I see you, strutting about the store, acting like Mr. All That, nitpicking on employees, berating them in public and playing favorites. When you arrive, spirits wither and morale plummets like a skydiver without a parachute. You take obvious pleasure in finding fault in others. Your type is not respected, just feared. Even those who you think are your “fans” (a.k.a. “pets”) despise you, but you’re too obtuse to tell. No one is going to have your back when you screw up, and that’s your own damn fault, fool! When the chickens come home to roost, you won’t be crowing any longer, and you won’t be missed. It’s just a matter of time.
SEND US your anonymous rants and raves about your co-workers or any badly behaving citizen—or about citizens you admire. I SAW YOU, Metro, 550 S. First St., San Jose, 95113, or via email to Is*****@*******ws.com.
