shooting

I'm seething malice. It's sharply directed at a barrel chested, blonde, bumbling bastard who seems to be capable of only one thing: fucking up other people's lives. In fact, said bastard seems to actually take pleasure in the "shooting" of others.

See, this person is, regrettably, in charge (and I use that term soooo loosely) of a large number of hardworking people. He doesn't actually concern himself with their hiring, nor does he stoop to learn anything of their daily dealings. He is simply there to bellow out Board-massaging one-liners and "shoot" people, when they become a budgetary strain, according to him. How he fleeced his way into this position, I will probably never know, but he is there.

In my former line of work, there was occasionally a time when it became necessary to "wait out" a senior member of an organization, in order to get a deal done and thus secure a large sum of money for the company. This meant that said senior executive was an entry barrier, in and of himself, and had stalled any forward progress, for one reason or another. This is an intensely annoying part of that line of work, but one that was sometimes unavoidable.

I have found that the senior executive referenced in paragraph one is not only such a person, but being that he is in a position of high authority, is un-circumventable in any way. I can only imagine the number of lives he has disrupted and agitated during his tenure. He is the kind of person one must wait out in order to progress in that company in any real way. But not only is he an anchor to the progress of many people there, he bears a likeness to molasses in winter when it comes to actual forward progress of the company as a whole as well.

Business stratgegy? Pashaw. We don't need no stinking business strategy. We are ahead of the pack and it matters not that it's by a margin thinner than a strand of the fine silk from which his boxers are woven. Things are booming for upper management. Stock options, heavy bonuses, everything's coming up roses, so why bother with a plan, when we can all go out drinking at lunchtime and get $90 trims at the barber during our mid-afternoon errand run? A business plan......silly fuckers.

As is plainly evident, I have no shame whatsoever in loathing this man. In fact, once I am at a comfortable distance, I am tempted to call him up and tell him so. Because good people who do stupid shit, get a pass with me. But bad people who are just assholes, well you get nothing but malice from this girl; and you really have to try hard to get on that side of me. So I wish on him unpleasant holidays and rusty shower water that gives his face a rash, and bee stings on his balls, the next time he goes on yet another unearned vacation. Yeah, that'll show him.