if the real wOrld applied
let's say you had a job at a struggling business. and you were an employee of several years' good standing and had a reputation for good work. but lately you were sort of slacking off a bit -- maybe you stopped caring a little -- and maybe you had a run-in with another employee or something. in other words, your golden-boy image had a little mud on the hubs.
then, noticing your unit's lack of performance, and unable to fire the whole staff, your boss was fired by the corporate bigwigs and replaced.
then a strange thing happened: everybody liked the new boss and wanted to do well by him. and sure enough the new boss came in and he was a fresh-faced winner. he energized the staff and there were a couple of good weeks. and your numbers came up a bit and wow you even beat the competition a few weeks; sold more widgets or what-have-you.
and a few weeks after that the big big boss came down from central HQ and gave a big speech about the new bossman. he said stuff like, 'well we weren't sure if jenkins was going to be the man for this job, but based on your feedback and his own performance, we think we've found him. we're pleased to announce jenkins has got the reins and he's the boss. we look forward to continued success.'
and everybody clapped and ate a slice of cake. and then later in the afternoon the company lost a big contract to the competition because the competition gave 30 reasons why it should have the account and your company gave only 3.
and then, right then, you called out sick three days in a row to go fishing and got caught in the pantry looking at digital photos of the girl who works in the next cubicle. and then after that you arrived unprepared for a big junket in toledo and ended up looking like a fool in front of the competition's sales staff.
and you got called into your "new" boss's office. what do you suppose would happen?
you'd get shitcanned
that's right. because your new boss would have plenty of political capital and he'd be desperate to clean the barnacles off his boat.
well, dear fans, none of that will happen to orioles players.
because they have big, guaranteed contracts.
this team is unwatchable and it's most depressing since word on the street is they weren't going to lay down.
then, noticing your unit's lack of performance, and unable to fire the whole staff, your boss was fired by the corporate bigwigs and replaced.
then a strange thing happened: everybody liked the new boss and wanted to do well by him. and sure enough the new boss came in and he was a fresh-faced winner. he energized the staff and there were a couple of good weeks. and your numbers came up a bit and wow you even beat the competition a few weeks; sold more widgets or what-have-you.
and a few weeks after that the big big boss came down from central HQ and gave a big speech about the new bossman. he said stuff like, 'well we weren't sure if jenkins was going to be the man for this job, but based on your feedback and his own performance, we think we've found him. we're pleased to announce jenkins has got the reins and he's the boss. we look forward to continued success.'
and everybody clapped and ate a slice of cake. and then later in the afternoon the company lost a big contract to the competition because the competition gave 30 reasons why it should have the account and your company gave only 3.
and then, right then, you called out sick three days in a row to go fishing and got caught in the pantry looking at digital photos of the girl who works in the next cubicle. and then after that you arrived unprepared for a big junket in toledo and ended up looking like a fool in front of the competition's sales staff.
and you got called into your "new" boss's office. what do you suppose would happen?
you'd get shitcanned
that's right. because your new boss would have plenty of political capital and he'd be desperate to clean the barnacles off his boat.
well, dear fans, none of that will happen to orioles players.
because they have big, guaranteed contracts.
this team is unwatchable and it's most depressing since word on the street is they weren't going to lay down.
Labels: wOe is me
posted by the wayward o at
10:26 AM
7 Comments:
Sorry to have to go here - but the problem now is that Flanagan and Duquette went over the top to sign big dollar free agent relievers who have totally tanked. McPhail will have to unload those two and get his own baseball guys if he is ever going to convince big time players to come to Baltimore.
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i agree ... flukette must be accountable.
Love the post. "Unwatchable" is right (though I never learn).
Crystal
www.enchantingsunshine.com
Absolutely Classic. The Os are doing what they always do in September.
Babooooom.
It would be really great if the O's could interrupt their implosion and beat the Red Sox. Thanks in advance.
-cW
it's a shame that you've been silent just because of this losing steak, wayward O. your voice is missed in these dark times.
meanwhile, there's a ton of things to talk about: the O's win in boston. DT gets tossed. Joe West is utter joke and thinks he is above the game, as do many umpires. Trachsel is traded. Sept call ups. Come on, man, just because they suck doesn't mean we should stop talking about what's going on.
wayward O has sooooo many incites coming just as soon as he gets back from weekend visit in land of pleasant living!!!!
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