You folks deserve truth, and I try to provide it, whether Bigfoot, the ascendancy of the Green Bay Packers, Kiss Sucks, or the state of the American corporation.
Trying to get ahead in a business is like trying to trim your toenails with a woodchipper - likely to be painful and ultimately futile. Sociopathy is welcomed. A record of selling your grandparents to Soylent Green processing plants shall vault you up the ladder, to assistant director of the subcommittee to develop the gender/tense of the third clause of the proposal to amend the mission statement for the planning group to redesignate the stockholder's equity subparagraph of the 2cd quarter 10-K release.
paleo, valuing his grandparents and choosing to honor their memory rather than turning them into yummy protein-based chocolate-and-brown-sauce-covered meal replacements, has achieved a certain tier of frustration today and needed to vent.
Thank you, your tolerance for grievance is appreciated. As is the Windsor Beverage company.
Tomorrow, I shall be peachy and trudge on, but right now? Poop.