I’m not so sure what led you here. It could be your low testosterone or lack of hair. Then there’s your starkly whitened empty stare. We met you, oh simple pieman, always scoffing at our wares. Spending years on your latest assignments, and all you did was whine in compliance of someone else’s misguided direction. You’d fidget and sway while barking orders for me to work another weekend, late night, leaving me alone in the deep end. Like a cobra about to strike yet you’re weak, meeker than any ghoul eventually giving in losing the fight. Requesting another walkie talkie weekly freely head shrinking I served as your therapist, doctor, and fixer bewitched by your venomous nervous advances. You twitched and blinked and showed me all of your cards and tells. I gotta say to all that this guy’s no leader. Just a stand in paper pusher. A crewless captain piloting a sinking schooner.
While I did appreciate the opportunity, in the end I was let go unapologetically. Betrayed by the gift horse paid off to keep me quiet. Lest don’t forget you shared with me endlessly enough talking behind their backs seeking my constant advice how to handle them unimpressed. For so long you’d pry and stretch in order to get even a glimpse of true respect. You’re a wrecked wretch full of your foolish vices. Your wicked tells so obvious in their hollowness. And I’ll tell you now as I go they spoke of you as well. Called you out as an unimpressive wannabe yearning for something yet there was none I could detect. Enjoy your fancy car for now. In the end you might understand that respect must be earned not given via demand. I’m sure this harsh cascade washing over you will just be brushed off. To you I am just a crazy one with no sway. However, I never forget. Anything. Night nor day.
You toyed tricksy with my mental condition. I’m not here to make friends nor amends except for my own. I played my part in not speaking up immediately for myself when the taunting began. I’m leaving it all here out in the open for public consumption. I’m not hiding anything nor do I pay any particular discretion. I will call it out but won’t call it by name. This is no mere blame game. Instead consider it a tiny thread unraveling greedy corporate protection over property not to the people that granted it its value. No round of firings will ever be forgiven. No poorly retooled icon will ever gain any respect. Whitewashing assets might just be the ultimate sin. I have to admit we, the fired, are the lucky ones for you and the cronies that puppet your strings also cut the remains of your wings. You’ll never rise again. Too dark, dim? I’m shining a mirror on your withered heart within.
A particularly warped form of evil is required that turns an employee's mental wellness against them in order to secretly seek a way to terminate them. To blatantly deny their truthful allegations of being spied upon and hiding behind a self-serving HR machine built solely to protect management, remains a sad state of affairs. Even going so far as to request council be appointed to have all long term disability repaid by the state. Two years passed and they received no such victory. I’m not here to stir things up, but before you leave I will set things straight. Being ignored for days, weeks I suffered. I was pushed to my anxiety’s limit, broken.
Concerning my mental illness that was clearly spelled out during my interview prior to employment: I was fully transparent, honest, and forthcoming. I was fed a fake HR culture survey in order to determine my state of mind. At that point my mental state was rather fragile due to my own boss lying to me and denying my requests for assistance in proving what was later discovered as true. Installing spy software in the form of hidden key loggers is the most unethical thing I’ve ever experienced in my thirty-year career. So many lines were crossed. Now lost to time, but never lost in my memories. Razor sharp, even in altered states of mind.
I’m sure none of you could fathom my inner memory recall is beyond photographic even when I was in an altered state. I’m sure this might just sound like conspiracy theory but just as I discovered those key loggers keeping watchful eyes via our new gear I know far more than you for sure for your simple minded self centered self interested sinner. I surely appreciate all the cookies I made with their dough. Yet I have to note between HR and your bean counters actually asked for another party to pay back your financial gifts. My guess is it caused quite a rift within your serpentine slithering. Be careful. Please don’t eat your own tail, again.
Careful not to poke this bear. Feel free to sue me for slander, but buyer beware. It’s all documented and crystal clear in my memories. You have no case against me. Next time try direct communication instead of spinning yarns of directed psychological persuasion. From day one I was clear. My mental illness required consistency of my heart, mind, and soulful rest. You misunderstood and consistently caused my mental malady to worsen especially over those last few months before summer’s start. You played the part of my advisor, but I saw through your denial. I sought out aid in another way who confirmed by key suspicions.
When given the chance I tore into the company’s character barely resembling its previous genius. I told them clearly he’d be ashamed by your precocious mentally ill reindeer games. Now since I’ve never named names who knows what this ramble is about? If you dare face me again dear fiend disguised as friend, I’ll call out your name and maybe blame where it belongs. Enjoy your time behind bars so start singing your song. But keep in mind no one will listen because we all know your ingenious plots of self advancement. You’re clearly blinded by your own enchantment. Sorry to see you go. It’s time to lock you up in your casket.
I served my time for thirteen years. Now I’m freely flying drinking zero alcohol beers. My therapist and I came to a truce. We fired each other for there was no more need. My psychiatrist is thrilled to say that Seroquel plays just a small part. I’ve been told many lost souls follow my arc. I now live my life free now for three years. Don’t cry dear for what I share is all true. God knows I cannot tell lies anymore. I wield the truth calling out injustice I sleuth. I’m a psycho detective living a life fighting for Reeve’s truth back in the day. With my love I surely hope one day you’ll understand that the problem with the world is you. Always, you.
It’s time you repent. We’re leaving sooner than you think. I’d suggest you find a life preserver before you sink. It’s nothing that can be bilked or bought. You must release every financial fish you caught. Materialism isn’t the way as we were taught. The false American dream is a nightmare for most chasing shadows eventually too blind to see. They live a life of possessions and mediocrities. Y’all thought I’d stay silently six feet under, but you forgot to dig deeper into my origin story. On the third day I rose accessed by all his glory. I’m a spirit, you see. I’ve never followed the laws of gravity. I was born a rare Zodiac triad, and I can fly.
Always defying climbing higher. My soul sparked with divine powers no one else could see for I finally understood I never needed you to believe. My best advice to all is gamble with all you have and bet on yourself. I’m free now with no reprieve in sight. Oh no! you say. I’ve sealed my tomb with dynamite. Reputation ruined? I doubt that for the more truth I share the higher I rise fully aware. Care to take a shot or two at me now? Beware. It’s not a threat, it’s just the truth. Truth be told you’re an ironic non-team player fiddling with a moniker that doesn’t suit your lack of style and substance. No human resource left for you to hide.
My experience working for a four-eyed and fork-tongued fiend amateur manipulator — not as dangerous as the Thief — certainly denied my multiple cries for help. Their mind control kept me docile and quiet until I released my storm. Once my inner empath ignites nothing can defuse its incredible force. Six months passed and the lies and deceit mounted against us. I caught on to their ruse. I called out their spies going so far as receiving a clear confirmation that I had uncovered their key loggers. I caught them in the act. Seriously? Did they really think we wouldn’t notice? Unfortunately I reached my mental breaking point. They won, for now.
I have zero interest in flashing distractive bling, luxury cars, and shiny things. Corporate culture, what a joke, a paradoxical conundrum of paid off fat cats suckling teats as everyone else is starving below the food chain. We were all duped decades ago. The American dream, a convoluted nightmare of chasing false hopes and the weak, empty dollar. Life is meant to be celebrated, not droning on and on about brand guidelines, so watered down, there’s no semblance of a soul. “I don’t get all choked up about yellow ribbons and American flags. I consider them to be symbols and I leave symbols to the symbol minded.” — George Carlin.
[Peter is wearing shorts, sandals and a paisley shirt, with his feet up on his desk, munching chips and playing Tetris on his office computer at Initech]
Bill Lumbergh: “So, Peter, what's happening? Aahh, now, are you going to go ahead and have those TPS reports for us this afternoon?”
Peter Gibbons: “No.”
Bill Lumbergh: “Ah. Yeah. So I guess we should probably go ahead and have a little talk. Hmm?”
Peter Gibbons: “Not right now, Lumbergh, I'm kinda busy. In fact, look, I'm gonna have to ask you to just go ahead and come back another time. I got a meeting with the Bobs in a couple of minutes.”
Bill Lumbergh: “I wasn't aware of a meeting with them.”
Peter Gibbons: “Yeah, they called me at home.”
Enjoy this article — “The Office Space Bobs Plot No One Ever Talks About Is Genius” — from Giant Freakin Robot. They take a deep dive into the two Bobs, aka the consultants, of Office Space, 1999, written and directed by Mike Judge. The comedic brainchild behind Beavis and Butt-Head on MTV and King of the Hill on Fox.