spare me the sunshine, tell me the truth
It’s ridiculous that people say things they don’t mean. There are degrees of it, I think, spanning the clichéd “I’ll call you later” or “Sure, I’d love to help you move” to the more egregious which are ultimately nothing more than a way of pumping sunshine up someones skirt as a means to your own end. I have to say I’ve been fooled by the sunny sales pitch more than once lately, but it never occurs to me to question otherwise – I am the trusting, gullible idiot who believes in genuiness.
I mean really, don’t draw me into conversations about building a new company, saying I’ll be allowed to do what I’m capable of, certified for, and interested in, and then (surprise!) make me nothing more than a glorified gopher. It should probably be known that by giving the job we designed to someone you have never worked with, doesn’t hold an advanced degree (or any national recognition), has a decade less experience, and measurably fewer years with the company, is not a positive way to begin a venture; and more importantly, it makes you a big fat total liar. I hope you wear the crown proudly.
