Monday, March 20, 2006
My Bosses Leave Town For a Week
It is 8:32 a.m. on Monday morning. I am in San Francisco, very close to Ghirardelli Square. I am stoned out of my mind. Bobby Brown's "Roni" just came on my internet radio station. In the office kitchen I have a bagel waiting to be toasted. I have whipped chive-flavored cream cheese, tomatoes, cucumber, and alfafa sprouts to put on my bagel. While I am toasting it to perfection, I will cut up my vegetables with great care. On the bus this morning I was cured of the collective neurosis that afflicts all humanity. It has just begun to rain. I love the rain more than almost anything else in the world. Now Ella Fitzgerald is singing "Why Was I Born?" I am a master of the universe.
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well.....Did ya cum!!??
It's not the smoking. It's the incompetence and no work ethic. Doing a job half-assed, full of mistakes and low quality. That's why you never got more challenging tasks. You are not capable. But, the funny thing is you think you are an Intellectual? LOL! Hilarious. At 27, I was making over 100k and, still had time for my "pursuits". You will be lucky to get a part-time job as a HS teacher. University? Forget about it! You're writing is marginal at best and, Univesitys are guess what? Corporations. Standards must be met. Slackers don't get published. Take a long hard look in the mirror to see an average guy with Pretensions and delusions of great intellectualism. MENSA? Joke, you wouldn't get into NAMBLA.
Wow. That guys grammar and spelling is dyno-mite!
Okay Louisa. Throughout my brief tenure at your office, I spared you my opinion of you and your lifestyle for my own benefit. I have things that I wish to accomplish that made it worth the trouble. Firing me didn't change that; I was ready to go my way and let you go yours. However, when you show up on my website for the sole purpose of pestering me, when you take time out of your supposedly busy day to give me the proverbial kick when I'm down, I have no recourse but to defend myself.
The simple fact that you would take time out of your supposedly busy day to post a comment on my website speaks volumes. If your job, your marriage, and your life truly fulfilled you, I would think that you would have gotten rid of me and forgotten about me the minute I walked out of the door. Instead you decide to post a comment on my website giving me the benefit of your unsolicited opinion. So you were making 100k a year when you were 27? Great. I wouldn't have traded places with you. I wouldn't trade places with you now. You place a great deal of value on money and appearances. You work very hard to maintain a youthful, laid-back image. I don't care, that's your business. But please do not confuse a personality conflict with "no work ethic". I wasn't the sycophant you were looking for, so I was fired.
Contrary to what you'd like to believe, I too have made it in the corporate world, and after my stellar experience working for you I'm contemplating a return to it. Perhaps then I won't be subjected to Fox News. Perhaps then I won't have to hear you and your husband arguing in the office when I'm trying to work. Wherever I want to go, I will get there, as I have always done, and I will have no ill thoughts about you along the way. I know that wherever I end up, you will still be where you are right now- unhappy.
In closing, I implore you to never visit my website again. You are not welcome here, and if you do show up here again I will waste no time in unleashing the collective force of a group of people who will examine your badly typed comments and make you feel very, very foolish. Go back to the life you've chosen, and stay away from me.
How the hell did she find this site anyway? Temporary internet files...maybe?
Oh, and anybody who spells "universities" as "universitys" has no business commenting on the writing of others- let alone their intellectual capacity.
Hi Louisa, I'm Tom's mother. Of course I want to defend the son that I love and that every mother wants to have. You should be so lucky someday to have a son half as wonderful as Tom. My friends have told me that for many, many years. Obviously you didn't get to know him and that is your loss. I know how he's interacted in other offices, in school, and with his friends, and it was a personality thing with you and nothing more. My son has accomplished so much in his short 27 years I hardly believe you could possibly compare at age 27. There is no prouder moment for a mother than to see her son receive double degrees, Magna Cum Laude in both, and watch him stand to be honored in four honor societies. And that does not even cover all the honors he's received and lives he's touched in his short 27 years. He's a very funny, smart, caring and loving person to his friends and family. The only wrong thing he did at your office was to not quit a month or more ago.
I'm pretty sure someone ratted me off.
Well, I do believe my mother put it best when she said you would be so lucky to have a son like Tom. For my 23 years on this earth he has been nothing short of an amazing brother. He has defended me, been my best friend and someone I knew I could count on any any minute of any day. A bit cliche but it's true. But you will never know him like this and you probably don't know anyone like this. I actually would pity someone who became your child. Not because of what I have heard of your marriage, but because of the complete lack of character you would be passing down. Give me a break. Going on to someone's PERSONAL website after you fire them to post an immature comment ranting about what you believe you know of them. If you really had the self confidence to know you made the right decision you wouldn't feel the need to do that. Did you actually think you would get support on here? And talk about a bad move for someone who owns a company. Your business relationships must be more fake than Pamela Anderson's boobs. Oh, and one last thing, Hunter S. Thompson could have been viewed as a slacker due to his drug use but you must know how influential his writing was. So, learn to stop judging people by their hobbies. I can guarantee you will never forget my brother. You will always wonder how wrong you were I wouldn't be surprised if one day you knew.
So, kiss my ass, leave him alone and get a life or whatever it is you need to do.
Oh, Snap!
My bitches be lookin out for me. Much love.
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