Another Embarrassment for the Tribune Company

Look, Randy! She has boobies!
Of course, if Randy Michaels had sent the video, well, that would have been different, wouldn't it?
Tribune Co. chief innovation officer Lee Abrams, who wasforced to apologize after sending a company-wide email containing racy video, has been suspended from his duties. Here’s the memo:
From: Tribune Communications
Sent: Wednesday, October 13, 2010 11:29 AM
Subject: Message from Randy Michaels/Lee Abrams Suspended
I want to let you know that today we made the decision to suspend Lee Abrams from his position as Tribune’s Chief Innovation Officer. He will remain on suspension indefinitely and without pay while we review the circumstances surrounding the email and video link he distributed on Monday. We’re in the process of determining further disciplinary action.
Lee recognizes that the video was in extremely bad taste and that it offended employees—he has also apologized publicly. He reiterated those feelings again to me privately today. But, this is the kind of serious mistake that can’t be tolerated; we intend to address it promptly and forcefully.
As I said last week, a creative culture must be built on a foundation of respect. Our culture is not about being offensive or hurtful. We encourage employees to speak up when they see or hear something that they find offensive, as a number of employees did with regard to this particular email. I can assure you, you will be heard.
Randy 

This sounds like exactly the sort of person that Michaels would have decried as a humorless buzzkill in years past. Can't you hear him chortling behind his mirthless recitation of what the corporate suits told him he had to say?

You can't help but wonder if the heat has actually started to get to this pig of a man, Randy Michaels. His product is a disaster. His company is floating on cheap wood in the middle of a filthy pond and the wind is coming up. Everything he has touched has turned, proverbially and otherwise, to absolute shit.

As for Randy Michaels and his casual signature at the end of an E-mail that was dictated to him by someone with a law degree, what now? Isn't it about time to take the millions and go live in a walled-off compound, feted by sex slaves? Isn't it about time to retire somewhere pleasant and play with guns and look at naked boobies all day while drunk? Isn't that what retirement is for?
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