Rod left the company for good last Friday. You know Rod? One of the key founders of The Animal Gang (you can read more about Rod and The Animal Gang here). No he wasn’t sacked by the management for incompetency or anything of that sorts. He actually RESIGNED himself from Company X.
Why?
According to the boss, he did it because he was offered a better position from another company. But I very much doubted that claim. I doubted that because that guy couldn’t even fucking hold a soldering iron. Why would anyone pay more to have a delinquent like him just to look stupid around the workplace? It doesn’t make any sense.
My take on his case is, he couldn’t undertake the new job function that has been assigned to him, that was why he resigned. All these while, he has been hiding behind his redundant post, sustaining it with loads of fawning and boot lickings. And when somebody in the management finally figured to redeem back some work off his hands, he got himself caught in a quagmire. Busted and trapped. Nowhere to run or hide. And finally, he had to do it. Leave the company. To a new host, to siphon off unsuspecting employers, just like a parasite.
To me, his departure is nothing more than a good riddance for the company. Though it may not make much of a difference with still so many more assholes around, but optimistically, you can think of it as… an asshole less for us abled people to fret about… and a good reason to celebrate. But of course, for diplomatic reasons, I didn’t make it apparent that I was elated about his departure. I had to act as if nothing happened… but deep inside, boy…I was glad that the motherfucker has finally been weeded out from the organization.
A couple hours before he checked out, Rod went around to shake everyone’s hands, including mine, and bade an emotional farewell. It was done with an expression as if he was going to board a kamikaze plane bound to some caves in Afghanistan to suicide-bomb the fuck out of some terrorists. I shrugged it off with a silent handshake and went on with my work. Then, 5 minutes later, I received an email from him, detailing a poignant speech (probably copied from the internet) that he appreciated all the guidance and supports bla bla bla.
He appreciated it, I regretted it. If only I can take back all the wasted time coaching him… those man hours could have been used for something more meaningful, like volunteering for some animal shelters… or go vigilante knocking down Mat Rempits for karma credits. Fuck, I hope our paths will never cross again in the future.
I didn’t read more than a couple sentences, and deleted the mail. I’ve got me some work to do and I could definitely do it better without people like him around. Good riddance indeed.
