So, my racist, hate-filled ex-boss died (long)

I got word today that the old guy I used to work for died yesterday. He was 90. He was a racist, hate filled old goat. There are those who would praise him. Especially his church (Our Lord of The Eternal Bottom Line) who stands to inherit the majority of his $40-50 million dollar estate. Others who would praise him have benefitted from his “generosity”. His loans entitled him to your soul. It was easier to repay an organized crime syndicate favor than to get out from his generosity. Oh, you could repay the loan, but he would NEVER let you forget it. Ever.

He was a man who fought tooth and nail to get his frail, ailing wife the round-the-clock nursing care she needed and yet thought nothing of buying a new car. To replace the 2yr one he had only put 2000 miles on. (Yes, he was entitled to spend his money his way, but his priorities were way warped).

For those who may not recall (or care to), here’s a couple of rants from the past:

Tries to buy me back after giving notice despite the “fact” that the company had no money to give raises
An example where his “true colors” are revealed

Not I don’t go around wishing death on people, and I am not necessarily happy he’s dead, but I’m sure as hell not going to miss him. A lot of people who have prai$ed him and know what he’s really like seem to think that his “charity” makes him a good person.

Wrong.

Doing good deeds does not make you a good person. It makes you a person who does good deeds. That’s all.

He believed such good deeds was his ticket to Heaven. I’m glad at times like this that I’m an atheist. If he were right and it did, I’d rather take my chances with the Man Goat.

He had no children (children cost money). He never travelled (travelling cost money). His house was stuck in the 50s (new furniture cost money). His only indulgence was the occasional new car.

His didn’t spend a single dime unless it was absolutely, positively necessary and even then you had to get a crowbar to get his wallet open. He’d rather spend a little bit several times in an attempt to fix a problem rather than a bigger some to solve the problem right now. A prime example was the roof of the building I worked in. He had been given an estimate of $30,000 for a new roof. He would have none of that. Instead, he would spend $1000-1500 about 50 times to get a half-assed repair done and bitch at the man who did it.

I understand his mentality on money. He lived through the Depression and I’ve met a lot of people who did as well and they have the same attitude. A good excuse, yes. A good reason, no.

He hated everyone who wasn’t a white, Republican, Southern Baptist male. Anyone who wasn’t might as well have been a baby-stomping, puppy-eater.

Well, I’ve rambled on enough now. I didn’t want to put this in the Pit, because the anger and hatred have died down a lot since I left his employee 18 months ago (even though I’m sure some of you won’t think so).

I feel sorry for him. To die so full of hate is horrible. In the end I hope I will able to shed all my anger and die peacefully.
I know how you feel though. My buddy got me a job with him at his horticulture company after I got laid off. He informed me beforehand that the owner was racist and wouldn’t take to me very well. Despite that, my buddy (He’s the manager) hired me anyways and just bit the bullet. The owner doesn’t talk to me unless he has too and will gripe about the smallest mistakes that I do. Because of that I have to be very careful. I do get certain amusment by knowing that my mere presence around him irritates the piss outta him.

So, did this venting make you feel better? I hope so. That’s not snarky, I really mean it. He obviously still has a hold on you and your psyche. Venting is a good thing and it can help move us forward. This man is in the past, whatever his faults or virtues, do not let him continue to upset you.

Actually, yes it did. That’s why I did it.

It’s not so much him as the type of person he was. It’s amazing what people are willing to overlook when there’s cash involved.

Mr. Blue Sky,

I understand your point of view about this man. My husband worked for a man who was…not a good human being. The man is still alive, but I will always regret that each time I think or hear of him I am reminded that I still harbor some animosity towards him.

It’s not pity. I believe that he’s old enough and smart enough to know how to treat people with kindness. It’s not hatred. I don’t care enough anymore to feel that strongly…I’d rather think good thoughts when possible.

The whole thing about money=salvation really bothers me because it’s just another nasty thing that a some people do/believe which makes an entire group look like jerks and idiots.

But that’s not the point…the point is that he had the opportunity and good fortune to make a difference in the lives of people around him–for a good, long time (at 90 years old)–and he didn’t. I don’t mean by giving away his money. His limited views had to have limited how much happiness he gave to others and felt himself. And that is very, very sad.

Oh, he could spread happiness. At a price. Money was his religion. He showed little interest (no pun intended) in anything not involving it.

Take away the fortune and you could be talking about my recently deceased father. Pity it took his death for me to realize what a miserable SOB he really was.

I’m sorry his presence in your life (or anyone else’s) was so negative. I don’t mean that in a patronizing way–it’s sincere.

Sadly, it sounds like he will not be remembered by many people in the manner he probably wished.
I guess you can only hope that some of that money makes its way to do some good in the hands of someone who sees its potential.

As I mentioned, most of his money will go to his church. The church is pretty much a laughing stock amongst churches in town. A few years ago a big group of parishoners split from it to form their own church.
They couldn’t agree on how to spend their money.

There was never a mention of church doctrines.

Another church had put up a huge wrought iron fence because of thefts from vehicles during services. The old man’s church put up one that cost about three times as much, but looked exactly the same. They even went out of town to a more prestigous firm in a sickening display of one-upmanship.

Cripes. It seems my glass-is-half-full optimism is petering out. hmph.

Ever the “fixer,” I can only suggest that we all do one (or two) small act(s) of kindness to compensate.
Can I try one last stab at making you smile, Blue Sky?

A few weeks ago, mr. sofia and I were going through the drive-thru of a popular fast food chain in our little town on our way to meet some friends after a high school basketball game. I had written the check for our two drinks, and mr. sofia was ready to present the check when the confused girl at the window told us our order had been paid for by the car preceeding us. We didn’t know them–even in our small town–and mr. sofia just gave the girl our check and told her to use it to pay for as many orders as she could. She was even more perplexed.
I know this is a popular (and seemingly insignificant) gesture–but the little girl waving to us from the car behind us spoke volumes about how much she thought of our gesture.
We were only sorry we hadn’t thought to do it first.

This old man missed out on a lot chances to feel as cool as we felt.

:slight_smile:

And, the next time the car in front of you buys your Big Mac or Whopper, you know it’s me.

:wink:

I don’t get this-do you mean he fought AGAINST getting her the car she needed? Because I don’t see a conflict otherwise.

:smack::smack::smack::smack:

And I previewed the freakin’ post about 5 times.

He fought AGAINST the round-the-clock nurses at first. He had hired a former female employee (who had all the sense of a stuffed wombat) at an extremely low rate of pay to take care of his wife. After being guilted into it (his wife had gotten to the point of needing help to get out of bed), he finally hired nurses who worked in 8-hr shifts. They were black. All were very professional and caring although you’d be hard pressed to get him to admit it. His only comment? He couldn’t get used to eating at the same table as the “help”. In his day, that just wasn’t done. The “help” ate in the kitchen if they were allowed to eat in the house at all.

As for the car, it was for him. He traded a 2002 Honda CRV for a 2004 Saturn Vue. She was no longer able to travel by car. Too much exertion.

He paid cash for the car.