Damn. Crap. That's a crappy story. Reality, I mean. I understand your wincing at the words nerve, neck, and scalpel. Uh uh. I hefted a mail bag once, which I would guess is against regulations, and realized immediately I couldn't carry it across the room, let alone all over town. "It gets lighter as you go." "Well, hey, that's something."
It seems reasonable that nerves being squished under there, and then rotated and twisted like a dishrag, could get irritated. They're just gooshy things. So you're really kind of performing surgery on them already. Like putting out a cigarette with a boot.
If this was a stock, I would go short or sell, tomorrow. I don't like the looks of this. You might need to develop new products; that is, like restructure, and get a vehicle, or desk.
You're in serious shit. But you're on the Board; you already know that.
Sorry. Taking a stab at Wall Street Analyst. Sell.
They say change is good. I wouldn't know. (I just thought of the question, "Are you too old to retire?" Clever, huh.)
Seriously tho, duh, this is scary. Pain is bad.
People say, "Pain can be good."
"Uh huh. Come over here." |
