Woot says the Dram
Every few years or so there is born unto this Earth a particular soul. In some ages, this soul has been a wreaker of havoc, a blight, upon the lives of others. In previous centuries, this person may have been known as Hitler, Genghis Kahn, or even Polpot (correct my spelling, I'm at work), and as the centuries have passed, this soul has been losing it's intelligence and strategic brilliance to the ages, each life coming back a litle less bright then the last.
I have now met this new incarnation of darkness, and his name is Arfak.
This soul is currently residing in the position of District Manager of RadioShack corporation. He has maintained his job, albeit with terrible sales numbers, abusing his employees, berating without evidence, demoting without reason, and being twofaced about all his policies, because his boss has a fondness for him for reasons I feel too noble to mention here, as it would make me seem like less of a person.
He has thus again demoted me.. Down from Assistant Manager of a good store, down to full time associate in one of the smallest stores this company has. Due to an hoenst error on my part (I didn't take care of something th emoment I was asked to, though my immediate boss took days to take care of the same issue a few days before) He said, "Josh, you will never hold a position of responsibility ever again in this company, and your services are no longer required. But, Dave spoke in your behalf, and asked that you can keep a job in the company.
So now I am making one third of the income I was making before, and I am pissed.
So fortunately, the Monday following my undeserved demotion, I received a call from another company, telling that my pretest went wonderfully, and I am to have an interview this Friday, the 17th of September. It's been two months since my original demotion from Manager, and I know Arfak is just trying to find a reason to get rid of me.
I want to pour chicken blood over his car, and weld a pair of steel balls and a penis to the front bumper, and etch in the hood, "Your face reminds me of my toilet" Just to make him wonder.
This man represents all that is terrible in this world. HIs whole purpose is his own advancement. When one of my employees was sexually harasssed, he only persued the matter because "I do not want her to sue RadioShack, JOsh. I'm writing you up for not telling me sooner." He didn't give a flying fuck that she might have hurt feelngs or anything.
However.. my bitterness is a temporary reprieve. I will soon be in another job, one way or another, and my level of happiness will be 9 out of 10, and will be wearing a shirt of +4 smile and pants of +3 joy.
More to follow my friends. May peace find you in the coming weeks.
P.S. Names may have been changed to protect the guilty.
I have now met this new incarnation of darkness, and his name is Arfak.
This soul is currently residing in the position of District Manager of RadioShack corporation. He has maintained his job, albeit with terrible sales numbers, abusing his employees, berating without evidence, demoting without reason, and being twofaced about all his policies, because his boss has a fondness for him for reasons I feel too noble to mention here, as it would make me seem like less of a person.
He has thus again demoted me.. Down from Assistant Manager of a good store, down to full time associate in one of the smallest stores this company has. Due to an hoenst error on my part (I didn't take care of something th emoment I was asked to, though my immediate boss took days to take care of the same issue a few days before) He said, "Josh, you will never hold a position of responsibility ever again in this company, and your services are no longer required. But, Dave spoke in your behalf, and asked that you can keep a job in the company.
So now I am making one third of the income I was making before, and I am pissed.
So fortunately, the Monday following my undeserved demotion, I received a call from another company, telling that my pretest went wonderfully, and I am to have an interview this Friday, the 17th of September. It's been two months since my original demotion from Manager, and I know Arfak is just trying to find a reason to get rid of me.
I want to pour chicken blood over his car, and weld a pair of steel balls and a penis to the front bumper, and etch in the hood, "Your face reminds me of my toilet" Just to make him wonder.
This man represents all that is terrible in this world. HIs whole purpose is his own advancement. When one of my employees was sexually harasssed, he only persued the matter because "I do not want her to sue RadioShack, JOsh. I'm writing you up for not telling me sooner." He didn't give a flying fuck that she might have hurt feelngs or anything.
However.. my bitterness is a temporary reprieve. I will soon be in another job, one way or another, and my level of happiness will be 9 out of 10, and will be wearing a shirt of +4 smile and pants of +3 joy.
More to follow my friends. May peace find you in the coming weeks.
P.S. Names may have been changed to protect the guilty.