I've decided I need some kind of negativity clensing or something to that effect. It seems that everyday for the last couple of weeks, there has been at least one shitty incident occur that completely fucks up the rest of my day. Well I'm sick of it and today it started right off the gate.
I'm in a small private insurance and welfare group that was set up by about twenty other massage and physical therapists and few years ago. The massage people in the group, including myself got in it mainly to get away from another group of massage therapists that were headed by a husband and wife team that were pretty much a pack of assholes and, for lack of a better word, thieves.
Well our group meets once a month at a local coffe shop to discuss various things with our accountant/financial planner, who also used to work for the old group. We pay for an area of the coffee shop to have our meetings which includes coffee, tea and pastries.
Well this morning as soon as I walk in the coffee shop, feeling in good mood, some woman walks ups to me before I barely walk in the door and says, "My friends and I want you people to find some other place to have your little meetings. We meet here every morning in the area you people take up and we're sick of having to rearrange our morning just for you." Over the top of this, I can hear Z yelling at one of the other group members, "I don't care how you're related to those assholes! They're not going to be part of this group and I'm not the only one that would feel the same I can guarantee you".
I can only think to myself that this isn't really the way I want to start my day. So to the woman that decided to get in my face I say, "First of all, we pay for the space. Second, take it up with the owner. Third, we're only here once a month. Last, get out of my face lady, I don't know you". Well she gives me this big shocked look and as I'm walking away from her says, "Well we're going to take this up with a lawyer, what do you think of that". The only thing I can think of "Sounds to me like you and your friends need to get laid".
As I'm sitting down to get some tea Z, whose aunt own the shop, ends her little debate and asks what the woman wanted. I tell her and her response is, "What fucking gall! My aunt doesn't even like that bitch or her snobby friends. Oh, and let me run this name by ya, ___." To the name I say "No Thanks". Then Z "How about _____". From me, "No fucking Thanks". Then Z punchuating the names "Mr and Mrs ____". At the mere mention of thes peoples names makes me want to cringe. I can can only give her a shitty stare and say "Don't even bring those names up".
I'm going to try to give a brief history of Mr and Mrs ____ (I'll call them the Yaks). Almost all of the massage people in our group, including Z and I have either worked for or had run ins with the Yaks and their little brood of asshole massage therapists. I could write a novel on the underhanded shit that they have pulled on people and their employees. Lets just say the Yaks and their circle of geeks have cheated and fucked with us bad enough that people just don't anything to do with them or want them dead. There are numerous well known massage clinicians that will no longer advertise in our area because of the Yaks broods impromptu debates and protests that these assholes have started during informational seminars. Somehow these people have come to the conclusion that they are the be all end all authorities in the massage arena and have pretty much alienated themselves from everyone else in that community. They had also pull some shit on our accountant that about caused her to loose her liscense.
Well the Yaks business went under about a two and a half years ago because of some hefty fines leveled against them by the IRS. To this news, no one was surprised and completely unsympathetic. They somehow got themselves hook up with another insurance group, drove out most of their participants (a few came to ours), then managed to have that group dismantled by the IRS and a state insurance board.
Well as people are walking in, Z says the Yaks to each massage therapist person. Each person tells her either to shut up, fuck off it's too early, or just flip her off. The girl she had been arguing with has become increasingly more uncomfortable.
When our "chairman" and our accountant walk in and sit down, the chairman says we've got five people that want to join our group and we have to put it to a vote. I see Z give a weird look to the girl she was arguing with and then she asks who is it. The chairman asks what does it matter. Z says it matters because I want to know who it is. The chairman says The Yaks.
The entire group goes into an immediate uproar. "No fucking Way!!!", "Kiss my ass!!", "Fuck those assholes!!", "If they get in, I'm out of this!!!" When things calm down, the accountant looks around at the chairman and says "You didn't tell me that those were the people you wanted to let in the group. I thought you were being a little evasive. Look I do this for you guys because I like you and I do it cheap. If you want to have the Yaks people join this group", pointing at the chairman, "you're going to have to do it without me. Give me call on what you decide". Then she gets up and walks out.
When the accountant walks out the group goes into another uproar. As this is going on, the owner of the coffee shop is in an battle with the woman that started giving me shit as I walked in. "It's none of your god damn concern how I run my business. If you don't like it, you and you're buddies can go somewhere else. Now leave me the hell alone, I got paying people to take care of", the shop owner is yelling at the old bat. Z decides she has to go help out her aunt as it's getting busy in the shop.
While all the other people of the group are recalling Yak events, I give the chairman a rundown on the people everyone is bitching about. She tells me that she has pretty much given the Yaks the impression that they will be able to join the group. I say to her "Did you see what just happened? Most of these people will be gone if you let those assholes in our plan and I guarantee that the Yaks will find some way to fuck this thing up because they'll think they can do it better, no matter how much they fuck up or who they piss off. They always do. Count on it."
The chairman looks at the girl who had been arguing with Z and says "I feel like I was taken advantage of. Did you know this is how everyone felt about the Yaks. I'm sorry, this just isn't going to work. You're going to have to tell your aunt and uncle that this group will not let their people join". She just freaks and yells "Well I'm not going to tell them. I have to deal with them all the time. My mother put me up to this throught them. You guys don't want them in, you tell them". Then she gets up and walks out.
Z comes over just as the other girl is walking out. She says with a big smile, " well that one bitch just threatened to sue my aunt. What's happening here". We tell her and she gets another sly smile on and says "Oh just let me take care of that."
Now I need a nap
I'm in a small private insurance and welfare group that was set up by about twenty other massage and physical therapists and few years ago. The massage people in the group, including myself got in it mainly to get away from another group of massage therapists that were headed by a husband and wife team that were pretty much a pack of assholes and, for lack of a better word, thieves.
Well our group meets once a month at a local coffe shop to discuss various things with our accountant/financial planner, who also used to work for the old group. We pay for an area of the coffee shop to have our meetings which includes coffee, tea and pastries.
Well this morning as soon as I walk in the coffee shop, feeling in good mood, some woman walks ups to me before I barely walk in the door and says, "My friends and I want you people to find some other place to have your little meetings. We meet here every morning in the area you people take up and we're sick of having to rearrange our morning just for you." Over the top of this, I can hear Z yelling at one of the other group members, "I don't care how you're related to those assholes! They're not going to be part of this group and I'm not the only one that would feel the same I can guarantee you".
I can only think to myself that this isn't really the way I want to start my day. So to the woman that decided to get in my face I say, "First of all, we pay for the space. Second, take it up with the owner. Third, we're only here once a month. Last, get out of my face lady, I don't know you". Well she gives me this big shocked look and as I'm walking away from her says, "Well we're going to take this up with a lawyer, what do you think of that". The only thing I can think of "Sounds to me like you and your friends need to get laid".
As I'm sitting down to get some tea Z, whose aunt own the shop, ends her little debate and asks what the woman wanted. I tell her and her response is, "What fucking gall! My aunt doesn't even like that bitch or her snobby friends. Oh, and let me run this name by ya, ___." To the name I say "No Thanks". Then Z "How about _____". From me, "No fucking Thanks". Then Z punchuating the names "Mr and Mrs ____". At the mere mention of thes peoples names makes me want to cringe. I can can only give her a shitty stare and say "Don't even bring those names up".
I'm going to try to give a brief history of Mr and Mrs ____ (I'll call them the Yaks). Almost all of the massage people in our group, including Z and I have either worked for or had run ins with the Yaks and their little brood of asshole massage therapists. I could write a novel on the underhanded shit that they have pulled on people and their employees. Lets just say the Yaks and their circle of geeks have cheated and fucked with us bad enough that people just don't anything to do with them or want them dead. There are numerous well known massage clinicians that will no longer advertise in our area because of the Yaks broods impromptu debates and protests that these assholes have started during informational seminars. Somehow these people have come to the conclusion that they are the be all end all authorities in the massage arena and have pretty much alienated themselves from everyone else in that community. They had also pull some shit on our accountant that about caused her to loose her liscense.
Well the Yaks business went under about a two and a half years ago because of some hefty fines leveled against them by the IRS. To this news, no one was surprised and completely unsympathetic. They somehow got themselves hook up with another insurance group, drove out most of their participants (a few came to ours), then managed to have that group dismantled by the IRS and a state insurance board.
Well as people are walking in, Z says the Yaks to each massage therapist person. Each person tells her either to shut up, fuck off it's too early, or just flip her off. The girl she had been arguing with has become increasingly more uncomfortable.
When our "chairman" and our accountant walk in and sit down, the chairman says we've got five people that want to join our group and we have to put it to a vote. I see Z give a weird look to the girl she was arguing with and then she asks who is it. The chairman asks what does it matter. Z says it matters because I want to know who it is. The chairman says The Yaks.
The entire group goes into an immediate uproar. "No fucking Way!!!", "Kiss my ass!!", "Fuck those assholes!!", "If they get in, I'm out of this!!!" When things calm down, the accountant looks around at the chairman and says "You didn't tell me that those were the people you wanted to let in the group. I thought you were being a little evasive. Look I do this for you guys because I like you and I do it cheap. If you want to have the Yaks people join this group", pointing at the chairman, "you're going to have to do it without me. Give me call on what you decide". Then she gets up and walks out.
When the accountant walks out the group goes into another uproar. As this is going on, the owner of the coffee shop is in an battle with the woman that started giving me shit as I walked in. "It's none of your god damn concern how I run my business. If you don't like it, you and you're buddies can go somewhere else. Now leave me the hell alone, I got paying people to take care of", the shop owner is yelling at the old bat. Z decides she has to go help out her aunt as it's getting busy in the shop.
While all the other people of the group are recalling Yak events, I give the chairman a rundown on the people everyone is bitching about. She tells me that she has pretty much given the Yaks the impression that they will be able to join the group. I say to her "Did you see what just happened? Most of these people will be gone if you let those assholes in our plan and I guarantee that the Yaks will find some way to fuck this thing up because they'll think they can do it better, no matter how much they fuck up or who they piss off. They always do. Count on it."
The chairman looks at the girl who had been arguing with Z and says "I feel like I was taken advantage of. Did you know this is how everyone felt about the Yaks. I'm sorry, this just isn't going to work. You're going to have to tell your aunt and uncle that this group will not let their people join". She just freaks and yells "Well I'm not going to tell them. I have to deal with them all the time. My mother put me up to this throught them. You guys don't want them in, you tell them". Then she gets up and walks out.
Z comes over just as the other girl is walking out. She says with a big smile, " well that one bitch just threatened to sue my aunt. What's happening here". We tell her and she gets another sly smile on and says "Oh just let me take care of that."
Now I need a nap