Just a bunch of run down, beaten down, slapped down, broken down, shot down, hung down, put down, and kicked around Isle of Man immigrants who've been beaten up, tied up, chewed up, blown up, hung up, screwed up, messed up, held up, and told to shut the fuck up.
Thursday, November 17, 2005
InvisiMail – Who?
Apparently they had the world in the palm of their hands. This time next year, we’ll all be millionaires. The product was good it’s it way. Good enough to get the initial investment.
So what did they do then with this money?
Why they decided not to “finish” the core technology and decided it’ll do. Then they employed a workforce of hundreds, 99% of which were Managers, Salesmen & Project Managers.
Which left 2/3 people in the good old Manx company to do the actual work.
Once this was in place, the Sales Team went out, not knowing what the actual technology was, and sold everything. They then came back and told the engineers what they had sold, and that it had to be ready “a week on Tuesday”.
Plus when I said “SOLD”, they didn’t actually ever make any money, well they did, as they were on £60,000 a year, but they didn’t actual generate any income I should say.
After 2/3 years of “Jam Tomorrow”, and each month yet another highly paid Manager being paid off, it was left to a hand full of core people, in a run down Victorian Townhouse to be left without being paid for 6 months.
Till one dark night, after a Coroners’ Asset seizing order had been served, a white van turned up to “spirit” the assets away.
The so called founder and MD or CEO was no where to been seen. You could find him, if you could be arsed to walk up the road, in his £500,000 cash paid Mansion, with his £50,000 car outside, but who could be bothered.
Up roar was heard in high places about Government money going missing, ONE MILLION QUID, whispers of the Fraud Squad being called in.
Meanwhile, the core workers, still never got paid, still never ever received any kind of apology for the shit they were put in.
The MD still walks around getting Government grants, and sleeps soundly, all be it, next to the Ugliest and Hairiest Woman on the Isle of Man.
Bitter Me….. Of course.
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kingster? is that you?
hurray!!
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