Monday Monday

You know what? You would think that, by now, our company meeting a whole weekend and a day gone by, that I wouldn't still be so annoyed at what transpired.

But I am. I am still pissed off.

To try and cool my jets, as it were, here are a few phrases I've just come up with the describe the REAL reason that the division I work for has not made the glorious profits that were promised by our most esteemed "National Sales Manager" :

• He couldn't sell a sammich to a starving millionaire in Ethiopia
• He couldn't sell a Super Bowl ticket at half price
• He couldn't sell blow in a "gentleman's club"
  
• He couldn't sell a PS3 on eBay

Are ya feelin' me here? Do you get what I'm saying? As for his recent interpersonal conduct and "throw YOU under the bus" and CYA (cover yer ass) behavior he put on grand display last week, I have this to say:

• He's such a jackass that Tom wouldn't accept his myspace friend request.

And that's all I've got the patience to say without indulging in a veritable and verbose deluge of the four-letter variety.

Peace on ya
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