100 years ago my national sales manager was a great, big, fat fucken fwenchman that - like most fwench-canadiains (lowercase letters intentional, hork, spit…!) my sales manager was a complete garbage pile of human trash. My customers hated him. The company employees hated him. I would have loved to seen him slowly fed to a wood chipper, or maybe watched him get run over by a steam roller!
But the owner must have seen something in him. Without a word of a lie I saw that fat fwench cnut drive off any number of capable, loyal employees. He personally fired half of them and tried to hire morons to replace them afterward. I quit before he could fire me, and laughed like hell as they fired and hired for the next two years trying to replace me. He fired Flapz, he fired Big Al, he fired Al’s inside girl who was the only one in that office that actually worked and got anything done. He royally pissed off some of our biggest customers and killed two key accounts that I know of. If ANYONE deserved to get hit by the bus more… I cannot imagine who it would be. If there was ANYONE that deserved to get flattened by that karmic wheel going round….?
Last weekend I heard through the grapevine that the fwench piece of shit had won 8.6 million in a lottery! And retired.
It says in the Bible not to compare yerself to others, to keep your nose clean and focus on your own life path. But… hell’s bells! I wonder if my Maker is trying to teach me something else with this and maybe I’m not getting it…?
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