The Mad Poller What Polls at Midnight (maeincarnate) wrote,
The Mad Poller What Polls at Midnight

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Bastard Cock Gobblers

As I have made mention, I worked at, an internet music dot com that died last year. I loved that company. I loved what we were doing, and even though the upper-upper management team was doing everything they could to bumble us into oblivion, I had genuine hopes that the little bird could fly. Management, of course, won, we tripped over our own toes enough to leave our asses out in the wind to be bought up by any “investment group” to come our way. The majority of the company was laid off on January 4, 2001. Some of us stayed on longer to clean up before we were completely liquidated. The time after the layoff was awful: depressing, tense, hostile…all around bad. Mostly because we were all so crushed, I think.

Anyway, most of us who worked there, as many of you who read this know, still keep in touch. I was talking to some of my former co-workers about our W2 forms, and how we had not gotten them (seeing as we all got hefty severance checks on January 4, it’s pretty important that we file that money). Brian, the perfectly cynical engineer, and I were combing Google yesterday for information about the bastard cock gobblers who took us over to find out contact information for the CFO to get to the bottom of this. Apparently Dickie, one of the account-tants had already called and gotten a runaround from them saying they already sent them out in June. We expected a tough battle.

We got the number, and a few left and returned messages later, I was connected with the actual person I needed to talk to, who seemed very understanding about the situation and seemed to genuinely believe me that there had been a mistake made. So that part was pretty satisfying and a nice end to what could have been a big damn hassle.

The part that still makes my stomach twist up is when the first guy I tried to reach called me back and said, “Hi, Megan, this is Blahblah Blah from” I took a deep sharp breath that felt cold in the back of my throat. Forgive the hyperbole, but it almost felt like it was a dead person calling. Never in my life do I expect to hear from my maternal grandmother again. Never in my life did I expect to hear the phrase “from” again. I told him so. “Whoa, never thought I’d hear that again.”

He chuckled nervously. “Oh, hahh...did you work there long?”

“From the beginning” I said.

“Oh, huh, well, uh, then this must have been hard for you.”

Yes. Yes it was.
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