In the Beginning...

...there was the reckless, greedy, super ambitious type who didn't care what it took or who it hurt in their pursuit of corporate gain or often just as important, to keep from sliding backward...you know -- your asshole boss.

My story begins - believe or not - 26 years ago. It is germane to the story but I hope to speed things up to more contemporary times. 

Two Years Off; Looking for a Vision Cure and Maybe A Safe Drive to Work...

I spent the better part of the next two years looking for a cure for my awful, surgically mangled vision (I went to places like the Mayo Clinic and even had additional surgeries…no good news there) while intermittently looking for a decent job, one preferably with a nice, close, easy drive to my home. 

A New Beginning (or so I thought...)

1998 — Roger from Storage Tek in Colorado hires me. I told Roger before he agreed to hire me I had a “history” with my previous company and that’s why I wasn’t working for the last two years…he says it’s okay — we all have bad days at work. (The real reason I wasn’t working was mostly because I was looking for solutions for my mutilated eyes, but I hate telling that to people and then have to watch their quizzical expressions as the try to understand it, though some of the time was spent looking for a new job.) Good, I think, I’m on my way again.

It ain't even near over yet, the best of bad behavior is yet to come...

Later that that week, I had one last last Friday co-worker lunch with my former co-workers. Found out from them that “Fuggin’ Chuck” had been demoted. No psychological response at all from me, though I believe I was supposed to feel some sort of justice-has-been-served feeling at the news, but I felt nothing. I also remember when “Little Girl” wanted us all to stay in touch -- for me to join them on Fridays for the usual co-worker lunch -- so I looked at my former co-worker douche bags and waited for a response. They didn’t even look up from there freaking bacon cheeseburgers, just like the time I tried to explain to them about that one occasion where the managers were writing fake and slanted profiles for each of us. They knew what was going on, how I was being railroaded by the inept and cheating management, and how the were all given good to fantastic career breaks by the same fucking managers that falsely ruined my career. 

Hey Shifty, can we talk??

Hey "Shifty Cliffy"!

How you doin? Still working? Did you know I've only worked one year out of the last eleven due almost entirely to your persistent interference...ehr...guidance? And you are still applying your influence even today! TODAY! When you lay someone off, could you please not interfere...ahhh...ehrrr...participate in their job search anymore? YOU know what I'm talking about, you f**cking pig.