Anyway, here is my story:
For the past two years I've been working as an accountant for a small company (around 30 employees) that specializes in mobile marketing (we're the ones spamming your cells with text messages
)Our boss is a nice enough guy, but he's a sport fanatic. In his office there are pictures of football and baseball players, autographed baseballs and a framed jersey. It made me sick when I first saw them, but I needed the job. Tim (his name) tries his best to get all of his employees to spend time with each other outside of the workplace, and he does this by getting us to hang out socially and raise money for charity. (He's pretty young, and he has an incredibly unorthodox management style, one like I have never experienced).
That's great, but here's the deal, it all involves sports!! One of the charities was to help raise money for a youth baseball organization that caters to the physically and mentally disabled. I couldn't believe that they even want to indoctrinate those less fortunate with the evils of sports!! However, much to my chagrin I participated anyway.
About 6 months later Tim announced that the company would compete with another small marketing firm across town, in a softball competition . We would raise money at this game, and this money would go to the families of several local children suffering from cancer (one of which was the son of an employee). In my opinion, I felt that any good the charity could accomplish would be outweighed by the evil of sports. I refused, I simply could not play the game of the enemy.
I guess this started a habit, I eventually stopped attending these charities and other social events. My relationship with my boss and the other employees became strained and distant. It seemed everywhere I looked, someone was mentioning sports, or talking about a game. It was miserable.
Another accountant, whom I considered a friend, asked me to attend a super bowl party (the one that just passed). I declined. He kept on going on and on how it was a company only party, and it was a good idea for me to go since I had been absent to so many other events. I reluctantly agreed to go, stupidly thinking that it couldn't be that bad.
I had been drinking a little the day of the game, and I was buzzed before I even got there. When I walked in and saw the big screen tv blaring, flickering and flashing the evil images of football, something in me snapped. I began arguing with the host (my accountant "friend") and things got ugly. Everything that I was holding in these past 2 years came rushing out. I told them all how I felt, how they were mindless drones obsessed with sports and sports culture, how I hated how our boss was pushing sports on us, and how they were all morally blind and were responsible for the ills of the world. I called them every name in the book, and it eventually got physical. The accountant seemed to be very offended, and he tried to push me out the door with this evil grin on his face. I punched the stupid grin off of that accountants face. That bastard probably had the same grin when he heard of those kids raped at Penn State!! They didn't call the cops, but I was thrown out of the house. I stopped showing up for work, and I was eventually fired. I was glad to be free from the evil regime, and was lucky enough to find a job at a major corporation that does not force it's employees to interact with each other. I still have to hear about sports, but at least I don't have to participate in them!!
Now, I'm a fair person. I blame that incident partially on my drinking. But even if I was sober, my reaction would have been the same. Living under a violent regime causes the oppressed to become violent. Our boss created an intolerable working environment, and I'm surprised nobody else cracked. I'm just lucky to have found a job so quickly, especially in this economy. (Which wouldn't be that bad if we could just take all of the millions of dollars away from sports figures!!!!!)
Whew! I really had to get this off my chest, thankfully you guys are here. Nobody else would understand.
I'm fat and sassy! I love to sing & dance & stomp my feet & really rock your world!
