR
The “Vinegar Boy” Saga, as told by Aaron
Thursday, April 3
This is what happens when I swap work hours with the day shift - I get
all their weirdoes!
About 2 pm today, in storms this woman who starts going totally
apeshiat at me and screaming incoherently while waving around a
half-full bottle of malt vinegar.
I had no idea what she was on about and, before I could find out, the
police arrived - but I hadn't called them!
Now, I know nearly every cop within fifty miles of my site (I call
them all often enough), so when they come in, I greet them by name and
they do the same back and tell me they've been called here because of
allegations I've poisoned a small child.
Wuh?
The crazy lady identifies herself as the kid's parent and tells them I
poisoned her lad. To avoid describing twenty minutes of ranting and
gibbering on the woman's part, I'll cut right to the chase.
I had sold a 1L bottle of malt vinegar to a kid (about fifteen years
old) that morning and he had taken the bottle home and drunk half of
it - yes that's right, he had drunk vinegar. Of course, he got sick as
a dog and "redecorated" the walls and floor of several rooms.
[No, I do not know why a teenager, who should be old enough to know
better (and be at school too, for that matter) would drink half a
litre of malt vinegar.]
At this point the cops and I exchange looks and one said, "Damn Aaron,
and we all thought you had finally snapped." Ha ha. There's always a
comedian.
The woman demanded that I be arrested, but the police weren't buying
it now that they knew the situation. She eventually relented on her
demands that I be be thrown in jail, but demanded an apology from me
for "failing to tell her son not to drink vinegar."
I said, "I don't tell people not to stick the fuel nozzle up their
nose and fill their brainpan with diesel either. And do you know why?
Because most people aren't that stupid!"
End result: I refuse to apologize, and stand firm by my statements
that her child is a moron. She demands apology, threatens to sue for
slander, and promises to return tomorrow when the manager is here.
And I thought the loons only came out after dark
I'm curious to see what sort of reaction she'll get from my half-wit
manager if she comes back. But knowing him, he'll probably apologize
to her, and make a new rule that all staff will have to tell people
not to chug-a-lug vinegar
Monday, April 7
She came back in! This time she apparently brought both the
vinegar-drinker and her husband.
I got the call from my manager around noon today after they had been
in to see him. The story they gave him was, unsurprisingly, very
different from how it happened.
In their revised version, the kid asked me whether or not you could
drink vinegar and I said yes. However, since we now have cameras that
record sound (I don't know how I ever got along without them!), the
manager played back the transaction to them. Apparently she now claims
we edited out the sound
Despite all that, my worthless sack of shiat manager caved in to them
and apologized, and told me on the phone that he wanted me to write
them a letter of apology.
THAT was never going to happen and, after an extended argument, with
my manager using the "saying sorry does not mean you accept blame, it
just means you're sorry" speech, he's decided to write one for me
which he tells me I have to sign.
Well, that's never going to happen either. He can sign the damn thing
himself if he wants, but there's no way I'll be apologizing to this
stupid woman because of her stupid child.
So much for unwinding on my days off .
Tuesday, April 8
A lot of nasty stuff happened today.
My manager called me again today and told me to come in to work for a
meeting. He wouldn't say why, but I guessed it was either about
Vinegar Boy or the recent hassles we've been having with 'Sudsy', the
drug dealer I had arrested, and his junky horde.
When I get in to work, I find my store manager (SM), the territory
manager (TM), the stupid mother, and Vinegar Boy all there.
Can you spell 'ambush'? My manager can.
We go out to the back office, and my SM and the TM tell me off in
front of the idiot family for failing to exercise due care in selling
a fifteen year old boy a bottle of vinegar. The TM tells me to
apologize immediately. I ask, for what should I apologize?
The stupid mother chose this moment to pipe up and screech, "I want
you to say sorry for telling my son it was okay to drink vinegar - he
could have DIED!"
I reply that I never did any such thing, and told her that her son was
either grossly in error or a liar.
Both my SM and the TM again say to apologize - and now they want me to
say sorry for calling the kid a liar. I say I have nothing to
apologize for, and that I never told the kid it was okay to drink
vinegar.
At this point I should point out that I managed to keep my temper
under check for the entire time, even though I was extremely angry at
being ambushed. I figured there was a time and a place to unleash it,
and that it could wait for a little while.
Then the TM says that they know I did tell Vinegar Boy it was okay,
they have it on film (technically, we have it on computer disk, but
who's quibbling?). I ask to see the replay and if, from that viewing I
am seen to tell the kid it is okay to drink vinegar, not only will I
apologize, I will donate my last month's salary to the kid as
restitution.
The mother goes off about how we edited the footage to remove my words
and the manager started to get a bit shifty. The TM looked curious
about all this, and I thought that if the TM really hadn't seen the
footage, I might get out of this with my manager getting his lazy arse
kicked right out of the company.
Silly me - like that was going to happen.
So, at the TM's insistence, we watch the footage and sure enough, all
I say to the kid is to greet him, tell him the price, count him his
change, and a goodbye as he leaves.
The TM looked pretty angry and glared at my SM, but said nothing.
Nothing! He then repeats his demands to apologize.
I was floored by this. The TM saw I did nothing wrong, and still
demanded I grovel to this sack of waste after he and my SM publicly
abused me in front of her.
I refused to apologize (again!) and this time, demanded an apology
from both the SM and TM for ambushing me, attempting to humiliate me
in front of a proven liar and for trying to get me to apologize to
Vinegar Boy and his mother.
The TM told me to apologize, or I would be suspended for a week and
written up. I say, "Fine" and walk out with the stupid woman trailing
me and gloating at how I got what I deserved. As I get to the door,
the SM comes out and says, "If you walk out the door, don't bother to
come back!"
I didn't even pause.
When I got home, I had nearly a dozen messages from work on my
machine, but I deleted them without listening to them. I've now
changed the message on my machine telling my ex-SM that anything he
has to say to me can now be done through the union and to stop calling
my number - of course he hasn't listened and has called me at least
another fifty times since I got home.
When I had calmed down a bit, I called the site owner to see if he
could take a look at what happened. The owner of my site is a totally
cool guy, he's been in the fuel business since Henry Ford was a boy
and is very clued-in. But as he's semi-retired now, it's pretty hard
to get into contact with him. I did manage to catch his wife, so I
explained things to her.
Tomorrow, I'm going to my union rep to see about suing those sons of
biatches till they farking bleed.
But right now, despite how angry I am at what happened, there's a big
upswelling of sheer, unadulterated joy bubbling to the surface because
I'm free of that damn craphole, and I'll be making my SM's and TM's
life hell for as long and as hard as is humanly possible.
Thursday, April 10
Well, a lot's happened in the last two days!
Yesterday:
- I decided to start listening to the messages on my machine again,
both the store manager (SM) and territory manager (TM) left a large
number of very unpleasant messages about how I should be disgusted
with myself for leaving them in the lurch with the irate mother*, and
that I was a 'bad' employee and worthless sack of shiat. The list of
personal and professional insults was quite long, and I got it all on
tape. Both the TM and SM told me that I was never welcome at the
company again, and they will tell all the other petrol stations in the
area about me.
* I didn't mention this in my last post, but when I left the store
after the incident, Vinegar Boy's mother followed me out saying how I
"got what I deserved". As soon as I was outside (and out of the range
of our in-store cameras) I let her have a huge blast of bile. Not my
best moment, and I'm not proud of myself, as I don't believe in using
foul language in front of women. But I forgot myself this once.
- Had meeting with union rep at 11 am and explained the situation.
Took the answering machine tapes with me. He got a union lawyer on the
phone then and there, and she came over in less than five minutes.
- Lawyer says I have a very good case, as the answering machine tapes
alone indicate I was forced out of the job due to hostile working
conditions. She gets all the papers I need to sign and goes off to
file them with the court.
- I get home and get swamped with phone calls from my coworkers asking
what the hell happened. The SM is telling them not only Vinegar Boy's
version of the story, but that I told the SM and TM to "get farked",
so they had to fire me, but they all wanted to hear my version of
events. That last part, about swearing at them, is NOT true. I held my
tongue until I was out of the store.
- By 4pm, the lawyer calls me to tell me she had already served my
ex-manager (at home, no less), the TM and head office with papers
indicating intent to sue etc, and had subpoenaed (if that's the word)
the security camera footage from the sale that started it all, the
initial incident with the mother, the first meeting between the
manager and the mother, and the final incident where I walked out.
- 4:30pm, I'm now getting messages on my machine from the manager
telling me he was joking about firing me and that he wants me to come
into work as usual. TM calls and leaves message that it has all been a
huge misunderstanding, and he wants me to come in so we can work it
out. How spineless can you get?
- 5pm comes and I get a call from the owner who is very upset. My
ex-SM had left him a message after I walked out (and before I left my
message with his wife), which basically went along the same lines as
the lies he was telling my coworkers. But, as he had only just got
home from interstate, he ended up getting the SM's message, my
message, and the union lawyer's message all at the same time. Ouch!
That's gotta hurt. We arrange to meet tomorrow after he has had a
chance to look at all the footage.
Today:
- Another meeting with the union rep and the lawyer (Super Lawyer!).
Basically updating me on everything the lawyer did yesterday - which I
already know - and detailing their own conversation with my ex-SM who
is now apparently claiming it was all a huge misunderstanding on my
part, and that he never told me to never come back. The union guy told
me he then started playing back one of the nasty messages the S.O.B.
had left on my answering machine, and that my ex-SM hung up
immediately.
- Meet owner. He had reviewed all the tapes and, if anything, was even
more pissed off than I was! I find out what I've suspected for a very
long time - the manger was related to someone at head office. In fact,
he is none other than the territory manager's nephew!
That explains a lot.
The owner tells me he only hired him because the TM promised to keep a
close eye on him, and having a TM on your side can mean a lot of
fringe benefits for a site owner. But, the owner - great, GREAT guy
that he is - decided that enough, was finally, enough.
HE GAVE MY EX-MANAGER 24 HOUR’S NOTICE!!!
This was totally unexpected! For the first time in this whole stupid
affair (it started with a moronic kid drinking vinegar, for the love
of all that's holy!) I was stunned - but in a good way.
The owner has also issued a formal complaint to head office about the
TM for his actions in the whole affair, because he left the company
wide open for lawsuits, not only from me, but from the Vinegar Boy as
well by playing along with the whole thing.
Now, the owner and I aren't really friends - we don't know each other
well enough for that - but we do understand each other very well.
We've both been in the industry for longer than is probably good for
us, and neither tolerates any bullshiat . Beside, I'm the only person
he's ever hired who has lasted more than a month working the Thursday
- Sunday graveyard shifts.
He told me that he understands my actions, and supports me 100%, but
asked me to hold off the court action until we get a response from the
head office about what is going to be done about the TM. I agreed -
provisionally.
I told him that I would settle for nothing less than the TM being
stripped of his post, issued with a written warning about his
behaviour (two of these and you get fired), and getting a public
apology from him.
The owner told me he wanted to see that too. So, for the time being
we've come to an agreement.
- I phoned my union guy and he was okay about it - besides, now that
all the legal paperwork has been filed, nothing else was going to
happen for a long time anyway, until a court date had been set.
Now I’m waiting to see what head office will do. If they let the TM
off the hook, I’m going for his throat. But – and this is a big but –
if they hang him out to dry like he deserves, I will consider the
matter settled.
My anger isn’t directed at the company per se, but at two individuals
who did a very mean thing. One of them has now lost his job and will
probably never work in the industry again. The other….we’ll see.
You know, looking back over all of this, I can’t help but to be struck
by the sheer absurdity of it all. What started with a kid who is so
unimaginably stupid as to drink vinegar ends up with me walking out,
my store manager getting fired and - whatever happens next - a lot of
change is about to happen in my life.
I think of all the stuff I’ve done at work, all the insane events I’ve
witnessed, all the insane people I’ve dealt with, and all it took was
a bottle of vinegar to change everything. There’s probably a lesson in
that somewhere, but I’ll be buggered if I can see it.
Friday, April 11
Not much happened today, just a couple of things to note.
My ex-ex-manger gave me another round of calls today and boy was he
ever pissed - he still hasn't learned not to leave nasty messages on
answering machines. The tapes on my machine are filling up so fast I
had to buy a five pack from the local electronics store to keep up.
I had a lawyer from head office call me. I let him speak to the
machine, as I've once again changed the message on my machine to say,
"Any conversations regarding my previous employment should be directed
to my lawyer at ******”
It seems they want to set up a meeting.
Seeing as how the last meeting I went to for these people resulted in
me being ambushed, I'll let Super Lawyer Lady field this one.
Thursday, April 17
Well, it's been a very busy week for me, but I wanted to wait until I
had something concrete before I posted again. Though I'm not
superstitious by nature, I was worried that I might jinx things.
That said, I am now very happy to report that I have some very happy
news.
I took copies of the answering machine tapes of my ex-manager to the
union rep to hand on to Super Lawyer Lady for advice. I'm not too
worried about anything he would do, as I'm twice his size, but his
rantings were really starting to annoy me. Especially when he started
ringing in the middle of the night. Super Lawyer Lady took the tapes
to the cops and they apparently paid him a visit. I also had to swear
a statutory declaration about the calls and how they were getting
harassing.
I now have a lovely written statement from the cops (a Notice to the
Victim). And my ex-manager, if he ever calls me again or even comes
anywhere near me, will be hit with an A.V.O. (Apprehended Violence
Order) quicker than he can blink.
Since then, he's been no more trouble, and I have an official document
to show any future employers why I don't have a reference from him.
Just this morning, I was driving along the road and had to pull over
when I started laughing again over the sheer absurdity of it all.
I hoped throughout all this to settle things without having to go to
the media. But, if head office tried - even once - to screw me over, I
would have started singing so loud they'd have bled from the ears.
I've been doing everything I possibly can to retain the moral (and
legal) high ground in all of this.
It is because of past nasty experience that I too keep a few months'
worth of pay in the bank. I've been screwed over before by bad
management and bad managers. More than once.
Here we go, back to the bizarre world that is my life:
>> Monday.
Had lunch with the owner. As the Territory Manager (TM), an agent of
head office, was present at the ambush, any legal proceedings will
focus on the company and not on him according to Super Lawyer Lady -
he's relieved, as am I. I both respect and like the owner and didn't
want any of this unpleasantness to rub off on him.
He fills me in on a whole bunch of stuff about my ex-store manager
(SM) that I didn't even suspect, and some of which the owner's only
recently discovered himself from the manager of one of his other sites
who's pulling double duty at my work.
Allegedly (okay I've covered myself), the SM was incompetent beyond
what I had ever thought, and perhaps even a bit shady. All the
paperwork he handled was a total mess, with errors all through it, and
there may even be upcoming problems with the tax office because of it.
The returns are a total mess - i.e., out of date stock and store-use
items. There are so many errors in them that over $2000 worth of stock
has just vanished in the last five months. Out of date items have been
returned to the shelves (I've noticed this myself - and commented on
it in the staff diary), but they have been credited to stock-keeping
as well. What this means is that the manager was allegedly getting
refunds for unusable/out of date stock from the suppliers (but not
disposing of it or handing it over to them) and then selling the
stock! None of the money from those transactions has yet been
accounted for.
The owner has been reviewing as much of the security tapes as he can,
and has noticed massive discrepancies in the hours when the SM said he
was working and the hours he actually bothered to show up. I've
complained for ages that the SM only worked, at most, four hours a
day, and left piles of work for the staff to do that he was
responsible for. Seems he may have been allegedly lying when it came
to writing up his hours and getting paid.
The list goes on and on. What the SM did to me was just the straw that
broke the camel's back, so to speak. But I live in hope that the owner
will be taking his own legal action (or possibly a baseball bat )
against my ex-SM.
>>Tuesday.
Another meeting with the union rep. Head office has arranged a meeting
to discuss what happened, and union rep, Super Lawyer and myself will
be attending it on Wednesday. We spend many hours going through it all
again, and taking as many notes as we can on the events and all that
has happened since. If you think these post are long, you should have
seen how many pages we filled up during our meeting.
I find another call from head office on my machine when I get home.
They now ask to set up a private meeting. They call back and I let
them speak to the machine again. I call the union rep and play him the
message. He said it was a good sign.
In the evening, I get a call from Super Lawyer saying a tentative
court date has been set for October. I know the courts are clogged,
but this is ridiculous! I tell her about the new message from head
office, and she also says it's a good sign.
>>Wednesday.
Have brunch with manager today before the big meeting. He tells me a
bunch of old 'war stories' from his days as a console operator and
wishes me luck. No more updates on the alleged mismanagement of my
ex-SM.
The big meeting:
I rock up with union rep and Super Lawyer at head office in Melbourne.
Greeted by secretary and asked to wait. An hour and a half later, we
are still waiting. Super Lawyer says this is a standard tactic. We
wait another half hour, then tell secretary we're leaving.
We leave.
At this point, I was thinking about all the talk of "good signs" being
BS and - I admit - feeling a bit down. I thought I had put on my good
suit for nothing, and that head office was going to try and screw me
over and was just playing with me. I chain-smoked nearly a whole pack
of cigarettes on the drive back to the union rep's office.
Back at the union rep's office, he finds he has a message from head
office. Super Lawyer calls them back and really tears them a new one
over the phone. I mean, I've seen some great rants and abuse over the
years, but this lady totally blew me away. Pity she's married, I think
I'm in love. Awesome doesn't even begin to describe it - I'm surprised
the phone didn't melt! I am SO glad she's on my side.
We go back to head office.
After waiting for barely a minute we go in.
From this point on, I'm afraid I cannot be as detailed as I like about
what happened. When I started employment, I signed the standard
non-disclosure agreement about certain aspects of the job (which I've
bent more than a few times) and I’ve been told by Super Lawyer to stay
mum, even with my family, about some of what was said. I also signed a
legally binding agreement this afternoon that prevents me from saying
what happened in certain parts of the meeting and regarding certain
aspects of this whole affair.
But what I can say is this:
The company admitted no wrongdoing and pointed the finger squarely at
the TM and his nephew, my ex-SM. They weren't very happy when I
revealed that I knew about their relationship to each other. By the
way, "weren't very happy" is probably the understatement of the year.
Super Lawyer told them about the trial date and reminded them, in
point by point detail, of everything that had happened so far, which
could be verified by the security tapes and now also, by the owner and
the site's new manager.
A lot of legal talk went on about "abridgement of responsibility" (I'm
still not quite sure what that means in context) and what the legal
consequences could have been if I had caved in. I think she was
basically pushing the point that by refusing to admit responsibility
by apologizing, I effectively saved the company from huge potential
lawsuits from the Vinegar-drinking family.
I think.
The TM has now been pushed into a non-administrative role recording
fuel transportation details and gave me a (semi) public apology in the
office area outside the meeting room and in front of the union rep,
Super Lawyer, both lawyers from head office, the State Controller, the
Human Resources Coordinator, and about ten assorted workers from
adjoining offices who came to see what was going on with all the loud
voices. It was very satisfying to watch him turn a dozen shades of red
as he read from his apology notes. I hope it hurt. A lot.
The bastard is still in the company, and even though he wasn't issued
with a written warning, I am content that he will never be in a
position to abuse his power again. The State Controller was very
adamant about that and there are half a dozen witnesses to that
effect.
That was all the formal stuff out of the way. The next part of the
meeting (and the next two days) dealt with what to do with me and once
again, I can say very little about it.
It was accepted that I was not to be held any way responsible for the
actions of Vinegar Boy, and that I acted "Admirably" under extreme
duress (I quite like that part). My termination of employment has been
rendered null and void, I'm getting a 10% raise, and am being moved to
from part-time to full-time status, with all the health and holiday
benefits that come with it. Because of my position as Health & Safety
officer, I'm also receiving a 5% pay increase for every hour I work,
commensurate with my extra duties. Previously, I didn't get anything
for it except for two or three meetings a month, which I was paid
standard rate to attend.
I'm also receiving full back pay for all the hours I've missed -
adjusted to my new rate - since this exploded.
As for the legal case for being forced out of work due to hostile
working conditions and the hundred-and-one violations of my worker's
rights, that has now been settled. I REALLY can't say anything about
that.
>> Thursday & Friday:
Meeting, meetings, meetings. Mostly lawyers talking to each other in a
language beyond my ken. I sign this, I sign that, I don't sign the
other.
So, the end result:
Store Manager - out on his arse and may be charged by police.
Territory Manager - demoted, apologized, and now hated with a passion
by his superiors because of what he caused them to have to do.
Me - returning to work next week and at a comfortably increased rate
of pay and now with holiday and health benefits .
If I ever see the Vinegar Family, I intend to throw them out of the
store while giving them a few choice words. I doubt anyone at my site
will want to serve them after what they caused.
I'll be going in to work on Tuesday to meet my new manager (please be
a good one, please be a good one) and I'll ask about having their
pictures put up behind the console and permanently banned.
If head office does decide to hold a grudge, I have Super Lawyer's
card and can always contact her through the union, so I should be
covered.
Thursday, April 24
Well, I worked my first shift tonight since the...incident...and it
feels like everything is finally back to normal. Well, as normal as my
work ever gets.
Had a whole bunch of customers ask where I had been - not that they
missed me or anything, but now they knew they weren't going to be
getting away with murder anymore.
And with my comfy raise, I hardly even got mad when two drunken yobbos
vomited over the store window (from the outside), and I had to hose
them down to get them off the site; or the junkie I caught trying to
shoot up in the cleaning products aisle, or the gang of wannabe
townies camped out by the car wash trying to browbeat customers into
buying smokes for them, and who I kept taunting over the PA when they
failed (until the cops arrived to escort them all home); or the
strange lady who thought my petrol station was part of the airport, or
the.. well you all know what my Thursday nights are like.
tmc...@searchmachine.com
wrote:
> I found this on Fark.
>
> old) that morning and he had taken the bottle home and drunk half of
> it - yes that's right, he had drunk vinegar. Of course, he got sick as
> a dog and "redecorated" the walls and floor of several rooms.
> [No, I do not know why a teenager, who should be old enough to know
> better (and be at school too, for that matter) would drink half a
> litre of malt vinegar.]
The little moron must be so stunningly stupid that he thought malt
vinegar was the same as malt liquor. The idiot was clearly trying to
get drunk. Here's hoping he's still puking!
TMcLone
tmc...@searchmachine.com
wrote:
>
dealing with the moo. If I had been told that it was "my" fault that a
15 year old drank vinegar, I would have asked the moo why on earth her
special ed crotch-dropping had been allowed out without its home
health aid.
Many, many moons ago, in a former career, I had an acronym for clients
like this, "TDTL", or "too dumb to live". The truly too-stupid-to-
remember-to-breathe clients ended up in my "hall of feeb fame", which
I kept as a caution to newbies on the reference desk that with some
students you just can't underestimate their intelligence enough. Gawd,
how much do I NOT miss that job!
You'd have thought the moo would have been mortified to admit that her
runt was that dim, but I guess not. Wow. Just, wow.
TMcLone
elizabeth
snip
> This is one of the most extraordinary things I've ever read. I'm so
> happy that it worked out so well for the drone, even tho returning to
> work was back to situation normal. What kind of filling stations do they
> have in Oz?
Look at AssOzOne . . . they grow 'em up dafter than 'roos on crack
down under, mate.
VainGlorious
<kata...@earthlink.net> wrote:
>On Wed, 17 Oct 2007 21:50:19 -0700 VainGlorious
>(enoid8...@THIScomcast.net) stepped to the mic and said...
>
>> I found this on Fark.
>>
>> A fascinating tale of a young drone's ethical standards when all
>> around him fume breeders, brats and incompetent colleagues.
>>
>> This guy is reasonably articulate. He will will likely find success
>> one day.
>>
>> It's long, but worth the effort.
>>
>> - TR
>>
>>
>This is one of the most extraordinary things I've ever read. I'm so
>happy that it worked out so well for the drone, even tho returning to
>work was back to situation normal. What kind of filling stations do they
>have in Oz?
What I find most fascinating about this story isn't the stupidity of
Vinegar Boy and his fucked-up, evil Moo. It's the confirmation of my
conclusion that in most corporate organizations, integrity is found
only at the levels of the founder (usually) and the rank-and-file
(usually).
The managers in this saga were all crass, greedy, selfish idiots. The
writer, who exists at the lowest rung of the corporation, had better
social skills, better management skills, better judgment and better
morals than the "home office" clowns making 5 times his salary in
their positions of power.
Granted, most workers think they know more than the "suits" do.
Sometimes they're right, sometimes they're wrong. I'm glad that my
company (a Japanese company) is run intelligently by a group of smart
(mostly smart) people. I love my Japanese overlords!
I think you could take 90% of middle managers and "vice presidents" of
American corporations and throw them into a furnace without negatively
affecting the company's operations in the slightest. Yet all we ever
hear about is how awful unions are and how heroic corporate suits are.
This story puts that mindset to shame.
- TR
Millenium Hand&Fish
> I found this on Fark.
>
> A fascinating tale of a young drone's ethical standards when all
> around him fume breeders, brats and incompetent colleagues.
Thinking of SM. It's fascinating to see how that collection of
behaviors is so often found together:
Cheats on and probably steals from his employers
Abusive to those under him
Rolls over and submits to abuse when there is nothing forcing him to
Lies to others
Can't tell truth from lies when someone lies to him
Relies on contacts, friends, nepotism rather than testing himself
against the world
I wonder what his marriage is like, if he has one.
MH&F.
h
"Millenium Hand&Fish" <jw...@sbcglobal.net> wrote in message
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>
> I wonder what his marriage is like, if he has one.
>
> MH&F.
Probably like all the marriages on "Mad Men".
TMcLone
>
Marten Kemp
> I found this on Fark.
>
> A fascinating tale of a young drone's ethical standards when all
> around him fume breeders, brats and incompetent colleagues.
>
> This guy is reasonably articulate. He will will likely find success
> one day.
>
> It's long, but worth the effort.
I originally saw this a while back on customerssuck.com.
Absolutely fascinating trainwreck told by an articulate
narrator.
I've never been able to look at an Aaron's[0] sign without
a small snark.
[0] Megastore-type place here in .fl.us.
Sean
No, it is you who is so stunningly stupid. Grab yourself a bottle of malt
vinegar, take a few swigs and see if you can still believe this story. It
is crap. No one is likely to take more than a very small sip of malt
vinegar before they realize that there is no future in drinking more of it.
Like much of the stuff I have been googling on this group, it is pure crap.
But if you're dumb enough to believe it ...?
Sean
tom c
pot kettle black. mooomy let you play with the computer again, to bad.
Curtis R Anderson
> I've never been able to look at an Aaron's[0] sign without
> a small snark.
>
>
> [0] Megastore-type place here in .fl.us.
The "rent-to-own" chain which gouges the poorest of the poor?
--
Curtis R. Anderson, Co-creator of "Gleepy the Hen", still
"In Heaven there is no beer / That's why we drink it here ..."
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Marten Kemp
> Marten Kemp wrote:
>
>> I've never been able to look at an Aaron's[0] sign without
>> a small snark.
>> [0] Megastore-type place here in .fl.us.
>
> The "rent-to-own" chain which gouges the poorest of the poor?
Yeah, I think so. I've never inquired.
--
-- Marten Kemp
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