Like clockwork – or more accurately, like a busted wall clock missing half its numbers – Millicent refuses to post the meeting minutes and financials until the very last gasp before the deadline.
🛑 The Grown-Ups Are Supposed to Be in the Room
Here’s the part that’s truly pathetic:
Even if Millicent can’t behave like a conscientious adult, the board could step in, take responsibility, and post the damn documents.
But no – they sit there, arms folded, watching her play this petty game month after month while the corporation hemorrhages money.
They could have stopped this waste in its tracks. Instead, they enable it. They endorse it. They fund it with our money.
đź’¸ The Cost of Their Laziness
Every time I’m forced to file at CAT to shake the documents loose, lawyer chick Chin pockets another $2,000–$3,000 – all because the board can’t summon the maturity to act like responsible stewards of other people’s money.
It’s like paying for a chauffeur to drive you across the street, only to find the chauffeur also set your house on fire on the way back.
🤦 Penny Blind, Pound Stupid
What makes it even more absurd?
Most of the people in this building aren’t exactly pulling in six-figure incomes. You’d think that would make them more protective of their money.
Instead, they treat it like an all-you-can-burn buffet – cheering on the waste like they’re millionaires slumming it for fun.
🔥 The Core Truth
While the vast majority in this building shrug at how their money is being spent, I don’t. I work hard for it.
I’ll even mention it in the elevator: “You know they spent $300,000 on this and $500,000 on that?”
And they nod like the Prince of Bel-Air, as if we’re all casually lighting cigars with $100 bills. Spoiler: most of them aren’t rich – they just have a very relaxed relationship with math.
“Well, maybe you care because you’re broke.”
Oh, bless your heart. No. I make a six-figure income. I could ignore the nonsense – buy popcorn and watch the dumpster fire from a balcony. But I still care, because waste is waste, whether it’s your last dollar or your yacht fuel budget.
And I’m done watching a group of incompetent, self-satisfied amateurs burn through it because they can’t be bothered to do the most basic, legally-required task without a legal cattle prod.
Disclaimer: This post is satire and opinion. Read full disclaimer.
