Glad I’m retired.
You beat me to it
Lots of HR gobulty gook
“Glad I’m retired.”
ME TOO!
ME TOO!!! To struggle through another round of fad management consultants would be more beyond my tolerance than it ever was.
The gang returned from yet another management camp in Phoenix this time all sporting something new to hang on their wall, “The Phoenix Principles” this time. One of the assholes cussed me because I dared to ask him for information the regional VP needed. I called him on it and told him to never do it again. “Well, I guess I was a little out of line and deserve a Phoenix Foot.” I said if you talk to these boys that work for you like that I’m surprised your guts aren’t spread all over the parking garage. What you deserve is not a “Phoenix Foot”. What you need is a kick in the ass.
That is one obit I will be happy to read and act on one day if I live long enough. I might even go back to Texas to pay my “respects” and it won’t be to leave pocket change on the head stone.
What color is your parachute or something like that.