You Had One Job!

 

You can be the stupidest mofo and yet as long as you exude confidence and swagger you can become the CEO of a company that has been in business for over one hundred years. Until you are found out for the fraud you have always been. By that time it's usually too late to get back all the trust consumers had in your product when your latest hire turns out to be a bigly mistake. I'm still not sure what the orange man is selling but people are sure buying it. He doesn't even have a plan but people love him because he's so sure he's right. People buy bullshit until they start to smell it, then they want it gone. That's not so easy once the odor is amongst us. Now, how do we get rid of the stink?

Trump isn't the only pompous bastard who has destroyed a company that once had a stellar reputation. 

I live in Wisconsin - the land of dairy farms, cheese curds and beer. Beer was once so popular here I remember the Sisters of No Mercy taking us on a field trip to a Milwaukee brewery. I remember it smelled like the cereal Corn Pops, not unpleasant, but since I lived amongst alcoholic relatives my whole life, the smell of beer was not a happy event. In any case (pun intended) beer was big. It's still a big deal. My main street which was once a boarded up sad sight now is lined with artisan beer makers. 

I recall when Dad who was working as a sanitation engineer, AKA, garbage man, brought home a Hamm's sign which had a lovely blue stream and some bears which lit up when you plugged it in your one outlet. Maybe the stream moved or that could be a false memory, but it was my Ralphie moment. Remember when Ralphie sees the leg lamp for the first time? It was love. I loved that sign, but Mom refused to hang it on our living room wall, which seemed odd since beer was her go to, her golden god. 

Anyway, beer. Big in Milwaukee. Even though Old Style was the swill the hood drank, Schlitz was a big deal until one guy ruined it. One guy with big, stupid ideas who destroyed a brand that was doing just fine without him. 

Most of these extroverts get by but just being that- loud, macho, swaggering and attractive to women. Well, and attractive to men, but, in another way, the way men want to see themselves. Touching, grabbing, taking, demanding, powerful beings who other men will listen to and women will spread their legs for. 

Eventually, they are found out for the frauds they are. Usually it's far too late, but in most cases they are let go with a giant severance package. "Hey, thanks for ruining our company. Here's $20 million for your input." Or, they go to prison, like the uber arrogant Martin Shkreli who raised the price of an HIV drug from $13.50 to $750. Yeah, that takes a special kind of nut. That company never recovered.

I recall in practically ever job interview I've had being asked thee question. "Where do you see yourself in five years?" This would be asked by reputable, white collar businesses to cleaning hotel rooms for $4 an hour. 

How do you answer such a stupid question, but you have to play along. "I see myself living in a cardboard box, with a bad back, maid's knees and zero hope."

So perhaps when these one man wrecking balls were asked thee question and replied, "I plan to tear down everything y'all worked decades to build up and do a scorch and burn," you didn't have your listening ears on. It takes the village to hire the idiot. Our village still hasn't decided what we're going to do, if anything. There's no unanimous consensus which is probably why the orange man runs amok, declaring ice cream cones for everyone although, filled with excrement. Some people in red hats like that flavor. Others who could do something have the, "Let's wait it out," approach. The villagers are sharpening the pitchforks, so it's just a matter of time. Hopefully- Before he runs this company into his seventh bankruptcy.