The Corporate World

The corporate world is quite interesting, in the way that you meet so many different types of people, and you HAVE to like them. We've already discussed the social networking guy, now let me tell you about the marketing/thinks-he's-a-hardcore-journalist guy. 

I have never met anyone who annoys me MORE than this guy.  Example:  For our Thursday night Legends Racing, one of my many important duties is to find trivia questions for a contest we host weekly.  (That's a whole other story.)  I take my trivia questions down to marketing guy, and he stops all of his work to spend an hour or more on "proving" that my answers are incorrect.  You know what, if that's the way you want to spend your work day and get behind on the REAL work that needs to be done, that's fine with me.  Here's what's not fine with me.  Coming up to my floor into my office to say that after searching for hours you have finally found an article that proves me wrong.  Nevermind the ten articles that prove me right, you found one that proves me wrong.  Congratulations. 

Yesterday, marketing guy was in the Big Man's office (the president of the company) and was told by Big Man to change some statistics in an article.  I don't know if any of you have seen the president of Atlanta Motor Speedway - but there is a reason I call him Big Man.  He could probably kill me with his bare hands.  If he tells me to rewrite something, I do it.  But not marketing guy.  He goes and finds articles online (using wikipedia - an obviously credible source) that will prove Big Man wrong, and takes them to his office, which just happens to be down the hall from me.  Who do you think you are, marketing guy?  You write press releases...that's it.  You are not a hardcore journalist - and you are not paid to "get the scoop" and "crunch the numbers." You are paid to write what is coming up at the racetrack, and to tell everyone what happened at the drag races last Friday night.  I don't care if you did get your fancy degree from the prestigous Georgia State...you are not the end all, be all of Atlanta Motor Speedway.

He really just gets under my skin.  And don't call me "darlin."  I am not, nor will I EVER be, your "darlin."  You can kiss my ass first.