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.