Oh! This makes me so mad! Arrrrrgh!
 

I had a project interview today. In my business, that means I'm competing against 1 or more other firms, and I'm interviewing with the organization that's going to do the hiring.

I had the interview, and when I came out, a not-uncommon event took place. Sometimes, the client will schedule the interviews back to back, so you'll see the firm that's coming in behind you. In this case, I saw three guys in suits out in the lobby, which generally tells you that they're there for an interview.

Now, most of the time, you don't recognize the other firm, but you at least can do a little kremlinology to see what type of firm they are. And of course, sometimes you recognize them, which is bad for the firm coming out because then the following firm can slant their pitch to try to position themselves against you. It's a moderate to big advantage to be going into a pitch and recognize the firm that's coming out.

So anyway, I'm walking out, and I don't recognize these people at first glance, so I'm thinking about other things. I pass about three feet from one guy who's standing, and he smiles at me and says hi. Now, even though they're competitors and I want to crush them under my heel, I'm a friendly guy, so I smile and say hi back.

And then it happened. Two of the guys were standing, and one figure was sitting, kind of hunched over, eating a live, small, screaming mammal. That should have been a clue.

All of a sudden, the misshapen, freakish head swings up, having heard my voice. A forked tongue flicked out, and good people everywhere gasped and winced. It was my psychopathic, dishonest, unethical, lying, cheating former boss.* The living argument for legalized murder skulks around in Arizona now, but he occasionally slimes his way up to Denver to lie to clients and do marketing pitches in which he conceals the fact that all of the senior people in his firm have left and would like to film his beating on youtube.

I just kept walking. I have not uttered a word to that living fecesface in nearly a decade, and haven't had my eyes poisoned by his visual bile in the same amount of time. No reason to break the streak.

As I walked, though, I realized that the pustulent boil on the reputation of humanity may have thought that I said hi to him, rather than to the latest innocent employee that he is lying to and stealing from. Given the way his vomit-filled pinhead swung up, I suspect that he didn't notice the other guy say hello to me, but recognized my voice when I said hi back. I had to fight the urge to go back and announce that I did NOT say hi to him, and that I refuse to acknowledge the existence of that pathetic halitosis on the breath of the world. However, to do so, I would have to actually speak to the psychopathic little Napoleonic Mussolini wannabe, and that was out of the question.

Now I'm sitting here, and the tumor probably thinks I said hi to him, but I didn't. I absolutely did not say hi to that festering sore of megalomania. I did not, and I want to make that completely clear to everyone.

Maybe I should send an e-mail to an employee of the Venereal-Disease-would-have-been-better-leaking-out-of-his-mother-than-him-being-born thief to confirm that I did not say hi to him. I really don't want anyone to think that I would lower myself to do something like that.

Dammit! Where are insane homeless people with knives when you need them?

Even worse, his latest crew (at least the fifth generation of employees in the past ten years) went into the interview right after me, so they walked in with a big advantage. I can only hope that it freaked him out enough that he did something unprofessional enough that the client was offput by him, because I know he tried to take some shots at my company (despite the fact that his company has been closed down, under criminal investigation, been caught cheating a client, been caught cheating on a proposal, and had a 150 percent turnover in senior staff and a 500 percent turnover in staff over the past decade since I left, while my company has thrived).

I don't know how I didn't recognize the guy. All the clues were there - the birds had stopped singing, I was hearing a slight hiss, a nun outside was prostrate - how did I miss the signs?

I really, really dislike that lying thief.




*Pejorative adjectives truncated for continuity, but there are many, many more that should be used to ensure complete accuracy.

This guy and the airplane cheat are in cahoots. Time to hire a mercenary before this gets ugly.

He's doing you a favor. After he gets the contract, screws everything up, you can come in and charge double the amount of your previous proposal to clean up his mess.


Don't make a rookie mistake and forget to disconnect the parking brake while you are underneath cutting the brake lines.

Dammit!

You should bring a german shepherd with you on future interviews. Early warning system.

Bring the compact version. Get a Min Pin. :rolleyes: It'll fit in your briefcase.

Heh. My wife's company has similar issues. Was founded by some people that broke away from another company which was stagnant. That company has since adopted my wife's company's business model and consistently steals designs and basically tries to compete in every way possible with them. My wife's company kicks their ass, but it's still frustrating and a constant source of irritation to see their work ripped off consistently.

I thought all homeless people were armed with cans of soup.

Tell us how you really feel.


Now....I can sooooooooo relate to your rant due to an event this week.

Someone at your wife's company needs to "accidentally" leave an internal company memo where the competition will find it. The memo should detail the secret plan to dress up as clowns at all future client meetings.

You should have broken into his car and dropped a duece in the driver's seat.

I know how you feel. Man, if I were to leave my job and see my boss again...

:p

BTW Rain Man, you're so cute when you're angry!

(goes to dictionary.com to look up "pejorative")

You should have turned around, said hi again really loud, and flashed all of them with some ballsac.

"Kramer told you that I said hi when I didn't say hi"

"So you didn't say hi?"

"No, it was an unauthorized hi"

"So you came all the way down here just to say that you didn't say hi?"

"Yes"

"Elaine, you coming down here to say you didn't say hi is more of a gesture than if you had said hi.........You still like me, don't you?"

"No"



- Seinfeld

and kremlinology and pustulent

You seem very intelligent. I would not sweat it at all. Who cares what he thinks anyway right? True victory is gaining the organization with your company over his. I hope you succeed! :thumb:

Dog poop's better. Harder to trace the DNA.

Another quality Rainman story.

Yeah, I - heyyyyy.

Wow, for a second there I thought you were going to say "daface" lol!

sp. pustulant

"HI!, ex-boss"

More adjectives:

I want to tell him what a cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, four-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, fat-ass, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed sack of monkey shit he is. Hallelujah. Holy shit. Where's the Tylenol?

hey rainman hang in there

I think he must've gone back to Arizona. The sun is out and my cats aren't growling and looking all spooked any more.