That's Jamie Lee Curtis as the IRS Auditor in "Everything Everywhere All at Once". Note the Outstanding Performance trophy past her left elbow. Don't know if that's a fat suit or if she actually tubbed-up for the role.
I didn't notice until you pointed it out, but (pun intended) do you suppose it was intentional? It would have to be, right? Some peon with a truly twisted sense of humor.
As far as I'm concerned it all went to hell when the name changed from Personnel to Human Resources. A resource is something you use up then throw in the garbage. Now tell me I am wrong.
Tri-State Expedited Service recently hired an HR lady, mainly because the owner propositioned one secretary too many and had an affair with the director of telemarketing which didn't end well. The rumor was ten large to make her go away.
After I turned in my letter of resignation (You take this job and shove it!) I was instructed to submit to an exit interview if I wanted to see any of the back pay they owed me, and rather than get the legal system involved I acquiesced. We're talking industrial grade joke time here.
She finally asked me what I'd recommend to anyone working at Tri-State. So...
MJ: Have you ever read The Art of War by Sun Tzu? Idiot: No. What's that? MJ: How about The Prince by Niccolò Machiavelli? Idiot: No. MJ: What was you major in college? Idiot: I don't see what that has to do with anything. MJ: Of course not. What about Mein Kampf by Schicklgruber? Idiot: silence, staring at me like a dog watching a ceiling fan. MJ: I'd say start with those three and remember to listen more than you talk.
I left, taking care to shake the dust off my heels. Tri-State Expedited Service was sold fairly recently, but by then the place was circling the drain. The owner and his wife had cashed in their chips and presumably left their one and only heir a nice trust fund managed by someone who could be trusted. The kid was a hopeless alcoholic and not the sharpest tool in the shed.
I worked in a warehouse (Stringfellow Supply Co.) when I was in my late teens in Gainesville Fl., in the early 70's. The woman in charge of the hardware department was named Lillian Williamson. Lillian was a sagging butt, sagging tits, snaggletoothed boufont hairdo, stretch pants with the stirrups that go under the heels wearing, slipon shitty tennis shoe wearing bitch with rindstones on her glasses. Lillian was a real piece of shit that thought she was ONE! HOT! SHIT! GIFT! TO! MAN!. Did I mention that she chain smoked? Anyhoo, every once in a while someone (coulda been me) used to slip a cigarette load into one of her cigs. Word would go out and the entire crew would be hovering around Lillian's work station waiting, pretending to be doing something, hoping to witness the event. POW! Lillian would seethe. I always hoped that she would throw a rod over it but no such luck. The woman in the picture is Miss America compared to 'ol Lillian.
Hmmm, most of our HR ladies are, well, ethnic. And fat. But mostly ethnic.
ReplyDeleteAlso, imagine hooking up with Jamie 40 years ago when she was HOT and coming home to this now.
That's Jamie Lee Curtis as the IRS Auditor in "Everything Everywhere All at Once". Note the Outstanding Performance trophy past her left elbow. Don't know if that's a fat suit or if she actually tubbed-up for the role.
ReplyDeleteI find the shape of that performance trophy to be interesting.
DeleteI didn't notice until you pointed it out, but (pun intended) do you suppose it was intentional? It would have to be, right? Some peon with a truly twisted sense of humor.
DeleteLove it!
This gunt prolly sucks mayo straight out of the jar with her personal metal straw!
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As far as I'm concerned it all went to hell when the name changed from Personnel to Human Resources. A resource is something you use up then throw in the garbage. Now tell me I am wrong.
ReplyDeleteTri-State Expedited Service recently hired an HR lady, mainly because the owner propositioned one secretary too many and had an affair with the director of telemarketing which didn't end well. The rumor was ten large to make her go away.
ReplyDeleteAfter I turned in my letter of resignation (You take this job and shove it!) I was instructed to submit to an exit interview if I wanted to see any of the back pay they owed me, and rather than get the legal system involved I acquiesced. We're talking industrial grade joke time here.
She finally asked me what I'd recommend to anyone working at Tri-State. So...
MJ: Have you ever read The Art of War by Sun Tzu?
Idiot: No. What's that?
MJ: How about The Prince by Niccolò Machiavelli?
Idiot: No.
MJ: What was you major in college?
Idiot: I don't see what that has to do with anything.
MJ: Of course not. What about Mein Kampf by Schicklgruber?
Idiot: silence, staring at me like a dog watching a ceiling fan.
MJ: I'd say start with those three and remember to listen more than you talk.
I left, taking care to shake the dust off my heels. Tri-State Expedited Service was sold fairly recently, but by then the place was circling the drain. The owner and his wife had cashed in their chips and presumably left their one and only heir a nice trust fund managed by someone who could be trusted. The kid was a hopeless alcoholic and not the sharpest tool in the shed.
Why -that inspires me to write another poost, Jack…🥴
DeleteGAAHHH!!! Look at that BELLY BUTTON!!! What is that; an EV CHARGING PORT???
ReplyDeleteI worked in a warehouse (Stringfellow Supply Co.) when I was in my late teens in Gainesville Fl., in the early 70's. The woman in charge of the hardware department was named Lillian Williamson. Lillian was a sagging butt, sagging tits, snaggletoothed boufont hairdo, stretch pants with the stirrups that go under the heels wearing, slipon shitty tennis shoe wearing bitch with rindstones on her glasses. Lillian was a real piece of shit that thought she was ONE! HOT! SHIT! GIFT! TO! MAN!. Did I mention that she chain smoked? Anyhoo, every once in a while someone (coulda been me) used to slip a cigarette load into one of her cigs. Word would go out and the entire crew would be hovering around Lillian's work station waiting, pretending to be doing something, hoping to witness the event. POW! Lillian would seethe. I always hoped that she would throw a rod over it but no such luck. The woman in the picture is Miss America compared to 'ol Lillian.
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