SCREW AROUND AND FIND OUT

 Well, I just told my boss about the Preziosi story (when an old boss put the screws to me in order to coerce me into not getting my MBA at the U of U).  This because a foul person in our group was extorting him to shut me down so I would not end up more educated than him - and thus be able to take his position.

Mark Preziosi and I had a great relationship until the foul person (Bret Kalish - the first Jewish person I ever met), put the screws to Preziosi - who then put the screws to me by not signing my tuition reimbursement waiver.  When I refused to believe that he was reversing his position on me, Mark then doubled down and told me that I needed to "think of (your) wife and new-born baby".

Long story short, I was in shock and terribly confused and I went to my desk and prayed that Preziosi would receive the same as he gave and that his "folly would be made manifest" - or in other words - that I would be shown the specific reasons for this harsh and unexpected about face.

Well, the 62 year old manager had his eye on the 34 year old divorcee (single mom/single OOWL kid) who worked in HR.  There was a strict non-confraternization policy at what was TheraTech in the research park above the UoU.  On top of that, Preziosi had extreme limited access to what I called the "inner sanctum" which was the Class IV drug dispensing room that included testosterone, morphine, etc.  That is where they would badge in to have their liaisons.  But in order to be in that room at all, one had to be dressed to a certain level.  I seem to remember the few times I was in there, that it was tyvek, gloved and booted with tape at wrists and ankles and full hair covering.  The dispenser and the observer had to be in a positive pressure suit because testosterone and other controlled drugs could cause problems and they were disbursed down to the 0.01 gram.

Well, last time I checked - in order to have carnal relations, you had to be undressed - at least partially.  And Precious was rolling around on the dispensing counter or floor with exposed hairy sites.  Not cool...

Well, one day before I left the company to come to Boeing - the gal who hired the miserable extorter, called me into her office in tears and profusely apologized to me for having hired the rascal that she knew had caused me so much hassle.  Preziosi and his paramour had been fired and he lost his family, the house and half of his retirement that he always talked about.  His life as he knew it - was over.

So, the moral of that story is that, just because you can push someone around in the short term by bullying, intimidation and extortion, does not mean the Law of the Harvest will not extract her portion at some point in the future.