It wasn’t until the plane hit cruising altitude that Teri realized she was having problems.
Earlier in the morning, everything was fine, delightful even. She and her husband, John, had been preparing for their vacation… the first in 2+ years after arriving in Knoxville… to Hawai’i. She wasn’t looking forward to the three-hour layover @ LAX, but that was air travel and things seemed back to a new normal a few years after 9/11. She was in a good mood… unusually so, her husband remarked in his customary Oklahoman graveled voice, but now something was happening. Something wrong.
I was not privy to the events which followed, nobody told me the details, but I do know the plane had to make an emergency landing… in Phoenix, if I recall correctly… as Teri underwent a breakdown, the rush of emotions overwhelming her. And as I said, while I don’t know the details, someone told me months later, after Teri had returned to work, the reason for it, quoting her directly:
“I was overcome with joy for having left that goddamned place. And then, at the same time, I was also being overwhelmed with dread and fear, knowing I had to return to the same goddamned place. And the two emotions grew stronger and stronger until I couldn’t contain them.”
This is a thread about that “goddamned place”, my family’s business, Market Distribution Specialists, Inc (MDS). In many ways, it was an unremarkable small business - $15-30 million in sales, all the company did was deliver telephone directories, had a good 27 year run until it went out of business in 2012.
But, in other ways, and not to me alone, it was simultaneously the most psychologically traumatic and addicting environment I have ever been in…. and this was a result of the particular psychological and emotional issues facing my family and how they manifested themselves at the workplace (Workaholic bipolars with narcissism issues! Yay! Let’s go work for THOSE guys!) When I hear stories of how Steve Jobs, or Donald Trump, or any number of (usually) men who are both incredibly abusive yet also attract amazing loyalty, I smile and nod, for… in a small way… I was there. I understand.
Don’t expect a traditional narrative. As in my Uber thread, there will be vignettes, and I hope this all makes sense in the end, but to be honest, this thread… for me… has multiple goals:
- I want to get this down before it’s too far gone.
- Therapy. Many of the things I’m talking about I never placed in a cohesive whole, hell, I never discussed them with anyone.
- Microcosms. MDS’s business model, the way it was conducted, and how the story unfolded highlights a lot of truths about America, some good, others bad. MDS was a highly, highly exploitative business – my father remarked repeatedly how we were making millions on the backs of the poor (we didn’t care much for pulling verbal punches), and he was exactly right. We did make millions in profits off the back of the poor. MDS is also a lesson in how Silicon Valley has vacuumed wealth from innumerable businesses into the coffers of about 5 major corporations – Amazon, Google, Microsoft, Facebook, and the business which killed MDS, Apple.
There will be a couple of expository posts, sorry, it’s just the best way I can think of to condense the information needed for y’all to properly follow the ‘narrative/vignettes’ which will follow. I don’t want to say “Rhonda, who managed the planning department…” and then have to launch into a digression of what the ‘planning department’ was and did. So, like Melville and whaling, I’m going to glurge out some words in advance so I don’t have to glurge them out later. If that makes sense.
In addition, it is the busy time in my industry, so this thread will proceed at my own pace – there may be a delay of a day or three between posts, I may not respond to you as soon as you would like, etc. This thread is a work in progress, thanks, and I won’t know when I’m done until I’m done. But ask questions!
Ultimately, though, and to warn the gentle reader, this may very well end up being a narrative about my stepmother (my 2nd stepmother), the driver of much which follows. My stepmother (SM) was very competent in areas… for example, MDS was always a leader in technology… but her obvious personality issues, and how my father both shielded the business from them while allowing her to push him to more success than he ever experienced before, drives a large part of the MDS tale and the family narrative from 1985-2007. She may very well be reading this (Hi!) and I do want to make sure it’s understood that her efforts did help create a successful company with a functioning operating environment, no small feat for a small business, and were it not for my father’s death and (more importantly) the release of the smartphone in 2007, MDS may still be a viable concern. But she also is the reason for the tale above, and many below.
And Teri? Teri continued working there for another 2+ years, until her husband (and Teri and John are one of the good guys in this story, a gentle Oklahoman couple who’s family got caught up in the madness which was MDS) was eventually forced out of his six-figure job by my stepmother, reduced… like many before him, like me before him… to enacting revenge against her.