I am a figmant of what isn't, a parody of a parody!
**ok, true story...
One day at work, waiting for our weekly managers meeting to start one of the company owners starts throwing a fit because people aren't showing up on time. This is for a meeting in a company run by a couple of people that lucked into some great positions of power and ownership. They actually had no idea of what they were doing.
"From now on, people are going to be charged $5 for every minute that that are late to meeting!" our owner said. "Sounds great to me" I said, "I was here at 3:00 and you got here at 3:05, so I guess you owe me $25 dollars."
"Owe you! I don't owe you anythign! You do as i say, you OBEY me!" he screamed.
At this point, our HR person is kicking me under the table trying to get me to shut up, I had no idea that he was in a bad mood before he screamed. I also had no idea he had a golf game he was about to be late for.
"Obey is a pretty strong word for a corporate enviroment isn't it? I asked
"I don't care, YOU JUST FUCKING OBEY ME!.... you just simply obey me!" he said stern and demanding.
at this point the tardy person arrived and I sat through this stupid meeting writing "Obey" over and over again... The Meeting ended, he grabbed his golf clubs and left. I, being a fan of Obey Giant, knew I had a mission to complete that night.
First draft made on little printer stickers, all over the neighborhood by the next day.
2 color printed posters ready that night for printing. A kid at kinkos agreed to print a few in exchange for a few concert tickets. I never knew a few meant 300. Posters were put up all over the neighborhood, on the way to our resturants, on the way to his house, on bridge overpasses, all around town. It's really amazing how much coverage 300 11x17 posters will get you. Went back for 300 more posters... then the kinko's kid got fired, I wonder why? he never used his tickets. he never asked.
Not long after, another owner of the company asked the "giant" to step down unless he could justify his position in the company. At the same time I was making 2 color T-Shirts. The current/new owner in charge bought 10 of them.
The night our company closed, I pasted up the remaining posters on the front doors of the business. The next day our owner took a picture in front of the door, making sure to have the posters in the frame. Those were used in a story by the Dallas Observer, Our Owner stood there proudly. It wasn't his fault, it was the two idiots before him.
