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If you look up the word favoritism in the dictionary, you'll see a picture of my place of employment! It is by far the worst place I have ever seen as far as equal treatment goes. The so called administration hold some employees to a high standard while turning a blind eye to what others do (or fail to do). It's all about whether or not they like you. If they like you, you can do whatever you want when you want without any fear of consequences. However, if they don't like you, you had better watch your back and document everything that happens, because chances are, you may need it in court one day.

One classic example is my department. One guy made an honest mistake. They made him live in fear that he would be fired for this very honest and easily fixed mistake. Luckily, they couldn't fire him for it, so he had nothing to worry about, but it's just the principle of the thing! Yet, we have this one fat piece of waste who misses work constantly (has not worked a full week since February of this year), dresses inappropriately, talks trash about the powers that be (who LOVE HER!), is damn near impossible to get in touch with when she is actually at work, spreads hateful rumors about other employees being gay, and is just an all around low life. But, you can't get the so called bosses to sniff in her direction.

The story continues ...

(Posted by Anonymous)

I work in a place one would think would have the highest of professionalism and ethics. This place is a disaster. After putting up with verbal abuse, hostility and insane mood swings from my co-worker, I went to the head honcho of the department. I told him about her berating issues, treating me like a four year old, her overbearing behavior and histrionic antics. Hoping to find solace and maybe a solution, he told me she is "old school", I am being too sensitive and get over it. I was dumbstruck. The other kick in the head is he told me she's my supervisor. Since when? Am I such a moron that I need two people over me???

This kind of behavior seems to be a trend among middle aged power hungry career secretaries. I don't know what her problem is. I wouldn't be shocked if it were revealed she's got an addiction issue. Her erratic behavior thoroughly defines that of an addict.

(Posted by Anonymous)

Today, I get called to a "meeting" which is not unusual for my completely anal supervisor. We schedule for after lunch and I go on about my day. I also met with the office manager (my supervisor's boss and who used to be my direct supervisor)in the morning to discuss my ever increasing stress due to my supervisor. Nothing is resolved, of course.

Lunch time comes and goes and I am off to hear about what I assume I have done wrong with my work. I was in for a shocker! She lets me talk about my questions regarding work first, then it came. She pulled out a stack of papers she sais she "found" while looking for something while I was at a training. I admit, I am lazy and do not shred papers on a regular basis--hardly ever. So when the "to be shredded" drawer was discovered, I guess she thought she was going to find something on me. Plus, rather than ask me when these itmes were found, she proceeds to conduct her own "investigation" researching the papers that look like they should lead to something horribly incriminating against me. But... my friends I am not stupid. Why would I leave "evidence" of my wrong doings so easily to find? I wouldn't! Everything she "found" checked out--HA!

(Posted by Anonymous)

I thought it was impossible to find a job I liked, but last Fall I found it. I worked at a fun, colorful candy store in New York City where the employees, management and co-workers where amazing.

Then, reality check!

The nice, gay, fabulous, magnificent general manager quit and ran as fast as his gold sneakers could take him. I worried, but I never thought it would be this bad.

The owner, a socialite, Hamptonite, fabulously fashionable being has no clue of what is going on under her nose. People stealing, showing up late, taking advantage of her niceness. Here is to Frank & Jan, the most irresponsible and non-business savvy people in the world. I have an MBA Frank! Dont try to explain to me what a P&L is! I can teach you that.

Do I sound bitter? I know! These 2 people believe that the world begins and ends with a 21 year old store manager named Zhariff. Real name. This guy is still a college student, no training in the real world and he believes that he is God's gift to women. His hormones are raging. I dont think there is a girl in that store that he hasn't slept with yet. And the funny thing is that he dates them, promotes them, and then, of course, fires them.

It's hard to say the exact moment our co-worker-----well, lost it.

- Maybe it was when she started swearing and spewing racial epithets when we had visitors in the office.
- Maybe it's when she yells loudly on her phone at her family in Ukrainian (at least if she fought in English, we could understand what she was saying and get all the gritty details).
- Maybe it was on December 23 when she called stores in New Orleans (yup, just this last year) asking if they could ship her clients Creole-styled Turduckens (the stuffed turkey, duck, chicken culinary thing) as gifts. (OK, an editorial comment, we live in Minnesota -- the land of Lutefisk and other bland food. No one wants a Turducken, much less a Creole-styled one, showing up on their door on Christmas day.) Unfortunately, they were all out and she had to drive the 100 feet to the department store across the street to purchase gift cards instead. No, the woman doesn't walk anywhere. Her feet hurt.
- Maybe it's because for the last three years, she has worn one of two outfits. See she's gained a little (50 lbs+ ) weight and she's working on losing it and just doesn't want to spend the money on new clothes. See her feet hurt and it's hard to get exercise. When she brings back pictures from vacation, they rarely have people in them. She takes pictures of the food she's eaten. "Check out this spread."

I was in the furniture industry and the company was "down-sized" and several of us was fired. I collected a some unemployment and I ran out of money so...my office manager at the furniture place suggested this other company was looking for a Service Coordinator or a Scheduler. She felt I would be good for this position due to my expertise in furniture and she had gotten a cushy job at a major furniture store and this upholsterer was one of her Service Techs for repairs. I apply, I get the job because of her ref and lo and behold...I really like this job at first. Everyone is really nice. But small things start to creep up. Like I am on the books, but he writes my check out of his check book. I do not see any deductions for State Taxes and Social Security..And Holidays...There are NO paid holidays whatsoever. None I tell you!!! They are Turkish and not even the Muslim holidays are paid. No sick days, no excused days, no days period. You lose a day you lose your pay.

I used to work for a music PR firm in midtown and my boss, who was also the company founder, was a complete pyscho. The type who would breeze into the office no earlier than 1pm and then scream at us for not doing things she never asked us to do. She also had a considerable coke habit (dealers used to come to the office to make deliveries), which may have contributed to her paranoid delusions.

One evening after I'd left work, she went on my computer and read all the emails in my sent file. When she found several pitches I'd sent editors seeking freelance writing assignments (to supplement the pathetic "salary" she paid me), she assumed that I was doing publicity for my own clients using her resources and contacts - which was an absolutely absurd accusation. She stuck to her assumption that Monday morning however, when she fired me and went so far as to accuse me of planning to start my own PR firm to compete with her and steal her business.

(Posted by Anonymous)

So it's a few years ago and I was living about an hour from where I grew up I had just had my daughter and her father came home and proclaimed he "had changed his mind"! Can you do that? So there I was with an infant no job and moving back to my home town. My mother was working for a Steel Company it was an office they bought and sold secondary crap really. Well I started coming in part time to help them get organized it was a husband and wife who owned the company. The husband whom I now refer to as Shrek (I wish I had a picture if there were ever a human who looked like a cartoon)! He calls me in his office and says I really like your work ethic you seem to be catching on I would like to offer you a job.

So cut to the good part about a year later he had hired an "old friend" who was a female, oh look I smell divorce! And that is what happened a few months later he and his wife are getting a divorce now Shrek up to this point was a pretty okay boss he liked to yell and scream and stomp his feet but that was about as far as it went. I was good at my job. Well the "old friend" then hires her sister who PS is a HUGE DRUNK and normally comes into the office after lunch smashed! So what does Shrek do he rewards her with a red mustang! Wow is it really possible he is nailing both of them! YEP as Drunky the clown let me know in one of her drunken stupors!

The saga continues, after the jump.

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I work for one of the most two faced, evil biatches ever! She can go from smiling and being my bestest friend to bitching and threatening to fire me in a heartbeat! She constantly belittles me and makes me feel stupid. Yesterday, she got mad because I went to the restroom without telling her. She said she never knew where I was. Excuse me, this woman is not my mother! I am not required to inform her of my every movement!

(Posted by starla)

I worked for a "cocunut" family who owned a veterinary clinic.

The father was a veterinarian as well as his middle son. then we had the mother who did all the paperwork. The youngest worked as an assistant in the back with the doctors and finally the older brother, he was the so called the "boss". He had no skills but his mother thought the world of him.

While he would be sitting down I would walk by him and drop a few chips or pieces of little papers on his head. He would walk around serving clients and all of a sudden he would tilt his head the papers or chips would fall, he used to get very upset at me and would tell me to stop it. (I didn't).

Anyhoos after a few months of this he finally said enough and sent me packing in his letter he said that I did not show professionalism at work. Funny, I now work in a Deputy Minister's office.

(Posted by Michelle)

How I hate pretentious people! Working as a temp, I imagine that its par for course to have to work with people that think they're better than you- luckily for me, most of my experiences haven't been that bad. Until this week.

First of all, let me describe the office I'm working in. It's a financial office (don't ask me what exactly they do I couldn't tell you) and as such, there's a secure key-card entry door. EVERYBODY has a key card- even I get a key card, but why is it that the whole company is lazy??? Besides being a receptionist, I'm also a glorified doorman thanks to a little button I have under my desk that unlocks the door. I have do my reception-ing duties as well as keep a sharp eye for people walking up to the door (who work here and all have cards) so I can press the button to save them the 3 steps it takes to swipe the card. God forbid I'm looking down or something or I'll get one of 3 things: 1) The Irritated expression (Oh-my-God-I-have-to-reach-into-my-pocket-find-my-card-and-walk-over-and-swipe-it); 2)The Bemused expression (I'm-confused-why-isn't-the-door-open?) or my personal favourite; 3)The tap on the glass door (Hello-look-up-please-and-see-me-standing-here). Either that or I'll get a combination of the three (#1 and #3 together are sooo obnoxious).

I just think in general office workers are lazy. They sit for most of the day and when they actually walk around the thought of adding a few extra steps to swipe their card is apparently abhorrent. Of course I'm an office worker now too- but look at me! I'm writing this blog AT WORK!!! Laziness is a disease and it's spreading. When I first started doing this work, I was so eager to find things to do. Coming from a retail environment (as a merchandiser) I was used to a frenetic pace of work. Working in an office is completely different. Here, everyone is so used to having things done for them. Coffee that magically appears (me), a dishwasher lest they soil their hands (I load it), and a magical fridge that never runs out of tasty drinks (I restock it ) etc. Now, I've almost become one of them. I surf the internet all day, read the newspaper a little bit, check my mail and basically do nothing. I pretend to want more work in order to 'seem' eager, but in reality I'm happy getting paid to do nil. I tell you, it's a disease.

I hope there's not a word limit because this is going to be the longest post EVER.

God...What can I say about Patty's.

I guess most of the shit...well, you just had to be there. But honestly, this was 100x crazier than that stupid Johnathan Antin Salon. WE should've had the reality show.

I was a stylit's assistant at one of "Baltimore's 'BEST' salons" for two years. We'll call it Patty's, for short.

I should probably first mention that the owner is about 200 years old, thick accent, white hair slicked back into a ponytail, always wears the same shirt &slacks with the top three buttons undone, white beard...more yellowish really; my boyfriend always said he looked like a wizzard. Now here's where it gets good. He had a trach which he'd always forget to put in the little metal piece so he'd have to stick his finger in it to speak. &when he actually remembered to wear it it would, on many occasions, pop out with a loud QUACKing sound and literally shoot across the room. One of the other assistants was also a nursing student so he volunteered her to clean it out for him. Lucky girl. He would smack the assistants on the ass and make innapropriate comments on a dialy basis, mind you we were all between the ages of 17-24. He found out that I had worked as a cocktail waitress at well...a stip club and commented that maybe he'd come and watch me dance (to which I insisted that I wasn't a dancer...&he then insisted that I should be).

Now, on to co-workers from hell...
Around december he hired a new stylist who'd recently closed her own shop due to financial issues and with her she brouhgt her own assistant. She herself was quite...well...she was a total cunt. She couldn't possibly work at one of the open stations, she made another stylist who'd been there for ages pack up and relocate to the other side of the shop. She was rude and just had this phony-ass demenor, like the kind of person that is all smiles to your face then runs and talks shit about you constantly. The girl she brought with her, we absolutely could not stand. She could not follow directions. Would not close properly even months after she'd been there. She was late EVERYDAY and left early EVERY night. She'd just...not show up at all. [&never got fired because the owner was terrified of black people.] We'd make fun of her mercilessly...but she was kind of slow to catch on. I feel bad about it now because she's a shitty employee, but she's definitely a fun girl to hang out with. But anyway, this stylist's clients , most of them anyway, were just as rude as she was. The salon offered ALL hair services, obviously meaning that we were trained on ALL hair types (simply stated, yes, even us white girls knew how to take care of balck people's hair); if one of us had to take on her client because her assistant, as usual, was late or had called out, she'd send them over and they'd scowl at you and act like you had no idea what you were doing, "uh are you gonna scrub hard enough?" (Sure, I can make your scalp bleed if that's what you'd like. I'll wear gloves) "you ever rinsed a perm before?"(No, I've only been working in the salon industry for four years. What's that?). And of course, they never tipped. She would yell out for you to bring her stuff from across the room, make you drop what you were doing to sweep her station, never said please or thank you.

I worked at a horrible company for almost two years. I really pity the people still there. Anyhoo, while employed there, I met my now boyfriend (of almost two years). We dated, and kept things between us strictly professional while at work. But, soon enough, the rumor-mill started cranking, and people were gossiping. Now, this company, at the time had a "no dating" policy. But, we didn't care...both of us knew that we'd be outta there soon enough. But, here's the clincher...my boss called me into his office on three separate occassions to speak to me about my budding relationship with my boyfriend. I, of course, denied our relationship until the day one of us left. But, the funny thing is...I couldn't help but not laugh at my boss to his face during these three conversations. Because the son of a bitch actually left his ex-wife, for his secretary! I mean, c'mon!! Don't throw bricks if you live in a glass house.

Now, I'm 6 months into my new job. I just heard through some old co-workers that my boss is going through his second divorce. Poor fella.

(Posted by Lee-lo)

I type this with hesistant fingers, as I'm sure my ex-boss (who ALWAYS works SOOOOO hard) is probably surfing the Web, looking at porn and trying to steal other groups' ideas, as I write this. Whew, deep breath, here goes.

I am a hard working college graduate, who wanted to make the world a better place, post-graduation. I joined a non-profit and proceeded to barely endure the worst year and half of my life under the most incompetent, tyrannical, miserable, fugliest, unhappiest boss ever. (Well, if you could call her a boss, her management skills were similar to those of a gorilla who had undergone a lobotomy. Shit-throwing included.)

This person had it out for me from the start, threw things (cell phones, staplers) at me, yelled at me daily, called me dumb just about daily. Uh, bitch, you're the one that hired me!

NEVER ONCE DID I TURN OFF MY CELL PHONE the entire time I worked there, becuse HER MAJESTY WAS SO DAMN FUCKING IMPORTANT. Constant multiple phone calls on the weekends to run down to the office to take care of something that was HER RESPONSIBILITY, her fuckup. I lived in fear of that damn ringtone.

The irony? I am a tough-as-nails, no BS kinda person. I call it like it is and don't take crap from anyone. Except, strangely enough, from her.

i have been with a software company for almost nine years, My original boss was a wonderful man, he was the owner of the company and his side kick was my actual boss and these guys did so much for us (employees) on several occations they bailed my ass out of many jams and let me pay them off from each paycheck and then once even forgave the debt for my christmas present. My fellow employess i loved and we all got along. a great little family based company not perfect but hey i couldnt ask for any thing better. Then after 13 long years the owner sold the company and it was bought by a local company not bad but a startup with big dreams and not enuff money so we where sold again... by a ohio company owned by a couple of brothers and omg did things change. i was told that we would loose our good med bennis and i asked the head honcho about this and he just said WE DONT CODDLE OUR EMPLOYEES and i thought oh boy not off to a good start.

they put our nasally, no personallity, butt puckery, ass kissing programmer in charge of the company and it went from bad to worse. they put one of the other tech support persons in charge, i think mainly cuz she would go around an tell the bigg boss how much she was working and then bitch a whole lot about everybody and pump her self up.. she was the worst, monotone, bitchy , rude to customers and she hated taking calls so she got her self in managment. there is so many instantance i cant even remember , i havent had a raise in 4 years i even worked really hard to make sure i was on time, dressed nice and closed much more calls than was expected of me and i didnt even get thankyou but instead the former programmer who is making 150,000 to be a freeken office manager had the nerve to tell me i get paid to much for what i do and that not to expect a increase in wages ..even thought every year im making less because of the cost of living.

I have never met a more loathsome, disgusting or annoying person than my boss. He's the CEO of a very small commercial real estate company in Sacramento, and there are only about 6 of us in the office. I've been here for 2.5 years as his "executive assistant" which is basically just a glorified word processor and personal shopper.

He is 40 years old and he does not know how to operate a computer. He refuses to learn anything, so I print off all his emails (they come into my Inbox), and give them to him, and he handwrites his responses on them and returns them to me to type. He dictates all his emails, letters, faxes, memos, leases, purchase agreements, everything on tapes which he also belches on, slurps his drinks and smacks while eating or sucking on candy. He calls employees at all hours - for example, he's called me on weekends to ask where his favorite pen was, how to turn the computer on and plug in his iPod to charge it, and if I sent a certain email to so-and-so. He called me once when I traveled cross country to attend a funeral to ask me to bring nectarines into the office when I returned. He has me order everything online for him from underwear to socks to Viagra to plants for his many, many whorish women. Everyone seems to think he's gay but yet he manages to hook up with all these slutty women who only want him for his money (he's got huge ears, beady eyes and greasy skin). He truly is very socially awkward and tries making jokes that are at about a 3rd grade level, such as yesterday when my back hurt he said "If I kick you in the shin will it help?" Who says that?

Furthermore, we have a revolving staff of receptionists because they can each only take the belittling, degrading treatment from him for so long. I've hung in there for the money, but thank God, my last day is in 2 weeks. He makes his personal life known, as if ANYONE cares, such as last year when he knocked up a girl and then dumped her when she wouldn't get an abortion. One day I came in and had to type up his child support agreement. He has me email all his sluts with things like "Candy Shorts, when will I see you? Let's have a threesome next weekend. Bring the 'party favors.'" No, I'm not kidding.

I had a boss that had a pretty healthy cocaine habit. When he wasn't on it (rarely), he would fall asleep at his desk with his hands on his keyboard. I had enough one day and walked out. He ran after me yelling for me to come back that he needed me, and chased my car until I left the parking lot.

(Posted by R.)

This is what I deal with everyday and somehow, either by the pure grace of God or by his sick sense of humor (depending on how you see it), I haven't lost my mind. My story is not about a lowly co-worker, but the president of the small company I work for. Let's call him... Douche bag Don. DD inherited the company from his father (who closely resembles/sounds/acts like a child molester) although he has no experience in the field whatsoever. DD still lives in the 80s and even has Glamour Shots of his wife (who he met when he was still an employee under his father and she was the receptionist. They were both married. Infidelity ensued and now they're married).

He constantly blames me for things I haven't done. On one particularly bad occasion, he called me into his office, closed the door, let me know "the walls are thin," and demanded that I stop talking about our temp receptionist. Needless to say, I sat mouth agape because I had never said a word about her. I tried to defend myself but he wouldn't have it. He let me know that I was depressing my co-workers and bringing everyone down. He ended with, "If someone isn't happy, they should leave." Pause. "If someone wants to leave, they should. Do you understand?" Out of principle alone, I haven't left.

DD is confident and cocky for all of the wrong reasons. He has a tendency to walk into offices, unannounced, stand and stare for 10 or 15 seconds at a time, and walk out without saying a word. He clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth when he's "thinking." He has gone through employees' trash cans. He wears flannel shirts tucked into jeans with white high-top sneakers. DD is going to be the death of me.

Back to work!

One doesn't really have too many options when one is trying to pay off student loans and credit card bills. I pity the poor souls who have to work at a dead-end job, albeit, one that requires a college degree, that offers pay comparative to peanuts. While I consider myself to be fairly bright and intelligent, I don't know how I allowed myself to get stuck in the rut that is my job. It's a firm of 12 employees. I took the legal assisant position out of necessity two years ago. I'll admit I was impressed by their swanky and wealthy clientele and I was lead to believe the firm was lucrative and thriving. That is, until the law clerks and junior associates opened my eyes and the world was suddenly clear. A month after I started, my boss led me into his office and paraded me around the room to admire his diplomas and awards and did I know that he was a champion cage fighter and had a small penis? Yeah, I could read this chump.

Little did I know this fool would was really a graduate from the school of hard knocks. I was informed that I wore "too many jackets" and I was dared to take off my jacket. Nonetheless, I laughed it off, only to truly be taken off guard less than a few weeks later when I was told to make out with the other legal assistant in his office. No no, the line isn't drawn here. The office is deeply dysfunctional. The goal is to help disadvantaged children, while the greedy partners line their pockets with money from school districts, that should be going towards classrooms and books. Did I mention the nepotism?

I had a job my senior year in high school, working at a high-profile dry cleaners in an affluent, upscale part of town. I was the only minority in the entire staff of 4 which included myself. We alternated weeks working together in staffing of 2-3 people, 2 people on Saturdays. The owner was also included in the total number of staff, so approximately every 2 weekends I worked alone with him. One or two days a week, he would be on staff, while other days, it would just be all of us women.

The owner was a real asshole. He had the other two women who worked there, afraid of him. I could not understand it for the life of me. What were they afraid of? He hardly ever spoke to anybody, ever. When he did, it was intense, hushed tones. He had greasy slicked back grayed hair, a steak fry for a mustache and he was only nice and friendly to the rich customers. He would roll his eyes if something wasn't done right and would snatch items from you if he perceived you were doing something wrong. I did not see this as worthy of being afraid of, but I did see it worthy of copping an attitude myself. If he snatched from me, I would look at him crazy like I was gonna slap him bald. The other two ladies would avert eye contact with him and walked around in total fear. They would never laugh and avoided socializing. They always seemed nervous, all due to the asshole who never spoke.

When it would be us ladies working, we would have fun! We would turn up the radio and dance around and laugh. We still got the job done and done well. Its a dry cleaners for goodness sake! All we did was sort, collect money and send clothes out. The cleaning plant was in another part of the city. The other two ladies would always mention how grateful they were to have a job working there. Why? We made peanuts for pay and the boss was a real jerk! I had a second job to keep my pockets lined and these two women were much older than me as I was still in high school. When the owner was around, we were only allowed to listen to talk radio, and only very low. The other two ladies never laughed and would "shush" me when I would crack a joke. He was like the quiet tyrant. I could not understand it. He struck no fear in me and I rued the weekends I had to work with him. 6 hours of no human contact with my boss, who would be standing there with me, never looking at me, talking to me or even acknowledging me until I did something wrong (i.e. something he felt he could do better). What is so scary about someone who avoids you?

Before returning (gratefully) to grad school, I worked a series of menial retail jobs...somehow falling into bridal sales as my specialty. I did an 8 month stint at David's Bridal (horrors!) before jumping ship to what I thought was a cushy, snooty high-end salon where I wouldn't have to bust my balls for a 500 dollar sale. The short version of this story is that I was fired from said snooty salon for having ethics. The long form follows below:

I began work at "Jillian's" (not their real name) in August of 2003. "Jillian" herself was an eighty-year old who still wore mini-skirts...are you familiar with the type? Nouveau -riche trashiness exemplified. She was insufferable. But I took big grains of salt every morning before I left for work and grinned and bore it because I wasn't working nearly as hard as I did at David's.

I should say right now that my position was sales associate. Nothing higher. I made 8 bucks an hour with a 2 percent commission on every sale. I was not a big cheese. I was also repeatedly told I should do something with my hair, given shoes that were more "appropriate" and used as an example by Jillian to motivate her poor daughter to lose weight. (yick, is all I can say to that one) When I wore skirts, extr effort was made to tell me how "nice" I looked, and when I succumbed and got my hair highlighted? The fawning, oh my god the fawning! (and it looked awful on me, my husband hated it and my friends made fun of me) This job began to really beat me down.

In October of 2003, a friend from David's came in to look at dresses and I helped her to find a dress that literally made her gasp. She plunked down the half deposit with no hesitation whatsoever. It was a beautiful dress. A beautiful 2800 dollar dress.

Time went by. Carrie's wedding was scheduled for August. It was common practice at the bridal salon to hold onto people's money for as long as possible before they placed the orders. So I know for a fact that they did not place the order until late November.

Around March, Carrie starts calling with cold feet about the dress. It wasn't the type of dress she expected to fall in love with, why is it taking so long, can she back out, etc. I sidestepped her issues because at this point there wasn't much she could do, the order was placed, she was responsible for the dress.

More time goes by. She calls some more, I evade, she calls, I evade.

I worked for an asshole who had a small public company located in the west and while the company is about THIRTEEN YEARS old, it has basically NEVER made a dime. The CEO spends his time raising money to keep up his coke habit and rental cars (he can't get a lease or credit to buy one because his credit is so bad.)

He spends the rest of his time trying to get laid but doesn't worry about the lack of revenue, his poor reputation and the fact the SEC is breathing down his FUGLY neck.

I wish him nothing but the worst, the big nosed shmoo bastard.... I quit as soon as I figured out what he was up to. Had I known, I would NEVER have sullied my own professional rep by working with the dipshit.

(Posted by Anonymous in LA)