superkat
Premium Member
I'm just going to start out with a small story about a man named Mark D____r.
Mark was a colleague of mine on the B-2 Bomber project. Someone I considered a friend and who I valued having on assignments with me in my position as an Industrial Engineer and assistant to the VP.
He was smart...but not brilliant. He was good natured, but only when it benefited him directly. He got work done, when someone else did it for him. He was your best friend on the job, but at the bar he wouldn't think twice about telling everyone how he hated you. He was the ultimate corporate player.
Assigned to bring the 21st bomber to fruition by the heads of Northrop Grumman corporation, I asked Mark to be a part of the team. Keep in mind, this is before I found out what I know now. Because, to most everyone except those who had figured out his game, he was smart, good natured, got work done and was everyone's best friend.
Get the picture?
I put in 8 weeks of grueling work and long hours putting together an entire project room with charts and updates and coordinating meetings and attending them, planning financial forecasts and sticking to deadlines....and achieving my goal while Mark pulled off the info and put it in a copier and pasted it onto the walls...and at the final meeting before the entire package was presented to the Air Force, Mark got command of the conference table.
And took credit for everything.
He did what I consider the lowest form of human ethics and integrity. He stole my work. Not only that...he walked in at the last minute, when everything was going well and pretended like he owned the place.
Where was he when I was fighting corporate? Where was he when the figures didn't match up and we needed to find a way to make ends meet? Where was he when others were bashing the whole idea and I had to stand my ground and shake in my shoes when I told my boss that everything would be okay?
Basically, where was he? Oh yeah, he was at the bar telling everyone how much he hated working at Northrop. Or how he didn't think the proposal would go through. Or how he didn't take the time to even go and find out what was going on before making assumptions.
Mark was, and probably still is...a loser. He will continue to rape and pillage other people's good fortune until the day he dies...probably at someone else's hand. Mark is what you call, a fair weather friend.
And he still owes me about 700 bucks.
My advice is to trust no one. Unless they trust you. It's a tricky way to live...because you really never know.
And I think...if Mark showed up today at my door, highly improbable, I would first say, "Hey Mark, wow. How are you?" And then, "Ya know, you still owe me 700 bucks, but don't worry about it." And then, "How did you feel when you walked into my office and took credit for everything others did?" To which there would be no response, maybe a chuckle, a sick, pompous chuckle. And then I would say, "did you enjoy it? I bet you did. But at the end of the day...it still wasn't your work, was it?"
And that, is that.
Peace,
Kat
Mark was a colleague of mine on the B-2 Bomber project. Someone I considered a friend and who I valued having on assignments with me in my position as an Industrial Engineer and assistant to the VP.
He was smart...but not brilliant. He was good natured, but only when it benefited him directly. He got work done, when someone else did it for him. He was your best friend on the job, but at the bar he wouldn't think twice about telling everyone how he hated you. He was the ultimate corporate player.
Assigned to bring the 21st bomber to fruition by the heads of Northrop Grumman corporation, I asked Mark to be a part of the team. Keep in mind, this is before I found out what I know now. Because, to most everyone except those who had figured out his game, he was smart, good natured, got work done and was everyone's best friend.
Get the picture?
I put in 8 weeks of grueling work and long hours putting together an entire project room with charts and updates and coordinating meetings and attending them, planning financial forecasts and sticking to deadlines....and achieving my goal while Mark pulled off the info and put it in a copier and pasted it onto the walls...and at the final meeting before the entire package was presented to the Air Force, Mark got command of the conference table.
And took credit for everything.
He did what I consider the lowest form of human ethics and integrity. He stole my work. Not only that...he walked in at the last minute, when everything was going well and pretended like he owned the place.
Where was he when I was fighting corporate? Where was he when the figures didn't match up and we needed to find a way to make ends meet? Where was he when others were bashing the whole idea and I had to stand my ground and shake in my shoes when I told my boss that everything would be okay?
Basically, where was he? Oh yeah, he was at the bar telling everyone how much he hated working at Northrop. Or how he didn't think the proposal would go through. Or how he didn't take the time to even go and find out what was going on before making assumptions.
Mark was, and probably still is...a loser. He will continue to rape and pillage other people's good fortune until the day he dies...probably at someone else's hand. Mark is what you call, a fair weather friend.
And he still owes me about 700 bucks.
My advice is to trust no one. Unless they trust you. It's a tricky way to live...because you really never know.
And I think...if Mark showed up today at my door, highly improbable, I would first say, "Hey Mark, wow. How are you?" And then, "Ya know, you still owe me 700 bucks, but don't worry about it." And then, "How did you feel when you walked into my office and took credit for everything others did?" To which there would be no response, maybe a chuckle, a sick, pompous chuckle. And then I would say, "did you enjoy it? I bet you did. But at the end of the day...it still wasn't your work, was it?"
And that, is that.
Peace,
Kat