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musicandchips
Thoughts from 30-Something London
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Thursday, December 04, 2003 :::
R.I.P. musicandchips HQ
An interesting thing about people is, you think you know them, and then they go and do something really weird. Or, in the case of the guy I share an office with, just plain mean. He works for the company that lease the building, a company that were going to employ me this time last year. Unfortunately, due to funding problems, they were unable to take me on at that time, but as a gesture of goodwill allowed me to use a desk and computer in a corner of their office (the very same at which I now sit). And so it’s been for the last year, and whilst he’s not the easiest of people to share space with (being prone to grumpiness and the repeated playing of average demos at full volume over and over), I felt we got on OK. Certainly no cause for nastiness either way.
How wrong I was. Turns out this guy, apparently jealous of my close working relationship with his ex-boss, has spent the last month poisoning the mind of the company owner and his accountant, claiming I am a drain on resources, a discredit to the company, and a back-stabbing two-faced something-or-other who's out to keep him out of the loop on everything. I know this because I had his emails read to me by their recipients. Anyone who knows me knows how ludicrous and paranoid these accusations are. The reason he gave me however was that the company was about to launch and expand, therefore they’d need my deskspace for new recruits. I know this to be factually false. A lie, and like Walter E Kurtz, there’s nothing more noxious to me than the stench of lies. Nonetheless, it has resulted in me being summarily dismissed from the office. Oh Joy.
So tomorrow I have to power down this computer, clear off all my files, addresses and bookmarks, pack up my stuff (including hundreds of pounds-worth of stationery now worthless as this place is listed as my address) and look for somewhere else to base myself. With no money. And for what? Because some lying, scheming chickenshit with a chip on his shoulder, who doesn’t have a clue what he’s supposed to be doing let alone the ability to do it, has decided that he needs to be alone in the office in order to sit and stare out of the window while the company he works for does f*ck all. What a w*nker.
C’est la vie I guess. Luckily I have a strong faith in karmic retribution, and I know he’ll get his. I just hope mine comes in the form of a job or a windfall, because I’m almost out of money, my computer at home is eclipsed in power, speed and memory by most modern pocket watches, and the rent’s due next week! If anyone with some cash burning a hole in their pocket looking for a worthy recipient wants to get in touch, well that’d be fine!
Next up, internet cafés, whoopieeee!
Don’t know what I’m going to listen to this evening, but you can bet your bottom dollar that it’ll be very fast, very loud, and very angry.
::: posted by Andy at 12/04/2003 06:33:00 PM
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