Marika Malaea

faithful marauder + fake royal

Rock Is Dead

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Photo: True love.

Dear Business Owner Who Is Going Down, Down, Down, In a Fiery Blaze of Glorious Failure,

It was all there at your fingertips: great ideas, sound business philosophy, excited investors, and damn fine employees. Now you’re living in Corporate La-La Land, and your business is an albatross around the neck of everyone it touches. In the industry, you’re a joke, some newbie who thought she could take on the world; unfortunately, you’re the only one who doesn’t know it. As more employees leave you–loyal people that you ran into the ground with your inconsistencies–I doubt you’ll take responsibility for their abrupt abandonment; you’ll just masturbate furiously to Oprah while declaring yourself “authentic”. I used to take the high road and hoped your business would succeed, but after seeing you micromanage your already unqualified management team (the one you chose based on your intuition, and not on their references or experience), and hearing about your transformation into a corporate bobblehead bitch who can’t follow-through, I hope you fail. Spectacularly. And I hope your failure is documented throughout the annals of time, through every media outlet possible, and passed down from generation to generation as a cautionary tale. You used to be worthy of my respect, but now you’re worthy of no one’s.

Insincerely,

Your Former Employee (there’s a lot of us!)

******

Dear People Who Insist On Shopping at Trader Joe’s When I Do,

Take a look around. Just look around the store, slowly. Eyeball the dimensions, give yourself some leeway. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but there’s not a lot of room in here. Trader Joe’s is slightly bigger than a breadbox, and yet here you are with your three kids, a large cart, and a dog, meandering about the store as though every object privately amuses you. There’s not enough room for me, my road rage, and your entire extended family. GET OUT OF MY FUCKING WAY.

I’m going to kick you in the shins,

Snotty

******

Dear Scissors,

I know you try your best. I really do. It’s just… you’re not exactly a winning hand, you know? Every time I utilize you on the playing field, I get shat in the face by Rock. He keeps kicking my ASS. And then, whenever I choose Paper, you go all Benedict Arnold on me and play right into the hands of Justin–he uses you to beat me! I’LL NEVER WIN THIS WAY. I need you on my team. Whatever he’s offering you, I’ll double it. Rock isn’t dead, but I don’t need him in my life anymore. I just need you and Paper; we can bring Rock down together.

Hopefully yours,

Marika

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Written by sn0tteh

September 2, 2008 at 3:31 PM

Posted in Uncategorized

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  1. You should check out Tabatha’s Salon Takeover on Bravo. Or not, it might be painful drudgery.

    FreNeTic

    September 2, 2008 at 4:48 PM

  2. Not a huge fan of the show, mostly because of Tabatha. Well, that and I don’t have cable. But salons are way different than spas, so I can stomach it more!

    Snotty McSnotterson

    September 2, 2008 at 5:02 PM

  3. I think I’m going to twitch every time I pass something that even remotely looks like a spa.

    Erin

    September 2, 2008 at 5:32 PM

  4. Luckily, you didn’t work at a spa; you worked at a chop shop.

    Congratulations on quitting! We have to celebrate somehow.

    Snotty McSnotterson

    September 2, 2008 at 5:33 PM

  5. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

    Manthony

    September 2, 2008 at 6:04 PM

  6. Indeed.

    Snotty McSnotterson

    September 2, 2008 at 6:13 PM

  7. ha ha!! I TOTALLY relate to your trader joes letter!! It is a tiny place why do people need to bring their entire families!!!??

    FancyPants-design

    September 2, 2008 at 6:32 PM

  8. I know! I also wish people would stop breeding so much. But that’s a separate issue.

    What irks me is walking into the store and seeing a thousand people in line already–it makes me want to leave. Either make the store bigger, or have bouncers at the door. They can afford to be choosy.

    Snotty McSnotterson

    September 2, 2008 at 6:40 PM


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