// September 3rd, 2005 // No Comments » // Just Stuff
Last night I was watching some cable channel, and on it I saw this guy, John Wright, giving some presentation on Building Better Communities. The reason I kept the channel on was because I worked with this guy for a little while at a big research company about 15 years ago.
I didn’t keep it on because the presentation was so fascinating, as a matter of fact it was rather boring, with shots of some of the audience whispering and smirking to each other as if they weren’t too interested either.
No, the reason I kept watching what little was left of the show was because when I worked with this guy, I thought he was such an asshole. And I only worked with him for a short time because he was sent by head office to the Toronto office to clean up some mess left by the former Executive Director and Director of Operations.
Mr. Wright was very condescending to me and I remember at one point where he was taking me and another girl sent in from head office to lunch. He spent half the time flirting with the broad at lunch time and I just sat there wondering WTF I was doing there.
As a matter of fact, the reason I quit the company was because of this jerk. He was doing things behind my back, taking away tasks that were mine, and then he was going to hire an office manager. At the time I was the Production Manager and I wondered why he hadn’t considered me for the job. He didn’t know my resume, my background or anything else about me except my name. I was holding together a very busy department for that company and had received many raises for good work in my time there.
Anyway, on the day I was leaving he decided to meet with my staff and asked me to cover for the receptionist while she was at the meeting. I said no, I wasn’t able to do that (mostly because I wasn’t a fucking receptionist and saw it as another way of him trying to make me feel worthless) and he got upset. He ended up saying to me, “I thought you’d want to leave on good terms”, whereupon I told him that I was on good terms with everyone that mattered. I thought I’d get a dig back at him. Oooh, the looks I got.
So back to why I watched the little cable presentation last night: I guess I was fascinated that John now seemed to have hair, some longish hair coming out the top of a very receding forehead. He just had a few strings plastered on top of his head 15 years ago, and now he had hair. So I was trying to determine whether he was wearing a toupee, or perhaps had a hair transplant, but, of course, I couldn’t tell – the shots were not close-up enough for me.
Obviously I need to go to bed earlier on the weekends so I don’t stumble across people I couldn’t stand appearing in my living room. Why can’t I see a long-lost friend on TV?
