Yes, on second thought I decided not to drag us all through a story of deceit, half or whole untruths, predatory business practices and anything else in that realm. What's the point? Am I ever going to get made whole by bitching about this horseshit? No.
But the summer of love goes on. Hamas fires rockets into Israel and Israel retaliates. Another Malaysian Air jetliner goes down in Eastern Ukraine under dubious circumstances. A candidate for Congress attempts to block a bus that he thought was carrying undocumented children en-route to a boys ranch in Oracle Arizona; when in fact is was a YMCA bus carrying children to a day camp outing.
During my travels last week, I saw many good people trying to enjoy what few days off they had. We'd go back to the hotel at night and flip on the TV and watch most of what I just described.
I have a life. Part of it is to be very aware of the world I live in. That world has all the potential of being a wonderful place. And many times not. Everybody seems mad at somebody about something. It 's heartbreaking to see this anger carried out on a daily basis, but it's just that people are scared; scared of what they think they know, what they really know but mostly scared about the unknown.
I write about these things. I mix in sports, music, social networking, politics and opinion. I call them as I see them. I really need a maven to help me promote my blogs more. But without anything other than an organic following, my thoughts have been parsed by 7500 people in 12 countries since I started shooting my mouth off in November of 2013.
I love doing it, but today was me calling off the dogs of a story nobody really wants to hear. At least I don't think you do. I didn't want to whet any appetites any more than I did with yesterday's post. The story is too goddamned depressing anyway and our lives have enough drama without adding too much more. There are dramatic stories that need telling and if I get a chance, I will tell them.
Maybe, together, we can dial down some of the fear that makes us so uncomfortable.
See you tomorrow.
Thursday, July 17, 2014
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Small Man's Disease
Part of my summer of discontent is based upon unsuccessful business dealings with an afflicted CEO of a company with whom we were doing business. His affliction is that he suffers from the famed Napolean Complex, or "small man's disease". Wikipedia says the complex is "a pejorative slang ...characterized by overly agressive social behaviour, and carries the implication that the behaviour is compensatory for a perceived lack of stature."
We've all known people who have exhibited this type of behavior. This man's attitudes and resultant decision to refuse to pay for more than $50,000.00 worth of merchandise, based upon his perceptions have caused me more than a few sleepless nights. Some of the features of "smd" are indicated by a propensity to scream, speak in an unprofessional manner, hang up telephones in rages and finally refuse to pay for things that his company had approved.
The story is a long one and it still hurts to tell it. It is further, far from over so I need to be scant on specifics, as well as names, ranks and serial numbers. It's just one thing more that I have to deal with that gives me no closure or satisfaction. I am a rational human being and in the world of business, laws and situations favor the aggressor, not the victim. By the way, I feel I am the latter. What I have just written is all I want to write for today. It's just too difficult. Since I have regular visitors, I will feed you segments of the story over the next period of time. We'll call these vignettes the smd chronicles. Each post has a title, so if you see 'smd' at the end of a post title which has other stuff in it, that will be your episode guide. Whatever small portion of the episode I write about in the future will be written in RED, which is the appropriate color given to ink and other events where one is hemorrhaging money because of a dispute. I think you'll find the entire story a real doozy and as much as I want to scream from the rooftops to justify my frustration, I am secure in the knowlege that karma is a real bitch and people who fuck with it, will get theirs. But I still think my rational approach is a built in frustration in and of itself. When you get right down to it, when you feel you've been wronged, you want revenge, don't you? Or do you?
Stay tuned.
We've all known people who have exhibited this type of behavior. This man's attitudes and resultant decision to refuse to pay for more than $50,000.00 worth of merchandise, based upon his perceptions have caused me more than a few sleepless nights. Some of the features of "smd" are indicated by a propensity to scream, speak in an unprofessional manner, hang up telephones in rages and finally refuse to pay for things that his company had approved.
The story is a long one and it still hurts to tell it. It is further, far from over so I need to be scant on specifics, as well as names, ranks and serial numbers. It's just one thing more that I have to deal with that gives me no closure or satisfaction. I am a rational human being and in the world of business, laws and situations favor the aggressor, not the victim. By the way, I feel I am the latter. What I have just written is all I want to write for today. It's just too difficult. Since I have regular visitors, I will feed you segments of the story over the next period of time. We'll call these vignettes the smd chronicles. Each post has a title, so if you see 'smd' at the end of a post title which has other stuff in it, that will be your episode guide. Whatever small portion of the episode I write about in the future will be written in RED, which is the appropriate color given to ink and other events where one is hemorrhaging money because of a dispute. I think you'll find the entire story a real doozy and as much as I want to scream from the rooftops to justify my frustration, I am secure in the knowlege that karma is a real bitch and people who fuck with it, will get theirs. But I still think my rational approach is a built in frustration in and of itself. When you get right down to it, when you feel you've been wronged, you want revenge, don't you? Or do you?
Stay tuned.
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