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I used to work for a very well-known, high-profile company (actually a division of a GI-normous high-profile company).
The President was a little shifty-eyed, beady-eyed weasel. He married a trophy wife and had connections at the top, so "job security" was never an issue.
The first time I had a meeting in his office, I walked in, and the VP and Director were already seated at the circular table. I sat down. They stared at me. One of them cleared his throat. I looked at the VP like I was asking "YES?"
He said "See the wheels on the bottom of your chair?"
I looked down and said "Yes."
He paused and said "Now look at our chairs. Do you see any wheels?"
I said "No."
He said "That's because our chairs don't have wheels. The chair YOU'RE sitting in DOES. That's because it's (the president's) chair. YOU ARE SITTING IN THE PRESIDENT'S CHAIR."
That's what working in this company was like, 5 days a week.
So the president held a quarterly meeting at his home. It was a townhome...I was surprised, I expected more or bigger from a company president, and it wasn't in a gated community or anything...but that didn't stop this man or his wife from putting on the airs of Commander-In-Chief and his First Lady.
His wife walked up to me and said "(Blank) has been telling me what a great job you're doing." I thanked her, and she walked away, and I knew damn well that if I had a million dollars in my hand and offered it to him if he could only guess my name, the million would never leave my hand.
I was there a couple of hours...it was a non-stop ass kiss-a-thon, just all of my fellow department members seeing would could get the most face time on his ass.
When I left, I had the tape of the "Lou Reed Live In Italy" album (with Bob Quine) in the car...popped it in, queued it up to the 17-minute flamethrower "Some Kinda Love / Sister Ray" medley, and just effing BLASTED it and SANG WITH IT (something I normally don't do) all the way home.
"IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIm....searchin' for my MAINline.....OOOOOOOOOOOH BABE....You know I couldn't even hit it, OH, SIDEWAYS...."
I will never hear "Sister Ray" again without thinking of that day. Every time I'm coiled up like a spring and have to blow out aggression, I pop it into the car stereo...except these days it's a CD, not a cassette, but I still sing along with it.
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