Thanks to Kate for finding our old friend Rhys Jaggar commenting on an Independent article about shouting at your boss.
rhysjaggar:
Tuesday, 24 November 2009 at 10:08 am (UTC)
What if the boss is a sadist?
It’s all very well shouting at them.
But if they have:
i. the power to provide a rubbish reference when you try and leave;
ii. a subliminal hatred of men due to poor fathering;
iii. a deep complex of jealousy allied to a need for fawning admiration;
then it’s a brave or a foolish person who shouts at them.
And it’s a brave person who resigned the previous job to challenge a new boss in under a year. And they will know that.
This is the option for the idealist state where principled decision-making takes place.
It’s extremely dangerous in a dog-eat-dog, heartless and amoral culture where taking a stand leads to ostracism.
I’ll let you decide which society prevails in Britain right now……
I dunno Rhys. It’s dangerous to draw conclusions from anecdotal evidence, especially when there’s only one completely hypothetical anecdote about the time a completely hypothetical person (let’s call him “Thick Jagger” for now) got sacked for being a bell-end.
Last time I used one of Rhys’s comments he found it while googling himself. Then he emailed me to let me know his thoughts on the matter. Would anyone like to see the email? You would? Well, here it is, in all its deranged glory. Oh, the subject line was “Are you a human being utterly without conscience or integrity?”, which made me wonder if I’d actually met him some time. Anyway…
Dear ‘Nelson’
I write to congratulate you on your truly stupendous website, containing as it does an unending smorgasbord of derision, hatred, mirth, crass rudeness and self-certitude of your superior humanity and morality.
One wonders whether you take a plunge outside America to determine whether others share your opinions?
I am sure that you would agree that if killing Iraqis is ‘acceptable collateral damage’, then killing yours is too. Assuming any woman had been conned into marrying you before she detected your self-hatred masked by American patriotism?
I am sure that you are painfully exact in your research to determine whether my statements of monitoring in a country 3000 miles from yours are accurate or caused by ‘delusions of grandeur’. I would greatly enjoy NOT being monitored and as a scientist carried out significant experiments to determine that fact.
I am sure that if we wanted to get rid of George W Bush, that killing 100,000 of your citizens would be acceptable to you, wouldn’t it? WOULDN’T IT??
I am sure that you consider US spying on all countries to steal the hard work generated there is SITUATION NORMAL, isn’t it? Presumably you are equally laudatory of criminals who steal your life’s assets and then bung the insurance company to refuse to pay you a single cent in return??
I am sure that you run a successful humane business without exploiting anyone and that you are the first to feed beggars on the street, aren’t you? AREN’T YOU??
Perhaps you fought in Iraq and are embittered?? I engaged peacefully to try and stop that war, not because I think Saddam was acceptable, but because murdering people for oil was not the way to change it. Is that a crime??
I really don’t care who you are, but I would request that your website eliminate all reference to me and I would request that the three UK politicians this is cc’ed to might respectfully request that Mr Obama shut your site down and send you to become an international ambassador for peace in the Middle East.
Since you are clearly so superior to all those who try to engage that the whole problem would be gone in 6 months, wouldn’t it?
And the USA would be admired by the whole world, wouldn’t it?
Buddy boy…………
I didn’t notice until I got to the end bit about Mr Obama, but Rhys had actually CC’d the email to David Cameron, Nick Clegg and Hilary Benn. For real. That put the fear up me good n proper, as you can imagine. So, I packed a few basic supplies and then went into hiding for a bit. It was pretty lonely in hiding, in a hut up in the hills of North Dakota all on my own. I’d have invited the missus to come with me but I was worried that Mr Obama would use the full resources of the CIA to come and put an end to my disgraceful existence and I just didn’t want her getting mixed up in that shit. Also, they would probably have turned me into an international ambassador for peace in the Middle East and she hates international ambassadors for peace, wherever they live.
As the weeks passed, my terror began to give way to a feeling of smug satisfaction as I realised that I might have given them the slip. I began to leave my secret shelter more and more often and sometimes would stroll brazenly into town and buy a pack of mini scotch eggs or a bottle of dandelion and burdock, cackling to myself all the while. After a couple of months I reasoned that the heat might be easing up (I’d starting talking to myself using that kind of cop-show jargon, it just felt right at the time) and so I turned up back home again with a bristly face. I’d been trying to grow a beard as a disguise but, even after weeks without shaving I looked more like a hairy chicken or maybe one of those sad, wispy orangutans they’re always rescuing from forest fires. Incidentally, are there any other blokes out there over the age of 30 whose beards don’t fucking join up yet? I mean, how old do I have to get before I can grow a beard that doesn’t look like some desperate wispy attempt to prove I’m old enough to buy a drink? Anyway, I can’t give away all my secrets, just in case Rhys sets Interpol on me and I have to go back into hiding. Suffice it to say that, if you’re pretty careful about footprints and keep your DNA under your hat, even Mr Obama finds you very hard to track.
Now that I come to think about it, it occurs to me that Nick Clegg, David Cameron and Hilary Benn might simply have dismissed Rhys’s furious missive as the whirly-brained fantasies of a self-important, tinfoil mentalist. It would certainly explain why I’m still at large.