Holy Mother of Pizza (Face)

Not all of my posts are about Dale Jr. and/or NASCAR happenings. Sometimes I throw other things in the mix. But I must add a little warning here because what I am about to write about is not for the faint of heart. This post is about the job I lost two years ago on June 1st, and since that anniversary is almost here I thought I would write about it a few days early.

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"He" arrived on the scene in the Spring of '05, (in late April.) I had just buried both my parents within the past four months (Dad in late December and Mom in late February), and was thrust into a whole new world of estates, wills etc. of which I knew nothing about. I had been appointed executrix and I learned a lot in a hurry. Because of my world having been tossed upside down, I was not the easiest person to be around ~ especially at work. And so the saga began...

I heard about "him" long before he became the terminal manager where I worked. The terminal where he was coming from said he ruled with an iron fist and no one had a good word to say about him. I think he was only 28 at that time. Once he arrived, he rode herd like there was no tomorrow, setting people up and then firing them. We never knew who would be next, and a lot of us never knew what hit us either. People that were there many years found themselves on the outside looking in. Sixteen months after he got to me, he also got to my husband. He had worked there 11 years. This is how I felt about him:

That man acted like he was God, and his appointed assistant sidekick trailed him everywhere as a sort of bodyguard because he knew he was a marked man. There were a lot who wanted to punch him a new attitude, me included.

This is the company we worked for at the time; they still aren't a very nice company to work for either, because they have no regard for decent hard-working people.



And so, after he worked there two years wreaking havoc on dozens of good, hard-working people, that good-for-nothing b*st*rd left the building. Can you believe that? After all those trumped up charges, all those railroaded people, all those kicked-to-the-curb nice people, and he had the audacity to leave the company. Wow! What balls.

And so I say, may bad karma follow him wherever he goes and I can only hope he roasts in hell.



Oh, did I mention that he was not very nice on the eyes? This became his nickname behind his back very quickly:



Hey, RJS, this is for you:



...warning over; I never said I was a goody two-shoes either. Don't think any less of me for publishing this post. The devil made me do it.