Blacklisting

I have decided that life is too short for helping those who don't want to be helped.

Henceforth and from now on, I will be trustworthy, loyal, honest and helpful to as many as I can be. I will not tolerate duplicitous behavior, however, and will shun those who say one thing to my face and do the opposite behind my back.

In a recent "exit interview" with the CEO of a former employer, I was told that the executive who had severed my relationship with the company was "not my enemy," nevermind he had the power to retain my position if he wanted.

Not my enemy?
Indeed, who needs enemies with friends like that?

This polecat had the balls to look me in the eye and tell me he was my friend.
Some friend.
Someone lied, someone was not truthful, and my litmus test for honor, virtue and shooting straight just got a lot harder to pass.

So I have now learned to be wary of female executives and Hebrew CEO's (or incarnations of both traits in the same body.)
If that's stereotyping, tough.

My experiences with both types have been less than successful in recent months, and I don't intend to repeat the pain.

Oaf!

I recently had the opportunity to assist a professional with his presentation skills.

His delivery and sense of entertainment is about as exciting as watching paint dry.

I gave him sound advice, coached him on his content delivery, and created several different, interesting ways for him to tell his story and accel in his effectiveness.

He stabbed me in the back.

He told me one thing and then did the opposite.

He had the gall to call me on a weekend and spew his venom and bile into my restful space.

Fine.

I will not get even.

I will get ahead.

He can rot in his own juices.