Friday, March 16, 2012

Good Bye Ice Queen

Christina Welcome, the ice queen bitch CEO of the black law firm, apparently, suddenly retired. Beck told me. I'm not sure if "suddenly" is actually true, but no one seemed to know about it up until the moment it happened. Maybe that is the corporate way... maybe? Really? For the boss? The head bitch?

"Well, good luck to her," I responded to Beck's message. "I hope she gets everything back doubly, that she has given to all of her staff over the years, in retirement."

I can't tell you my initial response, as people now a days don't like to hear the negative. We're all to PC beige, coddled in a myriad of rules that stops anything harsh and pointy making it to our 21st century thin skin, to want to hear any critical.
Don't use a negative, always try to make it a positive. "I positively hope she gets everything that is coming to her."

I met up with Beck yesterday for lunch and told her that my initial response was I hoped she had cancer, or something terminal. Beck laughed and said she knew exactly what I meant.

Retirement is probably a good thing, as Christiana was always banging on about retiring partners who returned as employees to work part time. According to Christina, once you are over 50 years of age, you are losing brain cells at a huge rate of knots and of little worth to the company. She was reticent to play tokenism to post 50 year old, over the hill partners.

"I'm just not convinced of their usefulness returning as employees? Why they don't just retire I will never know. We've paid them enough, let's face it." Then she'd give that look, the purse-lip smugness of she who is always obeyed.

But then, Christina never did know much about the human animal, all she new about was profit and loss statements, budgets and forecasts, anything even vaguely resembling a human emotion was quite lost on her. She'd give that quizzical look of the automaton. Lieutenant Commander Data with uncertainties.


Christina never liked her age to be known, and I don't know if the above reason was the reason, but she's now clocking some where around 55 years old herself, and I'm sure she'd hate to be a hypocrite. Ha ha, I do make myself laugh. Evil ice queens have no concept about hypocrisy, there is only how she acts and how everybody else acts. Anything else is quite mysterious.

And, because she had no people skills what so ever, I don't think she would understand the concept anyway. Allegedly, when she was a partner in the accounting world, her company sent her on "being human" courses, in some vain hope that she would be able to learn to treat people like... um... er... people.

It failed.

Christiana used to look down Beck's shirt, the big Lez. I used to watch her, like a straight man. She stand over Beck as Beck sat at her desk and Christina used to ask Beck something and when Beck would, invariably, try to her computer and look for the information Christina wanted, I used to watch her peeve down Beck's top. Every time, the big licker.

She used to tell her Special Councils that they would never amount to anything as they didn't possess any ambition or had abilities above first year law students. I remember her latest PA was absolutely devastated when Christina just came out of the blue (allegedly) and told her she was completely useless and that Christina was left with no choice but to get rid of her. In those words. No, actually those words. She was a frustrated high school teacher the way she would grade lesser executives work. She would micro mange until everybody was bleeding.

Christina's evilness percolated down. The greasy-haired, shirt hanging out, Fat Boy slob of a CFO was a bastard, elevated to way beyond his capabilities because he was a back stabbing yes man. I always imagine him to resemble some fat mediocre grammar boy, standing in the corner, sniping at the more competent, as he sucked his thumb and stamped his feet in tantrum. That is the confidence he engendered.

The Melbourne Finance Director, Anorexic Belinda, is in the latter stages of anorexia and is universally despised due to the fact she is a moody, temperamental, unstable bitch, who I suspect is having braincells eaten away by the advance stages of her illness. She now has what appears to be ginormous hair, due to the fact that her facial flesh has now melded to her skull in the absence of any fat cells. He teeth protrude like some long since dead embalmed corpse and her muscle tissue is so completely wasted that I'm sure soon she will be able to sue for neglect and unreasonable hardship. She was never pretty but now I'm so complete unsure how she doesn't frighten people.
Apparently, she howls at the moon whilst masturbating with with effigies of Christina. Bitter that she will never achieve what Christina has achieved, hostile because she knows already that she has been elevated beyond her talents, angry because she knows that everyone under her hates her guts.

The self perpetuation bag of wind who has replaced Christina is like a walking vacuum of his own voice. Nothing else exists when he is present, as he never stops talking or directing the attention to himself.

These are the inmates who Christina has left in charge of the asylum.

Oh the corporate world and the rarefied, mentally absorbed types it is seething with, leaves our world in very odd hands, let me tell you. The types who are only interested in profits and them selves and their own reputations and the very moment in which they inhabit.

If this world, on it's knees and begging for help, is to survive there will probably need to be a renascence in the business leaders allowing those people who actually give a damn about something other than themselves to assume command.

Of course, getting rid of a cyborg queen like Christina is a good start.

I would suggest that every business leader now last century. Sadly,because the politicians are feltching their collective arses, nothing is going to change.

Oh well, at least the loony Christians will be please when Armageddon comes... they'll get to see their boy.

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