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Originally Posted by formere-tard  TC,
Please, spare us all the sanctimonious attitude. So, let me get this straight...we are all malicious, mean spirited, and cruel for pointing out certain truths? Dude, did you really work with Jill Falkengren from 99-01? That was one of the most malicious, mean spirited, and selfish bitches I have ever met in my life. Let me tell you the story of a young MT back in those days that had just started working at ERAC after moving from Denver. Well, he had to fly back for a wedding on Friday night that he was in because Jill couldn't rearrange the scheduling to accomodate his prior commitment. Well, he managed to schedule a flight out that day at 7:00, but Jill decides to send this kid to deliver a Cadillac down to Lake Havasu at around 3. Now, she told him that he should be only down there and back by 6. Well, she lied to him and the kid missed his flight by about an hour. Now, she knew this wasn't true, but that bitch was so greedy that she just had to get a Cadillac down there right then. So, she managed to ruin this kid's weekend and another couple's wedding she didn't even know all because she wanted that rental out and didn't want to make the drive herself. That is what kind of person Jill Falkengren is.
Here is the deal: if these things weren't true, you might have a point. Unfortunately, all of them are true. If you had really worked with Jill from 99-01, it would be readily apparent to you from the pictures in the Francine Mazza thread that she has gained at least 20-25 lbs. since those days. Francine also looks very leathery and she should consider laying off the fake baking. Jill is turning 35 in December, this is a fact. A woman's reproductive capabilities decrease considerably after hitting this age, due to the age of her eggs. Now, the fact that we are bringing this to light should serve as a cautionary tale to all the younger generation that is still working for that company: don't stay with them too long or you will end up like Jill Falkengren, a hated, reviled shrew of a woman that has gained too much weight from long ERAC hours combined with a steady diet of happy hour booze and greasy, fattening food who is doomed to grow old unmarried and is going to die in a hospital room alone with no children to comfort her.
The truth is that a lot of the people that were managers at ERAC got there by shitting on their co-workers and being weasels, not by hard work and conducting themselves in an honorable manner. If a man had EVER treated me the way Jill Falkengren and a couple of the other e-bitches did, I would have most likely beat the hell out of them and walked off the job right there. As women, they knew they could treat people worse than men and get away with it. Now, it would be wonderful if we could all just sing some Bob Marley, smoke a big fattie, and have a great big ole' love-fest, but I really don't feel like breaking bread with those people. I feel like they took enough from me over the years I worked there and they just flat out disgust me. Trust me, when I have fantasies about ERAC, they usually involve a chainsaw and either Metallica or Pantera playing in the background. Fortunately, I now live and work in Summerlin and not over on the east side of town, close to the airport, where most of the e-chimps reside, so I don't see them very often. I have a job for Washington Mutual that I really enjoy. While I am not rich by any means, I am probably earning about 2 1/2 times what I was making a ERAC and I only have to work about 40 hrs. to do so. I got married a few years ago to a school teacher and she makes more than the BM's do at ERAC, but only works 180 days a year, with very reasonable hours. We are going to have a child in Jan, and this is something I could have never afforded if I had stayed with that sorry-ass company. I'm glad everyone here has gotten out, but I do still hold some resentment for a few of the green koolaid drinkers who stayed with the company. |
Jesus e-tard, next time how ‘bout dropping some page numbers and chapters. No love for us readers at all I guess. ;-(
No, I don’t think every one is malicious, mean spirited, and cruel. Only the people who cross the line between decency and obscene. Look, I know you really REALLY hate Jill. You are completely entitled to that opinion. I'm not saying you can't post bad comments on these posts. Fuck it. We need Dr Taylorcakes to sort this out. Let’s look at this from a psychiatric perspective with his help:
Etard settles himself comfortably on Dr Taylorcakes (licensed ERAC shrink) leather couch “Okay now that your comfortable, lets continue with the session. Where does such anger arise? Family issues? Women in power issues (thanks frmrgreengirl! One love!) Or the fact that you can now say all the things you really wanted to say to her face but were not “strong” enough to. Why didn’t you say these things to her at the time of your employment? Maybe, and this is just my clinical E-pinion ( Jesus, I’m cracking myself up), maybe you and the rest of the telephone/internet tough guys actually feel a sense of closure by finally saying these awful things now years later. As a licensed E-doctor I can tell you it doesn’t. From a clinical E-RspeCtive, I would recommend channeling all the pain and anger into a medium that doesn’t hurt anyone else. Like your family, your current job, learn to juggle a fucking soccer ball for chrissakes! (BTW- Dr. Taylorcakes worries about your children considering your extreme lack of a moral compass. Please for the love of your fellow man do NOT teach him/her how to throw stones like his/her daddy) I mean honestly, so she didn’t give you a fucking car while sitting at 84%. I guess that is about as bad as shooting your dog, murdering a family member, calling your mama a bitch. Jill was a fucking cunt cutthroat manager. Who on this list can’t name a bunch of other shitty ass managers that they had to deal with.”
“If you’re going to continue to argue with me whether it’s RIGHT or WRONG to publicly blast another human being detailing every fucking horrible trait about them, then you have already lost and I will continue to murder you a-holes w/ love.”
“I saw a Tim Welsh thread opened up and I’m surprised none of the hate posting trolls haven’t started in on the cancer jokes. Oh? Did that get your attention yet? Probably not.” ;-(
“Are you catching my drift yet etard? There clearly is a moral line that I’m trying to point out. It’s easy to cross that line w/ all the other trolls. Don’t. Stay fucking strong! Be a better man. Fight the herd mentality! If you want to post a comment try to refrain from crossing that decency line.”
“And lastly your fantasies concern me a little. I believe that Dylan Klebold, Eric Harris & Cho Sung-Hui also had similar fantasies about the people/places that they felt wronged them somehow. Realize the good things in your life. Don’t dwell on the things that give you these violent fantasies. Seriously, and this is no joke, I fucking hate erac as much as the next guy but I never envision chainsaws and crappy heavy metal. Next time burn out on 40 on the treadmill while blasting Slayer South of Heaven. Better metal, you’ll forget erac and you’ll burn 300 calories. A total victory over your Epression" ;-)
Dr. Taylorcakes grabs his prescription pad: “Okay etard, I think we’ve made great strides here. I’m going to prescribe some hugs from your wife, some future big smiles from the one in the oven, and much good will from me to you.”
Etard stands takes the prescription. He turns to the Dr. and raises his arm and extends his index finger and nods his head. “One love doc, one love”