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.
There is more to my background then you know, which is incredibly more knowledgeable than "BMOC" knows. You remember "BMOC" don't you? Big Man On Campus? Balding, fat-ass...knows everything about everybody and all things -- technical or not -- in the world today? Works (if you want to call it that...) at Seagate? Now, it may also be possible "Brainless Brian" had something to do with my downfall as well as "BMOC", but I only give him a 5-10% chance of being involved...so...I'm going to take a chance this was all "BMOC's" doing.)
Hey Shifty! (Can I call you Shifty? After all you are a very familiar douche bag.) Here's the information (and there is a lot of it, so pay attention) you were denied back when you and "Fugin' Chuck" were ruining my career and life:
In 1993 my eyes were operated on for severe myopia and it left me night blind. This made my daily (night) drive of 35 miles to and from my current work place kind of impossible. I survived on flexible engineer's hours and drove only during daylight hours for a year and half. With my job at my current company looking like it might be coming to an end soon (company wasn't doing all that well, you know), I felt all things were telling me to go find a new job -- a stable and long lasting job where I could minimize my night driving to something more survivable, like just a few miles, and stay there for years or better yet, decades.
About this time, during January or February of 1995, my friend invited me to come and join him at his company, a little shit hole called Netstar, as an HW Ethernet and LAN expert which they badly needed. Netstar was only a mile from where I was currently working, so it did not solve my immediate driving problems, but at least I felt had a chance of being at a long-term, stable company where I could relocate myself nice and close to and that would solve a huge part of the problems caused by my vision being trashed.
Just to kill the suspense, my original manager ("Sixty Inches of Fat Ass") was an idiot, and so was the VP of Marketing ("Granite Head"). When I started there I told them what products they needed that would best compliment their big router product but they rejected those ideas and wanted something completely stupid and inane. They wanted something with the highest port count possible, never mind the on-board processors would never be able to process the incoming packet load. My counter recommendation was for a product with half the port count but also included Ethernet switching technology -- just like they do it today! 25 years later! I knew their high port count selection would bog down, but they overruled me, because they were managers (or as I sometimes call them: "Shit-For-Brains Employees"), so I was screwed -- I just went and did what they wanted me to do, even though I knew it was most likely wrong.
Then Ascend bought us, and "Granite Head" used his (most likely "familial") influences to kick out the old VP of Engineering and have himself inserted into the position immediately and without fanfare, while keeping his old VP of Marketing job. He also did a favor for "Sixty Inches of Fat Ass" and promoted him to a second level management position, something we desperately needed in our tiny company of about 70 people -- a lazy fat ass with one managerial report to boss around all day. Cool...huh? (Remarkably, these two clowns remind me of you and "Fuggin' Chuck"...overly ambitious assholes who would ruin a lesser employees career in a heartbeat if it helped them boost theirs.) Of course this was back in the days of "managers behaving badly" where I more or less obediently ignored all this shit. Now I know better: never ignore it when managers are behaving badly. That doesn't mean to get involved in any way that would threaten your career, it means to just position yourself so their moronic behavior doesn't land on you...and I did not do that. You'll see why shortly.
Anyways, just because a product isn't what's exactly needed, doesn't make it any easier to design. I had a bear of a time getting their stupid high-port count, low performance product out, working over 80 hours per week and peaking out at about a hundred hours in early January of 1996, but finally I got it pretty much done. (There were other reasons for the long hours, but they centered around the politics of the card itself and other non-traditional approaches to this thing. And all that with really bad driving vision...I should have been killed, killed some innocent soul, or both during that time.)
And do you know what Shifty? The product did not process packets fast enough for either "Granite Head's" bosses or for his customers to get all that excited and happy over...exactly what I warned them would happen. So now, "Granite Head" and "Sixty Inches of Fat Ass" had a problem. Know how they solved it? "Sixty Inches of Fat Ass" crept into my cube, snuck up behind me and said I had two weeks to deliver the product I had originally proposed when I started work there, the one I said would take at least 8-10 weeks just to figure out, much less actually design. But I did figure out something out in a few days that would probably work and work well enough to get the job done, so I went for it. Passed the design review and got an assembled version in my hands just a couple of weeks later, however, it still had to be debugged.
Just when you think things couldn't get any lamer, "Sixty Inches Of Fat Ass" sicced his new attack manager lap dog on me. Using his brand new, first-timer, child-like, last-on-the-list-of-eligible-candidates, got-the-job-because-I-passed-on-it-first, first-level manager, he sent me a message to fix some non-issue on the old card that was never broke or a problem in the first place. (He was just too stupid to see me personally about what all the fuss was about and blew it all up to ridiculous proportions, like all idiotic, frightened management types do.) On top of that, my first level manager (a genuine, real Hitler Youth...trust me) piled on his list of "things" he wanted me to do, not least of which included seeking out his permission for every product decision I would make in the future of all products I would ever design.
And that sealed it -- that was my breaking point; I had just come through, and now I was going back to, an 80 hours-plus-per-week work-week, driving night-blind and endangering-everyone-else-on-the-road, all while trying to get something done in an unreasonable record time because the worlds stupidest managerial ignoramuses had pretended they were smarter than me and disregarded my hard earned expertise on the matter of which types of Ethernet card we should have been designing.
So I blew off my immediate manager (or "The Anal Avenger" if you like) and sent a not-so-hidden message (of sorts) to a friend in another company using corporate email. (You see, I knew "Granite Head" was reading our corporate emails in order to spy on us, so when you know this, you use it to your advantage.) In this message I inquired of my friend if his company had any jobs available and if they might be looking for one more to add to their group. But that message was really for "Granite Head" and "Sixty Inches of Fat Ass" to read. The message was simple: "if you idiots don't get your shit together and get off my back, I'm leaving".
Well, wouldn't you know it, Shifty? "Granite Head" and "Sixty Inches of Fat Ass" had a better, scummier plan then I did; they were scheming bastards almost as good as you and "Fuggin' Chuck" were, Shifty! With the new, higher performance Ethernet card they needed so badly now safe and sound in their grubby little hands, they would use this incident with my creepy, new, baby manager to create an over-the-top reason to dismiss me, and then use my exit as a way to pile onto me ALL the reported Ethernet problems! The fucking bastards used me as a scapegoat! It's really quite simple and pretty obvious what they had done but I'll make it a little more clearer: when I threatened them with the idea I was seriously looking for another job (not really but...), they countered by accepting my threat to leave the company and decided if they couldn't stop me from leaving, they would use it to their advantage. They then had the HR women make sure I came in for an exit interview where I'd only be asked one question: was I really going to quit? When I answered "yes", and with them thinking they had the new card almost ready to replace the old one, they were more than happy to throw me out, and I was quite frankly happy to leave. As for my manager, well, they demoted him so he wouldn't piss anyone else off like he had with me. Clever girls these pigs were...
If you didn't recognize what was happening from my past post so far, let me clear it up for you one last time: I gave a couple of ineffective managerial scum bags an opportunity to shift blame from themselves to me, and the evidence was pretty damn good that they took that opportunity and made me the scapegoat. Almost as bad was when you and "Fuggin' Chuck" profiled me as an unskilled hardware engineer who could only do software, so you could get "brand new" hardware engineers who were up on the newest technology. (You know, don't try to reinvigorate the careers of old but loyal engineers -- just kill him off and spend all your time investing on the new guys...a much, much better way to spend corporate money and assure your own career growth.)
After I *ahem* "left" Ascend, I spent the next two years seeing eye doctors and even undergoing more refractive surgery, which was disappointing to say the least and failed to fix anything. I also spent time when I could interviewing for nearby jobs and one in particular I attended was a huge waste of time and energy, in fact, I think it was what contributed the most to ruining my career.
That interview was with the one I've labeled "BMOC". At the time he was basically a "technology loner" at what was left of Network Systems (a place I had worked at before), and he needed an engineer because his former one had left to do work at my old company! (What are the chances -- huh? I used to know that little twit of an engineer back when I worked at Network Systems -- not that bright which explains why he was still working for "BMOC" as a technical monkey when the brighter folk had already left for greener pastures.)
Well, I didn't get the job and I knew why. It was because the little twit of an engineer had recited that fourth hand, heavily politicized, slanted and basic pile of garbage designed by "Granite Head" and "Sixty Inches of Fat Ass" to completely scapegoat me. (Remember, once you scapegoat someone like that, you need to keep doing it forever and ever.) I didn't care that much -- "BMOC" was a micro manager and I would rather not work for someone who's like that anyways, so I left it all behind and found a job and a place more interesting to work at.
I took a job out of state as a verification engineer for StorageTek. Verification had come on like gangbusters in the late 90's and I thought that would be great place for me to be. Little did I know I wasn't through with "BMOC" yet. Hang On...
I went to work for an out-of-state company called StorageTek in Colorado and it was to eventually be the head of verification for this big, new product they were developing. Only problem was the type of verification I'd be in charge of didn't use test benches to create stimulus patterns to apply against the design, it instead used a 'virtual' processor to execute little snippets of code that would in turn create the stimulus in the form of real code executing; not the best way to do verification if that was to be your future job, but it at least taught me write code and do other software activities such as build, link, make, use compiler directives, etc... (I actually thought this would be good thing; I knew HW design like the back of my hand and now I was coming into my own doing SW, who couldn't find work for someone able to do all that?...fuckin' STK idiots.)
After a couple of years working a whole list of odd-jobs and other activities there was a big slowdown in my department while at the same time another department was falling behind, so I was sent there to help verify or design or do whatever I could to help. I got there, I believe, in 2003 and stayed until 2004.
One day I came around the corner to where my new cube was temporarily located and there he was -- "BMOC", looking intently at my cube's name tag as if he was about to lick it to death. You see, "BMOC" was a "fellow", and as such always seemed privy to more information than one guy is entitled to know. "BMOC" loved gossipy stuff and had a bottomless collection of worthless information he would share with anyone who wasn't fast enough to run and hide. My concern now was did he remember why he didn't hire me eight years ago and if he did, would he tell that to anyone else? I told myself I was being silly; of course he wouldn't tell someone information that was eight years old and delivered to him one-sided and fourth handed; it was too untrustworthy and too old and I had been working for StorageTek for the last 6 years and doing good work to boot so why risk someones career on uncertain and unsubstantiated information like that? You'll never guess what the f*ckin' prick did, and I am about 95% certain of it. Even more surprising, guess who were the managerial goons who accepted this information as gospel truth and ruined my career because of it? That's right! "Shifty Cliffy and "Fuggin' Chuck"!
Here's why I believe it was "BMOC": within the next couple of weeks he kept trying and trying to start a conversation with me and I'm guessing he did that to determine if I was really that "John Becker" he had met almost a decade ago and who had all the bad shit laid down on him by those bastards "Sixty Inches of Fat Ass" and "Granite Head". But I ignored him totally and refused to engage with the pseudo intellect. When that didn't work, I'm guessing he switched from directly connecting with me and instead went to one of my managers or some other person/people who could tell him who I was. When he found out what he wanted to know, he started telling his bullshit story that had been fermenting in his brain for what must have felt like forever to him. After all, "BMOC" loved being able to sell himself as the 'knower' of all that was worth knowing in the world of technology, and he had this grand story to tell StorageTeks dumbest about me, never mind that it was 90% false.
(Again -- why would anybody decent do something like that? It forced my retarded managers to either a.) keep me from doing my job of designing and/or verifying computer HW and basically ruin my career or b.) tell "BMOC" to run off and get f*cked. Naturally, like all gutless StorageTek managers, they took the a.) version, just to be on the "safe side" of things. But, do you know what would have been the right thing to do? Just ask me. Tell me "BMOC" was repeating some fourth hand, moronic smack he heard 8 years ago and it would have taken me less then 5, maybe 10 minutes to shoot holes through it, and all I needed was a chance, a smart manager and few minutes. Guess that wasn't "Fuggin' Chuck" -- or you "Shifty Cliffy" way of doing things. They took everything to heart, completely and totally; and then proceeded to ruin my reputation and career.)
When I got done with my tour on the tape side of StorageTek, they moved me back to disk. There I did a little of everything kind of like before: verification, design and test programming. Whenever I did any HW designing, "Fuggin' Chuck" would look at me with a mix of pure evil crossed with constipation, a very unsettling combination I can tell you that. In fact, I designed some rather large Verilog modules that worked just fine, but "Fuggin' Chuck" never had a kind word for any of it.
When Sun Microsystems bought us in 2005, they gave a piece of filth like you a gift: a chance to redesign our currently bloated piece of crap disk/RAID controller into a new piece of crap, with one small requirement that it was to operate with a just a little more performance than it had been. You and the rest of the idiot bunch kind of stretched the Sun Microsystems request a bit beyond what they were asking for, which was okay by me, since it really needed to be redesigned to get that "IBM big iron" look out of it and place it in a 19-inch rack mount configuration. (The old product had enough angle iron in it to make a couple of boat trailers...) Fine so far, until you and your core of technical idiots decided to go for the bestest piece of machinery anyone from either StorageTek or Sun Microsystems had ever seen before. You were going to have everything redone and documented using the best process ever invented by the human ape; with a wiki-like technical sharing and documentation website, templates for all technical documents, and the best damn plan in the universe. I could go for that too...but then you started marginalizing almost every one who was working for you because this product was too big a deal (for you only) to risk having it done by the loyal and deserving folks already there. (And I got the worst deal of all because of ol' "BMOC's" and/or "Brainless Brian's" gratefully and literally received "testimony" about me).
Remember Shifty, what you did to make all this happen? You went as far as to write fictitious profiles for each (or most) of your eleven engineers and used that to create the illusion that the group was shy two or three engineers in key positions; positions you would fill with outsiders -- us insiders be damned. And for the insiders, you wrote intentionally fabricated histories (or mistruths, if you will) which placed each person in either a cream puff or kick-in-the-the-head position within the company talent ladder. I don't think you were even remotely fair or honest in your assessment of each person's actual capabilities or experiences; in fact I think you ran scared and stupid and wrote your profiles in ways that, more or less, suited nothing more than your perceived abilities of each engineer -- damn the actual truth.
(One other thing was also going on at this time. I was married in 2006 and my retired former manager, Roger, came to the wedding as well as my newest manager, "Fuggin' Chuck". Evidently Roger learned something while sharing a table with "Fuggin' Chuck", and as Roger left that evening, he stopped by and said I was the best HW engineer he has ever hired. "Thank you...?" I said, a little perplexed. He said it again. Okay, now I think I know what you are trying to tell me. Thanks Roger, you were always one of the good ones.)
Damn that was mean and nasty. Then came the moment you weren't expecting, when the third level manager wanted all engineers to provide a list of their own (and I mean their OWN) skills and experiences, most likely to compare against the information you had already provided as the second level manager and which you had strategically modified to justify the hiring of two more engineers. Not only that, but there was this company wide edict ordering all departments to eliminate their open requisitions because the company was struggling making ends meet. I don't think you wanted to do that; you just had to get those two engineers, didn't you? You ended up ignoring that edict -- remember?
Shifty, I pretty much knew that you and "Fuggin' Chuck" were in a bit of a tizzy over all this, but I personally needed some more information, so I went to "Fuggin' Chuck" to ask him if I could hand in an old resume and if that could count that as my profile. (That was just an excuse to see the creep; I needed information from the dumb ass, as you all have guessed.) Know what the miserable piece of shit had done? Told me he had already done mine. In fact, he told me he had already done a bunch of engineers profiles in the same way he had done mine. I politely instructed the dumb f*ck that each employee was supposed to hand in their own profile and didn't even need to have someone like you or "Fuggin' Chuck" look at it first, and that I would be needing a look at what he wrote for me before he handed it in. He implied he didn't need to do this because he already knew what I could and couldn't do as an engineer. (COULDN'T DO? "BMOC"? "Brainless Brian"?) I told him to get f*cked or called him a bastard, or something like that, and left his office as he was carefully restacking the papers he had just withdrawn from the garbage.
This left me wondering: how did he manage to do all those other profiles and at the same time didn't have to worry about pissing off every engineer in the joint? Guess I would have to find out that following Friday when I lunched with my colleagues.
That Friday we go to our usual Friday lunch and I put forth the question: how do you all feel about our first and second level managers ("Fuggin' Chuck" and "Shifty Cliffy") writing our profiles when we were supposed to do them ourselves? I got blank looks from the idiot crowd, who insisted on looking at their bacon cheeseburgers rather than react to what I had just told them. There was no shock or disdain within the group. It was as if they knew what was going down the whole time. I'm guessing "Fuggin' Chuck" had asked these clowns if he could fill in their profiles for them, and they said yes (as long as he filled it in with good things about them.) I'm also guessing that for me, he wasn't planning on writing anything good so he kept it to himself until he could figure out a way to hand it in, that is, until I confronted him with it. At that point I said do whatever you want and he clearly did.
WTF? What to do now? I wrote an email to John Fowler (VP of Sun Microsystems) and the third level manager, plus a couple more to choice individuals, but I never sent it. I left it in my outgoing mailbox for the rest of my time at StorageTek/Sun Microsystems, always wondering if I should send it, and erasing it on my last day there. The reason I didn't send it was because I simply felt that no matter what I did there was no future for me at StorageTek/Sun Microsystems, not a good one anyways. So rather than rock the boat and try to survive in the resulting shit show, just go and find another job somewhere where you can trust the management to do right by you and your work and to work with co-workers who weren't such back stabbing douche bags as I had to suffer. So I settled down and went with the flow, wrote my resume up, and went looking for a new job.
(Hey Shifty, there is something I'd like to add to what I just wrote above. I knew if I turned you two in, the product and design effort would have most likely been cancelled and all your hard work of falsifying the profiles, adding dumb-ass from software, and hiring new "gifted talent" would have gone down the effin' drains. I actively thought about this back when I had a choice, and thought, if I'm not going to benefit from all this new design work, then let the other people benefit, even if they are self-serving scumbags and who really don't deserve it. I now know my rationale was stupid, inane, insane, moronic, stupid (oops, used that already) and imbecilic. All I did is let you and "Fuggin' Chuck" continue to run your farces, allowed career advantages to pricks who didn't deserve it, and gave you the upper hand to destroy my career, you f*ckin', f*ckin' pig. Whew! Feels good to get that out of my system!)
Anyhow, back to the resume; I presented my new initial resume through Monster.com and CareerBuilder.com, and I did so anonymously (like someone currently employed should do.) In just a few days I received a message on my answering machine from someone who was looking to maybe hire me for some undisclosed job. However, they called me on my old land line, knew my name, and also knew I was actively seeking new work...this made no sense since everything I did (and I went back and confirmed all this) was anonymous. Nobody knew (including my wife) that I was even looking for a new job.
So how did they know all this and that I could be contacted through my old land line number? Easy -- right Shifty? Shifty went looking through the job boards and was able to identify my "anonymous" resume. After that, he found my old land line phone number in the corporate system; I hadn't bothered to change it since I first started at StorageTek in 1998. And the job? I called the guy back and found out it was a financial consultant; he also refused to share with me just how he had come to know all that information and hung up. Corporate rat.
There was this cheap trick you liked to use, Shifty, when it comes to including the better engineers in the design effort over the less desirable ones, and that's where you let your top-level developers pick their design team instead of assigning jobs and tasks directly to your own employees. You knew they wouldn't pick people who had strong personalities or were considered stupid, they instead would pick the surrendering, somewhat wimpy ones but who were perceived as being fairly competent at their jobs, so your top level developers wouldn't feel threatened by them.
Well thanks to my former and retired manager Roger and the engineer who felt he owed Roger a favor or two, "Buhlcrap", selected me and gave me very specific task: to design the vaunted "Clock Back-up and Redundancy Circuit" yep, this was the most painful circuit in the previous incarnation of this design and was even more threatening in this new one, as it had to be completely redesigned and needed to work much faster.
So I did it, and it was big success at the design review and it changed the way I was perceived, at least by a few who didn't buy the swill you and "Fuggin' Chuck" was selling about me. Ohhh, now lets be sure what this means; you now had to think of me in different terms other than what was sold to you by those brainless weasels with their weak and slanted information, "BMOC" or "Brainless Brian", whom you were so sure of when all this began. I think you actually started to believe I wasn't as dangerous of an employee as was communicated to you by either of those two.
But here's the problem: you already falsified my profile and signed my name to it as if I had written it; admitting as much would mean you'd (probably) be fired. You didn't like the idea of that happening, did you Shifty? This is what you are: you are an overly ambitious, reckless, ladder climbing, manager and you refused take the fall you rightfully deserved. You're just a pig, Shifty.
What I didn't know was the degree to which you (or "Fuggin' Chuck") had falsified my profile; I thought you might have weakened me a bit, but it turns out you and/or "Fuggin'" had completely destroyed all of my hard earned skills as a HW designer -- 100% of my HW experiences you failed to recognize or acknowledge and instead you officially wrote me up as some kind of a stupid programmer.
I didn't know this at the time, but I'm guessing that's why you were using Human Resources/Talent Acquisition or as I like to call them -- Characteristically Useless Non-Talents or C.A.N.T.s, to basically blacklist me and keep me at StorageTek/Sun Microsystems while I was seeking that new job I wanted.
You needed to do this because you created the situation where if I managed to get a job as a full fledged HW design engineer (the only job I've ever known as an adult) anywhere it could have proved to our third level manager that maybe my profile write-up was not legit and I think you found that a bit too uncomfortable.
Or maybe you were afraid I'd drift around town with all this career-killing information about you. You could almost say that what you were doing to me was what you were afraid I might do to you unless you acted first, and appears you did.
This all came to an end when in April of 2008 Sun Microsystems missed expectations and instantly cancelled your precious product plus set things up for about a 20% layoff of your people. I also knew our third level manager with his stack of falsified profiles was the number one reason I was laid off.
I always had a feeling this would happen and I was happy as a pig in shit when I heard the news, I mean, I had been aiming to leave StorageTek/Sun Microsystems for the past year and even though this wasn't the exit I had wished for, it still provided a way out and I now could go out there and find a proper job that was better than working for you and all those inept douche bags at that shit company.
I do know at the same time I was laid off you did the one almost decent thing: you demoted good ol' "Fuggin' Chuck" and busted him down to individual contributor, albeit, a high ranking one. If you wanted to be really decent, Shifty, you would have fired him and then fired yourself for falsifying information and lying to your boss, but I'm guessing that was too much to ask.
It seemed to me (at the time) that I was through with you and StorageTek/Sun Microsystems for good, but I guess I was wrong. You see, Shifty here was trying to find a way back for me. He couldn't hire me as a HW designer or even as somebody with HW skills because my faked "profile" prevented it, but he did try some stupid "game" shit of one kind or another.
I think you first tried to re-engineer parts of the old product using suggestions I had made in some exploratory examinations back a year or two from my layoff date. But in order to carry out those ideas, I had to be present, or that's at least that's how you played it up to the other engineers and senior management. (Spoiler alert idiots: you really didn't need me. Shifty just made the re-design task mandatory on my rehiring, and we all know how that ended.)
I didn't go back because I could not and would not trust anyone ever again from that shit hole, you or anyone else. Here's where you made one of your greatest f*ck-ups, Shifty. If you had personally approached me and confided with me and laid bare your f*cking soul, I might have helped you in your stupid game playing and then we could have eventually parted ways, nobody the wiser and everybody happy. But there is something about you and "Fuggin' Chuck" that is afraid of confrontation and exposing some of your obvious weaknesses. Too bad. You made me hate StorageTek/Sun Microsystems so horribly that I would never return, or at least not think about it without good reason.
In another example, I think you tried to convince the third level manager that my "other" skills really were needed and tried to ply me with the biggest damn job description on Monster.com you have ever seen, but the job still required no conventional HW skills (as per my faked profile listed.) True, Shifty?
Or there was that time the other "genius" guy you worked so hard to hire went and quit just a few months after the layoff, leaving you to fill a sustaining HW engineer role. (I'm guessing about Sept. of 2008). Remember, Shifty? I still remember that one and it was one of my most hated attempts by you of trying to rehire me -- ever.
On the job board it said if the the "right man" applied you would go to all the trouble to teach that person how to be a HW engineer. (I hit my wife's computers flat screen so hard I broke the plastic bezel around it and cut my hand pretty badly.) I tell you Shifty, I wasn't flattered one bit by that one. You see I was already the veteran of more than a dozen product designs where I was the sole or lead designer plus I helped with many other designs that weren't mine. And I absolutely refused to act like a HW design newbie when you already had an ample supply of inept dead beats already working there, so why degrade me?
I'm sure there were other attempts, but I did not read the job boards every day and probably missed many of them.
The real reason I didn't go back was the stupid act you would have demanded of me. You required me to openly behave as if I was doing HW for the first time, to act stupid as I worked my way back up the f*ckin ladder and to do it all at the age of 48. To be a newbie at HW design at 48 -- that was all I had done my adult life was design and trouble shoot HW...over and over again I did that. Go to hell you game playing bastard; you're the one who needed to learn a few things. Cripes, you and "Fuggin' Chuck" more or less deep-sixed a viable product over a two and half year period playing your endless games with the people and the facts.
Anyways, after a while I quit looking and I'm guessing you quit trying. Part of the reason I slowed down looking was because I still had those awful vision problems that would only let me drive a short distances to work. I passed over a lot of opportunities because of that.
Around early 2009 I got the message my wife's brother and family were being allowed to move here to the United States from Iran. I didn't need this, not now anyways. My job search had been absolutely hopeless and I was looking at on-line schools with which to get a post graduate degree, (mostly so I would look like I was busy doing digital stuff instead of just lounging). They came to this country with no jobs or health insurance and the weight of this responsibility fell on the financial backs of me and my wife. I'm also guessing this was the time you were still preventing my rehire using the blacklisting techniques -- keep those C.A.N.T.s busy doing something useful (for yourself).
So I went back to the job boards and tried pretty much every technical job I could find. I even broke a personal vow I had made to myself never to apply back at StorageTek under any circumstances. (StorageTek/Sun Microsystems was being bought out by Oracle about this time...still, the lower command and management structure was largely nasty ol' StorageTek's best...f*cking ish, ish, ish.) Well, I broke my vow and applied for a job or two there, but the jobs I applied to, I believe, should have been away from your department, Shifty. One of those guys responded; seems he would have been happy to hire me (with your help of course, as Oracle had a note in my file to contact you if ever I applied, but I'm only guessing that ;). But I did not have any skills in recording head technology, so that deal went bust. (Or maybe it was my company profile "lacking in HW experience" might have had something to do with that deal too, but I don't know...just guessing at this point.)
In the end, I never did find anything. So I picked a cheap post graduate school and started there. Soon, the aliens arrived and even though I couldn't find any work, we all moved on, at least for a while.
Just as I was getting into my graduate courses, we got hit by some more bad news: My sister-in-law, even though she came here young and healthy, had developed breast cancer and it was already at stage four when they found it. Panic everywhere; they did not have insurance and my wife (with some help from me and from her brother) were scrambling to find cost effective approaches to treating her stage four breast cancer. (We even thought we'd have to empty out my retirement fund just to keep her treatments going -- god I really hated you and StorageTek at this time.) My classes suffered somewhat as I could not concentrate on my studies, but I managed. Meanwhile, we did get some good news: the doctors were able to put her cancer into remission by putting her into a post menopausal state. Then there were some charities that would also help cover some of the costs. That would work for awhile at least.
Eventually, after a couple of years, my brother-in-law found work in Houston and left our place for a place of their own and he was able to get and use his own health insurance, so we got out of that one by the skin of our teeth.
I had a "hard-on of hate" at that moment...If I would have encountered you or "Fuggin' Chuck" anywhere on this planet during that time, I would have ****** **** **** so bad... Well, I never did, so we'll leave it at that. (Yeah, I know Shifty, I wanted to leave StorageTek really, really, badly, but I never would have left for uncertain unemployment. And If I hadn't been laid off for all those stupid reasons created by you and "Fuggin' Chuck", I probably never would have left at all or until a suitable job was found.)
2010 - 2013. I persevered the best I could. Meantime I plodded along in school. I'd apply at every job out there when I bothered to go through the job boards and of course using other methods (such as LinkedIn). Over this time period I sent out close to 250 - 350 resumes (who can remember...a dozen per month I'd guess), and got maybe one job interview. One. Job. Interview. That's all. I know I wasn't the most desirable applicant out there, but only one? There had be a reason for this that I couldn't comprehend. One. Job. Interview. Jesus Christ...
In the month of August, 2013 I got my masters degree in Computer Information Systems and Science (or something like that). At this time I kicked up my application process all over again. Same bullshit as before. Send out an application, don't hear a peep. Dead ends all over again.
I did get an interview at Spectra Logic...it was a joke; set up by you, Shifty, I suspect. The manager wanted to know everything about how and why I was laid off and how you guys ran your shit-show. I didn't really want to talk about this but he kept insisting so I did. Then he let me in on a secret: "Big John" was showing up (or did) at Spectra Logic as the General Manager! The former manager/director of Storage Tek was on his way! What a coincidence! No wonder he was so interested in how things got done at ol' StorageTek/Sun Microsystems; he wanted to tell those stories to "Big John"! Wow...what great timing that was.
And then the engineer tested me on stuff that, if he had read my resume, he never would have asked me about any of it because none of it was ever part of my professional past. Things like, 'what is the schematic symbol for a DC motor' or solving a programming puzzle on the worlds filthiest laptop computer...ugh.
During the early summer of 2014, my wife begin seeing the strange behavior in me that comes with severe depression and other problems of going seven years without work, and nothing but rejection and disappointment. So she sent me to a shrink (or else), who diagnosed me with moderate to severe case of depression, for which Prozac was recommended. I passed on the Prozac simply because I knew what was causing my need for it, and that was half the battle; at least it was for me.
Shortly after that I read an article in magazine. It was about something I never really gave much thought to but maybe that was what was happening to me. It's called "blacklisting". That's where the little Human Resources/Talent Acquisition/Executive Aides (or Categorically Useless No Talents or C.A.N.T.s, as I call them) keep track of candidates they consider undesirable; a list that is made up by scuttlebutt, gossip, and some manager's input. Here that Shifty? I think I know why I was having problems all those years.
In 2014 I applied for a job that described itself as a Verification and Validation Engineer for a company called Ricoh, just a hop, jump and a skip away from Spectra Logic. I applied without fully understanding that the job was just a one year contract position through a New Jersey company called CTG, and was for a completely different type of work than I originally thought. It paid less than half of what my old job paid and was a type of Quality Assurance job. But my application went in and I was welcomed at Ricoh with open arms, and after having not worked for the last seven years this was better than nothing.
(Quick note: How did I get past the blockade of C.A.N.T.s when hiring into Ricoh? Easy, the company I was really working as a contractor for CTG, located in New Jersey. The C.A.N.T.s influence did not run that far yet so I did a flank run-around their protection racket. Read the next few paragraphs -- you'll understand.)
About a half way through the job I noticed my manager wanted to hire me full time, but when you are working as a contractor you can't just be offered the job, you have to compete for it with everyone else who may want it, so I applied for it and waited. And waited. And waited. Finally I went to my manager and said "Did you get my application?" He said "No". I made clear to him I had, indeed, applied. At this point I knew the truth. I knew I had been blacklisted. My manager, went and found my "missing" application. When I asked him about it and if I was indeed blacklisted, he did not say "no'. He did not say "yes". He said nothing but I could see him stewing in his own angry juices.
A couple of weeks later, I was doing my job when my favorite pen went dry. The VP of Engineering for Ricoh was a super cheap bastard and I knew there probably weren't any new ones in the supply cabinet (if you can call it that.) Since the area my cube was in was basically a desert with every cube empty, I went on a little search to see if I could find one. Just as soon as I disappeared behind the nearest set of cubes right next to mine I heard a commotion outside my cube. This small collection of two or three C.A.N.T.s had appeared near my cube and were hanging out there -- just talking to themselves. (I was safely hidden behind the cube walls, but I could hear them). One said "There's his name, right there!" and another said "Yep." You see, these were the Ricoh C.A.N.T.s, the ones that had so much fun preventing my application from making it to my manager and they just wanted to see a "real looser" in his natural habitat for once. When they left, I returned, but just a few minutes later I heard the footsteps of a lone C.A.N.T coming done my desolate hallway. She passed my cube with her head straight ahead, but she was looking at me through her eardrums as she passed by. What a C.A.N.T....
Despite the work of the C.A.N.T.s, my manager tried to hire me anyways, but the company's VP of Engineering just had to see this "blacklisted" creature and bear judgment on him. Evidently I did not satisfy his fat f*ckin' ass. He said no and so my manager came back to me and made a lame excuse. He said the job was no longer there because they were taking the department in a "new direction", so there was no job for me to have. I left soon after that and a couple days later, there it was, the same ad for the same job that my manager had said wasn't there anymore. The nerve of the guy to lie to me! (Managers never lie...do they? My god, my entire career has been dotted with, lying, cheating, calculating scum bag managers...WTF -- why am I so lucky?)
The very last day I worked for Ricoh, I was blessed with a fine job opportunity -- in New York. You know anything about this Shifty? I think that was your handiwork. Every ten days or so I would get another job opportunity, each one from a closer location than the last. Regular as clockwork. He also sent my name to an insurance salesman. (God...are those guys aggressive...I almost had to make a death threat to get rid of him.) I think the last one came in from someplace north of Fort Collins. At that point, I sent a note back to that recruiter and said I knew I had been blacklisted and wanted to severely...ahem...do something to the perpetrator(s). I sent it to him because that's the first time I could indirectly contact you -- "Shifty Cliffy". I wanted you to stay away form me; that no matter what happened, I did not want you to be involved. But to give you credit -- you kept trying.
(Quick note: I took some of my newly made money and spent a week in Miami, Florida. I spent that week seeing a vision correction specialist for corrective contacts. He finally found something that (mostly) worked; for the first time since 1993 I could see at night again! Wow! And all for the low-low price of $5000.00 dollars! (Plus all the flight, hotel, and food costs.) I hope they last for the rest of my life, or I'll be screwed again.)
When I got my unemployment insurance, you started using that actual website to send me jobs. Most were actually pretty bad, starter positions and the like. You know, stuff for beginners, like everyone still back at StorageTek/Oracle. You even sent a letter to the head of the unemployment insurance program to have them send me a letter asking me to prove I was applying at my mandatory number of jobs per week! I'm guessing that was to force me to apply to the ones you were providing. I just sent a letter back, explaining my situation. Never heard from them again.
(Hey, state of Colorado! Due to "Shifty Cliffy's" involvement with my job search, I got not one, but two whole rounds of unemployment, courtesy of the taxpayers of this fine state! Thank You!)
To be fair, some where good offers, and I did apply to them but got pretty much no response...something there ended before it even began. I'm guessing you may have wanted me to somehow reassure you that your career and job wouldn't be threatened if I took one of these jobs, but I never, ever would do that for you for any reason. Basically, you were the one to have to take risks in this stupid game and I don't believe you were ever brave enough to do that.
The other approach you tried was to have individual recruiters call me, and as an experiment in understanding blacklisting better I tried my own tactics while I had these people on the line: they'd call, identify themselves, and I would then tell them I had been blacklisted -- was that a problem? You know what answer I got every time? They ALL said the same thing -- "for what?...for what?" No one ever declined to believe I wasn't blacklisted -- nope, not a one. They just wanted to know "why" I was blacklisted. When I told them I didn't know why, I never heard from them again.
(I guess I did this one time too many, as you had a little C.A.N.T. called April of Oracle send me an email saying Oracle would no longer work towards converting me into a HW engineer. But Shifty! You didn't have too! I was ready to go, well....since forever! And the really good news? A hell of a lot better!)
You see, ladies and gentlemen, the people who engage in the recruiting and selling of corporate talent -- recruiters, C.A.N.T.s, and others -- do so with this idea they could use and would appreciate every possible shred of information about that 'product' (or person) before they make the deal (or hire). Blacklisting, in fact, serves that purpose. I'll be damned if any of them would ignore a juicy morsel of inside information on a hiring prospect if it helped to better define who that prospect was...the problem is they don't give a f*cking shit if that information arrived to them illegally, immorally or was even true; it only needs to be known that people like that are, at their very core, gutless wonders. (They're definitely gutless shit to me -- that's for sure.) And if these a-holes insist on "buying" this damaging information, I can guarantee there are those out there who'll be more than happy to "sell" it -- like you Shifty!
Just FYI, the government does have rules about these things. I believe it goes kinda like this: if you make an inquiry at the company of a former employee about that employee, that company is obliged to do one thing for you: to tell you whether or not they would ever hire that person back. That's it. Personal references, as listed by the job seeker, however, can say anything they want. But Shifty, I don't ever remember listing you as a reference? And I've got to believe you've been butting-in and influencing my job pursuit since...what...2007? Right up to 2019? Shit...the last twelve years. Worst part is I wasn't aware of all this until summer of 2015.
Shifty, there is actually much more to to be discussed about me and you and the last twelve years. Like that time (about 2016 or so) you knew (and how did you know?...I gotta figure that one out for myself) I was going to be at the King Soopers at the corner of 120th and Sheridan and you went there to "randomly" run into me...you know, just by happenstance. I didn't recognize you at first because you had gotten a buzz or shave cut and grew a goatee since the last time I saw you and I liked going through my days not thinking about what you looked like, but I did eventually realize it was you when you approached me in the parking lot while saying my name. At first I looked at you a bit bewildered, then I knew and it finally hit me. My delayed reaction evidently turned you off and you turned around to go back to your truck and you just left after that. Probably for the best; I don't think I could have or ever would have engaged in a polite and constructive conversation with you ever again, so it was best you left.
There was also that year or two where I wrote-up my sad, sad blacklisting story and put it in my LinkedIn profile and identified myself as a "blacklist victim". It pretty much did nothing for me (but oddly, it didn't seem to hurt me either -- or you, for that matter). I still got those stupid recruiters calling who send out emails to anyone and everyone who had the "correct" talents that matched what they were looking for. Once I got the email, I asked the recruiters to take a better look at my profile, and in every case they did and I never heard back from them ever again...those bastards...
Last year I put my LinkedIn profile back to normal. (But I'm guessing you noticed that.) That was because my wife demanded I get employed doing anything, ANYTHING, for a job. So I tried everything. (I'll bet that made you giggly happy...you prick.) Did you know after 3 months of trying e-v-e-r-y d-a-y I found nothing? Seems the job market is rather skewed, your main choices are: minimum wage fast food and like, medium wage driving around doing off-site work or selling real estate or insurance (bring your own car), or high wage technical work. That's what a super majority of work is like in this town, f*ck the idiots who say we got a good selection here -- we really don't...it is really kind of broken down that way. Anyways, I did not connect, even though I put out about 250 applications out in this effin' "underemployed town", nothing happened. But my wife and I had come to a compromise, and its about the other things we could do to make a few bucks, so that's the way things have been going for now.
But the one thing I would like to add, more than anything, was that time just after the turn of the year (January 2019) when Lockheed-Martin called me. They had a job for a senior level FPGA designer, and there wasn't a whiff of you anywhere near it. So I worked with the HR lady I'll dub "KittyKat" for a phone-in interview. That went well so that next week it was agreed I would go down and have a face-to-face interview. Things were finally looking up for me. Finally. And they knew I hadn't done this work in a while (because of you Shifty, I pretty much haven't done anything marketable for a while.) But I was ready to go.
But then later that week "KittyKat" emailed me and said there were these little problems at Lockheed-Martin and she would be forced to put off the interview for a few weeks, but not to worry -- they were still very interested in me. (Now, I'm starting to smell your funky stench.) She kept going and added the one thing that gave you away; she said if I happened to see a job I might like up here in the Northern part of Denver/Front Range at one or more of the nearby companies I should jump at the chance! That was the kicker. That's the thing that made me hate you more than I ever hated someone in my life, I hated you even more than "BMOC", and that ain't easy. You had gone too far Shifty. After a few weeks, "KittyKat" sent me an 'official' your-not-wanted-here-anymore notice. Bye Bye Lockheed Martin.
As for the jobs (there were two that I saw) she was referring to were for that of a test engineer. That role was more traditionally filled by a technician (if anyone); a substandard version of a highly experienced HW designer (like myself). I believe there were a couple of reasons you wanted me in those miserable jobs. One, was to hide and suppress my real skills so I would match what you had profiled me as back when you submitted the original profile you and "Fuggin' Chuck" did of me; the one where I had no HW skills or abilities and was only good at programming. I believed you might still be hanging on to that stupid notion and by putting me in that position of "testing" would make yourselves look correct in your asinine assumption. F*ck that and f*ck you.
Second, is you couldn't get the two companies to create any kind of a real development job (which pay the most, BTW) because they felt "risk" in giving me anything with a creative angle to it because I might find a "creative" way to screw-up the product and as you know, being a shit-for-brains manager yourself, all of you are scared to death of that happening to a product on your watch.
And third, a job like that doesn't pay shit, get promotions, or go anywhere. Why? Because all your skills, everything you need to know to do the job, are centered predominantly around the design and operation of the product itself. Your knowledge of the product is your expertise. End the product for almost any reason and all you have left is a useless engineer; his expertise is dead and gone, down the drain. How long do you think I would have lasted there anyways, asshole?
As I mentioned, the two jobs were located at -- wait for it: Spectra Logic, and Seagate (underneath the watchful eye of "BMOC" no doubt!) Just a coincidence you say? Nope. Don't think so. In fact, that's what put me over the top about the role "BMOC" had in my ruining my career. Wanna hear about it? Great!
You see, when you needed help creating those test engineer jobs, I bet you went directly to "BMOC" (for at least one of the two jobs). I'll bet you reminded "BMOC" of the role he and is incredibly big mouth had played in the making of me into an apparent HW design loser. I'm guessing you began to feel a bit betrayed by him and his one-sided, fourth hand, eight year old, non-confirmed bullshit he spouted about me (especially when others gave me a chance to excel over your expectations and I did). So you worked a bit on his guilt. (You shouldn't have done that, as "BMOC" is heartless piece of shit when you come down to it.) And I am very sure that he's the bastard that influenced the loss of my career and job, and I am now very much doubting "Brainless Brian" had anything to do with it (but not entirely, I just have no evidence for that one.) Let's make one thing thing clear about me and "BMOC"; keep us separated and out of the same room...it wouldn't be pretty if you combined us.
Anyways, the work at Lockheed Martin was pretty much over with before oit even began -- Thanks Shifty!!
I am at a crossroads at this point. I really have given up pursuing work anymore, and more inclined on raising hell. Shifty, you win...I guess. Know this: you're a f*cking piece of human shit and filth -- to your very core. You sucked as a manger; when the department needed strong and sensible leadership to help guide all those who haven't participated in a design in ages or maybe ever, you instead sidelined them into every useless nook and cranny you could create, where they then did meaningless work and failed to grow as engineers. Then you and "Fuggin' Chuck" wrote false profiles for almost everyone in the group, cementing each of us into positions with a fabricated list of talents and skills we did not earn or deserve. I got it the worst -- you two bastards killed everything I have ever accomplished with your asinine game playing, destroying me and my good (and it was "good") reputation completely as a hardware engineer; all this based on the distant recollections and distortions rattling around in the brains of "BMOC" or "Brainless Brian". Instead of inviting most of your loyal insiders to the party, you gave the work to those f*ckin' outsiders who weren't any better than those whose career you had just ruined; and you gave these outsiders every chance to succeed and excel, something you didn't do for those like me and you did it simply to make your twisted version of your home made reality come true, and/or to protect your self interests.
In the end you guided this project to it's whimpering demise and you took you two and a half years to do it. You concocted an incredibly stupid house of cards and when there was a chance it may come tumbling down on top of you, you happily and without hesitation threw people like me under the wreckage instead being honest with what you had done to your management. You took these actions because you needed to keep the truth from the third level manager or above or you risked being fired, or worse for you -- demoted. I don't think you did one thing right on this whole fiasco...nothing.
When the layoffs came I was more than happy to join everybody exiting StorageTek/Sun Microsystem once and for all. Little did I know this wouldn't be the end to our miserable relationship, Shifty. You would openly follow and control my return back into engineering, something I did not ever want you to do -- I have had questionable relationships with other managers before and it really is best to get rid of them and find better, smarter ones (and companies) with which to pursue your career.
But you also seemed to have some kind of a back-up plan in case you couldn't re-hire me. Evidently you were completely frightened by the idea of me freelancing and joining another company and I'm guessing that was because you were afraid I was going to talk about my wretched past experiences with you and "Fuggin' Chuck", and in doing so spill the beans about how you were playing free and loose with the truth to your current management. In all honesty, you had nothing to be afraid of. My behaviour in this situation would be to just shut up about it and leave it all far behind me; I rarely talked about my experiences at a previous company when I joined a new one. But you kept making asinine assumptions, like the reckless ladder climber you really are, and acting like a complete asshole protecting your miserable hide.
But of course you would know how rumours and the like of a single person in one company can be "transmitted" or "communicated" to another where it is then acted on, and I'm not talking personal references either. Little did I know you recruited that nasty group of Human Resources/Talent Acquisition/Executive Aides (I otherwise refer to as "Chronically Useless No Talents" or C.A.N.T.s) to help you control or halt my re-entry into the job market. It would be until the late summer of 2015 before I even knew this was being done to me, but starting in 2007 and going until...well...now...I guess it is still being done to me by you. You are prick to beat out all pricks, Shifty.
Let's talk about something else. Something that makes me want to **** **** ****. The pay you have kept me from was about 100K (plus) per year (number is strictly for making a point) over ten years. Ten f*ckin' years. And all those benefits I lost too. Health insurance (my wife and I are "officially" on Medicaid.) Retirement investment? Not much. (My wife, if you have been paying attention, is not from the USA originally. She didn't start anything that you would call retirement investments until 16 years ago -- not enough for her to really risk early retirement on. All this because you needed to lie to your manager about all the f*ckin' games you and "Fuggin' Chuck" were playing on him and I not only lost my job because of it, but a million dollars plus of pay and tons of retirement benefits. Good god, I should have turned you and "Fuggin' Chuck" in when I had a chance. Dumbest, fucking thing I've ever done; believing for more than a second you would let me walk with information like that and not do something about it.
The saddest part of all this, Shifty, I was a 100% honest and hard working engineer, capable of doing better work than the slobs from amateur hour you protected and kept, and a hell of lot better than you or "Fuggin' Chuck" will ever know because you simply believed the rantings of an idiot. During my ten years at StorageTek/Sun Microsystems, I never acted up or acted unprofessionally. Remember that time I caught you and "Fuggin' Chuck" falsifying those profiles you gave to the third level manager so you could fudge the skills of your employees? (Sounds like a broken record, huh?) I never turned you in and decided to quit and find greener pastures elsewhere and leave that mess you created to your own devices. And boy was that act stupid! You and "Fuggin' Chuck" took full advantage of that, and used it to completely destroy my career while you two effin' pigs used the blessed opportunity I gave you to save your own miserable hides and ruin my career at the same time. All I wanted from you, Shifty, is to stay away from me and my search for a real job. That's all -- simple.
But Shifty, you got involved, and I am f*ckin' afraid to say this -- you are still shaping my image and abilities to anyone who was interested in me even today. I can only guess how you are trying to get someone who has worked one year in the last eleven to look good enough to hire, but at the same time not too good because you really want to make that image you created of me of being a sub-standard hardware designer ring true so your actions were somehow justified, even if they were bullshit. That's crap -- the digital skill I am actually best at is hardware design; f*ck you ass hole.
(BTW, where is "Fuggin' Chuck" anyways, Shifty? I'm guessing you wanted to fire him rather than demote him that day in 2008 when you laid me off...but you couldn't take it that far because he had as much dirt on you as you had on him -- am I right, Shifty? Now he has flown the Oracle coop, and is working for some engineering house up north by Fort Collins or some place like that.)
I should spend a minute or two describing those people who's careers you screwed (or more appropriately, helped) over and who helped you screw up mine. You know, losers like "Dave the Toady" and "Comb Over Guy" and the like -- you know, my former co-workers.
We all (my co-workers) had lunch the Friday following the layoff on Tuesday. One of the younger, female engineers suggested I come every Friday to have lunch with them and that way I could stay in touch with "the gang" until I got re-employed again. (I know I told this story once already, but it bears repeating again.) The looks around the table were amazing and disappointing. You see, Shifty, they knew that I knew I had been railroaded by you and "Fuggin' Chuck" in that layoff and they also knew that they themselves hadn't; in fact their career prospects had grown because of the lies you and "Fuggin' Chuck" had provided in the phony profiles. Not a one made eye contact. Not a one agreed we should do this. They stared at their bacon cheeseburgers and said nothing until I shot down the idea and said meetings like this are best attended to by those still working together and I had no desire to attend these lunches. Now they started eating again. You see Shifty, you had already been well on your way of making me a pariah, nobody wanted to be seen with me after that point, much less working together.
One of the reasons I felt I needed to say this was to illustrate how hard it was to get people to come out and stand beside me, to support me. The pigs I just described found the situation to their liking and would never jeopardize that by standing beside a fellow worker who had been screwed by lies and fallacies. Their position on all this managerial deception and game playing was to continue being nice and supportive to the offending manager even as he worked to ruin a fellow workers career; you know -- cowards. What they were sincerely wishing for was a quick and hasty departure by me so they didn't have to tip-toe around this grievance whenever we met or interacted. (I'm guessing this is the main reason you wanted in on my interconnection list at my LinkedIn account, Shifty. The good news for you is I do not know anyone around Colorado here except you idiots from StorageTek/Sun Microsystems and the people I used to know back in Minneapolis who I haven't seen in twenty or more years...they have pretty much forgotten about me. You're lucky in that respect.)
To just come right out and say it, my fellow workers at StorageTek were pigs -- to the core and all throughout. (I'd even rate them nearly as bad as the treacherous management I encountered.) By nature, they were so scared and immature they saw my mistreatment as something to celebrate rather than abhor because it gave them an edge in a stupid company that openly rated their engineers as either stupid or smart. It meant the good things were going to go to them and I would be cleaning up after the morons for the rest of my life. All because a couple of pieces of shit called "BMOC" or "Brainless Brain" managed to tell an eight year old, unsubstantiated, unbalanced, fourth hand story to a couple of shit-for-brains (YOU and "Fuggin' Chuck" Shifty!) managers who were so easily frightened they did all they could to kill my career before I even had a chance. And then tried making it all better by interfering with my efforts to find a genuinely good company out there I could work for. What a bunch of c*cksuckers.
And just to mention it, I find my hatred towards "BMOC" to be just a bit higher than I have towards you or most of the characters who destroyed my career just for fun. Why did I mention this? Well, if you two ever got together I would be grateful -- maybe totally, all-forgivingly grateful -- if you b**********out *********.
I used pseudonyms throughout this narrative and others narratives regarding all this. Feel free to ask me for the real names of these clowns, but let's do it under the radar, so to speak. Email addresses should suffice.
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