Silent? Maybe tomorrow...

Ya know, kiddies, I realize I’m supposed to be grateful. I realize I’m supposed to stop bitching, shup up, suck it up and just be glad that I’m leaving.

Except that’s a betrayal of everything I feel and see around me. So now, I will rant. This is me, would you expect anything less?

I leave this place with a profound sense of disappointment. I know--I do not think--I KNOW I was set up to fail. These non-integrated systems, the lack of communication, and pure evil selfish narcissistic miscreants took a working system and fucked it up beyond any comprehensible level of human understanding. Now, since we know narcissists aren’t human at all but mere shells, I am supposed to be alien. Quiet. Obedient. Aloof. Submissive, demure, stupid. I am a great resource, but no one wants to hear it. I might get too big for my britches and actually ask for a pay raise or a new title. And to top it all off? There’s some bullshit lunch I’m supposed to go to being “held” in my honor. I said yes and thank you, but really these are words. I really don’t cherish the thought of spending any time with any of these people in close quarters. The gesture is an empty one, anyway. It’s another veiled attempt to get inside my head and know the real reasons why I’m leaving. If they cared, I would have been treated better and not pushed to a semi-nervous breakdown back in June. Even my doctor told me I’d crack eventually. I wish they’d shut up and put it in my check. I’ve already got the NYS Labor Board and a labor lawyer on speed dial ready to go if there’s any “cuteness” in my last check. I know how flat-out cruel and mean I can be. It’s beyond nasty, it’s downright evil and I’m proud. Sun Tzu’s Art of War states that to know your enemy? You must become your enemy. Well, I can mirror these bastards better than their own miserable reflections.

A profound thought occurred to me last night: no exit interview. Then, I realized the last time I spoke with HR, the “We’ll Pay You To Stay Home” back in October WAS the exit interview. I said I wouldn’t take the bait, stated clearly my intention to find a new job which I now have, and walked out with my head held high. The insidious nature of these cockroaches was to make things so miserable for me that I left. Well, fuck all of them, I took the hint. Now you’re stuck with Pinochet, Sad Sack, Baldo and the other rah rah rote cheerleaders. NOT MY PROBLEM.

I am free. And why? Simple. The harmonious disconnect that is disengaged management and top-down thinking is not going to destroy me. They will fall apart. It happened at my previous job and the one before. I’d say for every place I’d left, the average is two or three people that they have had to hire to do what I do the way they do it. In the long run, I’ve helped companies go into the red, not the black, after I leave. They’ve kept me in the red while my moods turn black. Joke’s on them, kiddies.

I am also covering my ass legally by backing up all my files and basically deleting my hard drive. I found a great free download program that the CIA actually uses. Anything on paper has already been shredded.

The funny thing about the personality-disordered is that they trip over themselves trying to appear smarter than everyone. For all their intelligence and cunning, they fall into their own traps very badly. I’m sure it kills them that I am three steps ahead of this loathsome game they tried to push me into. Let’s not forget how cat-like and sharp I am. My little fuzzers taught me well. Patience, beauty, stealth. Then the claws, the fangs and the POUNCE. Right for the jugular. To play and to kill is the same instinct to my immortal beloveds, a lesson I have learned well.

Three days to go, kiddies. Anything that hits the fan will NOT be distributed evenly.

Stay posted!