::Duplicity

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It is a sad fact that even the best of people must share the world with blinking, breathing sacks of shit that inhabit human skin and pretend to be one of us. The gods are unkind in this respect.

I am, by no means, a perfect person. But I am human enough to know when I have met someone who is not.

She had settled on a price with me, an amount of money for which I would buy the company I worked for. So, for two weeks and some change I waited, having asked her to get me tax and bank info. I needed numbers for a business plan, such that I might sucker a banker into a nice, cushy business loan.

Perhaps the waiting should have clued me in.

… I regret to inform you that your positions in the company have been terminated, effective today. I am taking the company in a new direction. …

The heartless, lying worm fired all of us via E-MAIL.

This wouldn’t rankle so much, if she hadn’t ruthlessly led us all to believe that the company would be in my hands, and the three of us would still have jobs afterward. I talked to her the night before we got this cold, vicious e-mail, and was still being strung along.

It wouldn’t be such a blow, except for her utter lack of humanity, maturity, honesty, and basic communication skills. All she needed to do was let me know that my monetary offer wasn’t good enough — I could have gotten more. Or, failing that, the slobbering cunt could have been forthright about her decision to go elsewhere — instead of broadsiding all of us. I had been intending to get a second job, just to be safe… until the offer of buying the company came.

I really don’t think she’s capable of comprehending the complete, ugly truth about her and her actions, and the effects they’re already having on my now-incomeless household.

I get to walk away from this unemployed and clinging to my savings account like it was a life raft. She probably gets enough money to go through four years of California college and still come out ahead, even after the crack habit, abortions, and liposuction she’ll pick up is all accounted for. Something about this world definitely isn’t right.

A backstabber like this is definitely ready for the business world. I just hope some career white-collar corporate pirate does to her what she’s done to me and mine. I can’t wish a painful and lonely death on her often enough. Her name is a curse word in my house. May her wounds always fester and her lovers betray her. May she be miserable, until the unlikely day that she evolves into a thinking, feeling, responsible human being.

Ugh.