I know it’s not love and light to admit this – but yes, I am judging you. Well, not YOU. But a few people that happen to inhabit my office – I am judging them and they are encouraged to judge my ass right back.
Why, you ask?
Every year, we adopt several families at Christmas as an office gratitude tradition. I began this lovely practice in 2009 and it’s been going since (even when I’m not there leading it).
I’m running it again this year and sent out an email about it – pretty quickly got a lot of yes votes (which is nice). I had to re-send the emails a couple times but mostly everyone was on board.
These are men who spend more on a single shirt than they would contribute to this endeavor. One didn’t bother to respond to me but told someone else that he didn’t want to contribute because it was designed to make another broker look good. (Rolls eyes so hard they came out my ass.)
SIDEBAR: Remember the crazy broker I worked for back in the day? Him. This grinchy advisor hates him with a flaming passion. The charity we work with is one of hated broker’s clients. That’s the connection.
How fuckin’ petty can you be?
Pretty fuckin’ petty because other grinchy broker, who embodies the words ‘pissy little shithead’ wrote back that he already made all his charitable contributions this year.
A $20 gift card is gonna break your ass?
I don’t get this at all. All of the support staff (who all make SIGNIFICANTLY less than any one of these advisors) are in with a full heart. As they always are.
So yes, I am judging you both. And harshly, at that.
Here’s an opportunity to do some good, ease a fellow parent’s heavy heart and provide a child with a gift and you say no because you’ve taken all your tax deductions for the year or because you are so full of yourself that you can’t see beyond your ego?
Shaking my damn head.