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2004-07-03 - 9:11 p.m. Rationalizations are Deliberate Delusions Dear Mike: I know that you read this, and I know that in your juvenile, amateur way you are preparing to attempt to hurt me and my store in some misbegotten attempt at revenge for an imagined injustice. You've apparently forgotten my beliefs about protecting the people who do their jobs from the people who do not. A free hint for the future is that if you're leaving a job and you're going to attempt to make up a reason six months down the road that throws all the responsibility on someone else in an attempt to get them in trouble, don't do it around someone like me who not only documents everything and reports everything in a timely manner, but who saves the paper copies of documents that you signed indicating your understanding of your complete and abject failure as a manager. You had to leave my store, not because of Darla, but because you are a lazy, irresponsible fuckhead who is content with mediocrity for only the length of time that it takes you to find a way to excuse an even lower level of performance. Had to leave because of Darla? I think not. You had to leave because you routinely opened my store several hours late, routinely failed to do fucking anything in the hours that I was paying you to work, and routinely attempted to blame everyone else in the store for your failure to be anything but a pathetic waste of space. Darla is the one who called your lazy ass every morning to make sure that you were awake, and without whom you would not have kept your job nearly as long as you did -- she cared about you, and as a person who did her job completely and consistantly, I left you in place to avoid causing her discomfort. However. Of all the people I have fired or caused to leave my employ, you are the only one about whom I have absolutely no regrets -- I gave you every possible chance to improve and you threw it in my face while ruining my store's performance. You deserved what you got and a dozen times more, not only for being so determined to drag everyone down to your level -- the sole commitment you've ever actually maintained -- but for doing so in an environment that two friends of yours had put hundreds and hundreds of hours of work into in the pursuit of excellence. You betrayed, you disappointed, and you're still attempting to blame the direct consequences of your actions on other people, the weather, and God. You are a failure, and none of your pretentious rationalizations can ever remove the simple fact that you are not misunderstood, but worthless. Fucking bring it, amateur. You havn't seen the tenth of what I'm capable of. And to the rest of you, may you have a good night unspoiled by the knowledge that you've had such wretched taste in friends in the past as to associate with flotsam like this.
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