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…?
Maybe he deserves it. I think most people are destroyed by windfalls, plus it is in Canadian dollars.
ReplyDeleteMe, I can live on what the Lord provides.
Fitty
You can't win if you don't play! Look on the bright side G, that BSOS...(Bloated Sack Of Shit) may not live long enough to really enjoy the windfall!
ReplyDeleteChutes Magoo
I agree with Chutes. He probably only has another 18 months left on the odometer, whether he knows it or not.
ReplyDeleteI worked with a POS named Bard Miles. He was a miserable person to work with and was even worse outside of work.
He had "the big one" three days before he was scheduled to retire. At work, people HAD to deal with him. Outside of work he had nobody, no life, no interests, nobody he would twist around the axle to amuse himself.
You could always start a betting pool on how long he will make it.