December 27th, 2008 - Fuck You Number 20

Merry Christmas, all.

I can finally utter those despicable words after a six-pack, and a bottle of wine.

Oh, and two days late, for those who didn't take note.

When I was a child, I used to look forward to Christmas. I remember the last three weeks venturing up to the holiday going so slow, it was if they were dragging behind them a trailer full of all of the snow that had been left upon the ground. I couldn't wake up in the morning without hoping and wishing that somehow or another, someone had jumped up-and-down on that gigantic fast-forward button that every other kid on planet Earth was unable to find.

I guess that's the beauty of being a child. The wondrous beauty of being completely oblivious as to everything that goes into planning a joyous Christmas occasion. After all, the only direction you have at that time is to tear open the gifts that have your name spelled out across the cute, Santa signed tag.

At what point in time did the holiday that was supposed to be the most beloved, become the most stressful, and feared?

You've gotta be kidding me? I thought I was coming home, to spend time with the people I hold dearest to my heart. Of course I would bring with me gifts for the "grandchildren," and hugs for Grandma and Grandpa? But, at what point in time did it become right for a 30 year-old's parent's to hound him/her about a Christmas list? I don't need anything.

Fuck commerce, and everything that has pushed Christmas into the simplistic holiday of gift-giving and buying. Has it really taken away our time that we get to spend with our families, and loved ones?

Cheers.

December 8th, 2008 - Fuck You Number 19

You've got be kidding me?

I had three dear friends get laid off today. These three individuals were three of the hardest working, most knowledge hungry people I've ever known. And I do know. I worked with all three of them during my career. 

Unfortunately, I can't lend my opinion to all three of their situations, however, two of them I can. I can because they were just released from a company I left a short time ago; a firm in which I know they continued to work for. 

These two particular individuals worked on accounts that I worked on. Accounts that I helped build. They regularly had clients screaming their names while bent over the conference room table, in excitement of what they were about to potentially do for their brand. These two weren't hacks. And they weren't "let go" because of their work ethic, experience, or their general demeanor. 

I can tell you why they were fired. 

They were fired because the principal wasn't at all attracted to either one of them. The interesting thing is, one was male, and the other, female. My ex-principal is one of the most shallow people I've ever met. He cares for nothing other than what he looks like. And his staff is representative of that. This was solidified in my mind today, when he fired two very qualified, and talented people, who have been in the business for 2-4 years, and kept one junior employee with five months experience. 

Why? The anonymity of this blog prohibits me from posting a picture of this woman's body. Let's just say even Chuck Norris felt a little pre-cum in his pants when he looked at her picture. 

Fuck you, ex-principal. Need I say more?

Oh, and I hope you read this.

Cheers.