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So last week, we had a HR Summit where me and the rest of the PPs at each of the Southeast buildings got together in Ft. Lauderdale.
I had never been there, so I was looking forward to that. However, this also meant spending time around twelve other people that for the most part, I have found distasteful on Zoom calls for the past nine or so months. I was not anticipating spending time with the majority of these people. From six AM yoga to eleven o'clock drinks, urgh.
The real one thing that stuck out to me was that they arranged for a guest speaker on the final day before we were all going to split to get on a plane back home or drive, which is what I did.
The speaker was a person named Sarah Collins Rudolph. If you are unaware of who she is, this gives a little bit of backstory.
Well, as soon as the night before, it was just like a damn Curb Your Enthusiasm episode.
We are all in the lobby waiting for our shuttle and then elderly female (Miss Rudolph) and this guy decked out in Vietnam Vet gear who acted just like Leon Black walk in. My disgusting interim boss makes a big deal over them. They were arriving after been picked up at the airport, she invites then to dinner but Leon declines, as he is carrying a pizza.
Back to her presentation. Well, first off, Leon got up and told his version of what her story is. And then he basically commandeered the discussion into several topics, including racism, God, and he even slipped in a few Trump comments. But what really got me was that he repeatedly dug into the topic of reparations. Ms. Rudolph herself, yeah, I think some damn body should have paid for her medical bills. But this went way off on a tangent.
Leon spoke for about forty minutes, which kind of pissed me off, since as soon as his ass was done, I could hit the road and beat rush hour traffic around Savannah.
Lookit, I can appreciate what Ms. Rudolph went through, but what unfolded next was crazy. We got about 10 minutes of Q&A where the group was allowed to address Ms. Rudolph with specific questions. It was a bit sad since Leon did most of the talking.
Then it turned into Leon selling the book "The 5th Girl" for $30 dollars a piece, $50 if you want it autographed with a personalized message (I found out later Amazon sells the book for $29.95).
Wait a second, it had never occurred to me, but this was never announced. Leon is now here and with are with this shitshow trap.
Then Leon goes, ease up y'all, I don't take anything but cash app or cash, then my fatty interim boss goes, for those of you without cash, there is an ATM downstairs! Everyone disperses, some to the bath room.
Fuck. Now I felt instantly boxed in. I never carry cash, only about twenty bucks or so just in case but that's it. I am not taking out that and spending $4.50 on top of it all. So I am watching the guy and he goes, darn it, I just can't get this to work.I ain't buying the book, especially now I have to go out of my way and pay a fee at the shitty hotel ATM because this fucking guy doesn't take a normal method of payment. I felt his operation was poorly run and I elected in my mind at that point not to contribute.
But then the instant peer pressure. First of all, it was the females, led by fatty interim. I ducked out for a smoke and when I came back her and the only African American female were walking past me and they were like, did you find the ATM? I was like goddammit, what is this? A test? I was like fuck it, I am really trapped. Then I go to the machine, where another one of my other fellow scam victims (an African American male who is more white than I am but that is another story) is freaking out because the ATM only gives out money in $50 increments. Fuck that shit.
It was like divine prophecy. I had an out. But then the AA female goes, I can loan you the money, don't worry about it. Fucked again. So thankfully they leave to hit the elevator to go back to the ballroom. I just sit there and fumble about for a second. I could use Erkel's excuse and I started to wonder how it would fly. All in all, I got a lipsmack and a stare from a couple of them when I came back empty handed.
Today, I got an email from the divisional secretary on how Leon's shitshow was going to be paid for. This person got $3000 from each DC to appear. Multiply that by 12.
This means that since I have no GM that approved this crap, I have to justify it on the P&L on Monday when I go back to work.
I had never been there, so I was looking forward to that. However, this also meant spending time around twelve other people that for the most part, I have found distasteful on Zoom calls for the past nine or so months. I was not anticipating spending time with the majority of these people. From six AM yoga to eleven o'clock drinks, urgh.
The real one thing that stuck out to me was that they arranged for a guest speaker on the final day before we were all going to split to get on a plane back home or drive, which is what I did.
The speaker was a person named Sarah Collins Rudolph. If you are unaware of who she is, this gives a little bit of backstory.
Well, as soon as the night before, it was just like a damn Curb Your Enthusiasm episode.
We are all in the lobby waiting for our shuttle and then elderly female (Miss Rudolph) and this guy decked out in Vietnam Vet gear who acted just like Leon Black walk in. My disgusting interim boss makes a big deal over them. They were arriving after been picked up at the airport, she invites then to dinner but Leon declines, as he is carrying a pizza.
Back to her presentation. Well, first off, Leon got up and told his version of what her story is. And then he basically commandeered the discussion into several topics, including racism, God, and he even slipped in a few Trump comments. But what really got me was that he repeatedly dug into the topic of reparations. Ms. Rudolph herself, yeah, I think some damn body should have paid for her medical bills. But this went way off on a tangent.
Leon spoke for about forty minutes, which kind of pissed me off, since as soon as his ass was done, I could hit the road and beat rush hour traffic around Savannah.
Lookit, I can appreciate what Ms. Rudolph went through, but what unfolded next was crazy. We got about 10 minutes of Q&A where the group was allowed to address Ms. Rudolph with specific questions. It was a bit sad since Leon did most of the talking.
Then it turned into Leon selling the book "The 5th Girl" for $30 dollars a piece, $50 if you want it autographed with a personalized message (I found out later Amazon sells the book for $29.95).
Wait a second, it had never occurred to me, but this was never announced. Leon is now here and with are with this shitshow trap.
Then Leon goes, ease up y'all, I don't take anything but cash app or cash, then my fatty interim boss goes, for those of you without cash, there is an ATM downstairs! Everyone disperses, some to the bath room.
Fuck. Now I felt instantly boxed in. I never carry cash, only about twenty bucks or so just in case but that's it. I am not taking out that and spending $4.50 on top of it all. So I am watching the guy and he goes, darn it, I just can't get this to work.I ain't buying the book, especially now I have to go out of my way and pay a fee at the shitty hotel ATM because this fucking guy doesn't take a normal method of payment. I felt his operation was poorly run and I elected in my mind at that point not to contribute.
But then the instant peer pressure. First of all, it was the females, led by fatty interim. I ducked out for a smoke and when I came back her and the only African American female were walking past me and they were like, did you find the ATM? I was like goddammit, what is this? A test? I was like fuck it, I am really trapped. Then I go to the machine, where another one of my other fellow scam victims (an African American male who is more white than I am but that is another story) is freaking out because the ATM only gives out money in $50 increments. Fuck that shit.
It was like divine prophecy. I had an out. But then the AA female goes, I can loan you the money, don't worry about it. Fucked again. So thankfully they leave to hit the elevator to go back to the ballroom. I just sit there and fumble about for a second. I could use Erkel's excuse and I started to wonder how it would fly. All in all, I got a lipsmack and a stare from a couple of them when I came back empty handed.
Today, I got an email from the divisional secretary on how Leon's shitshow was going to be paid for. This person got $3000 from each DC to appear. Multiply that by 12.
This means that since I have no GM that approved this crap, I have to justify it on the P&L on Monday when I go back to work.
