This is a ‘getting to know you’ exercise.

Write down the first 10 songs that come up – title and artist. NO editing/cheating, please. Choose 10 people to be tagged.

DJ Assault, “Dick By The Pound”
DJ Assault, “Ass n Titties”
DJ Assault, “Asses Jigglin”
DJ Assault, “S.E.X.”
DJ Assault, “Bitch I Ain’t Yo Man”
DJ Assault, “Dis Bitch”
DJ Assault, “Drop Dem Panties”
DJ Assault, “Funky Bitch”
DJ Assault, “Nut In Your Eye”
DJ Assault, “Big Bootie Hoes And Sluts Too”

1. “Pur,” from Four Calendar Cafe
   
2. “Wax & Wane” (The Peel Sessions Version is preferred, but The Pink Opaque is a magnificent album.)
   
3. “Aloysius” from Treasure
   
4. “Eyes Are Mosaics,” from The Moon And The Melodies, the album they recorded with Harold Budd.
   
5. “Fuk U In The Ass” from 1 Polish, 2 Biscuits And A Fish Sandwich.

To: Sheridan, Tom
From: Brodavich, Kyle

Tom:

I’m writing this with no small amount of egg on my face. It appears that you and the rest of the management team have become aware of some statements I made online that reflect poorly on our company.

Right off the bat, I’d like to say that I’m very, very sorry that I reviewed our workplace as “hell on Earth” on Foursquare. I should realize that while social media allows us to communicate with our friends more easily, a great deal of what we say is available to the world at large and that means that clients, coworkers and prospective hires are likely to see our statements without context. They wouldn’t know that our air conditioning was on the fritz at exactly the same time that the Donelson lawsuit went down, so they might view my commentary as more than a bit of spur-of-the-moment venting that should have stayed under my breath.

It was highly unprofessional and you can rest assured that it won’t happen again.

I’d also like to personally apologize for calling you and the rest of the executive staff “a clique of raging fucktard douchebags with delusions of Hitlerian grandeur” on Twitter, which was then automatically posted to my Facebook and LinkedIn accounts. It was an unforgivable slip of the tongue born out of my frustration with our current deadlines and how project management seems to be slipping across the board. It’s a holistic issue that impacts every aspect of the company and I should have taken steps to address it before allowing my feelings to take over.

I should not have taken it out on you, Devin, Gary or Stephanie. You have all proven to be consistently good managers and executives, capable of guiding and inspiring our team even when beset with issues such as our continuing timeline slippage. I vented my feelings at you when you are not the problem – I am.

Finally, I should be much more careful about what photos I post to my Flickr account and the company’s pool and how they are tagged. There is no reason at all that Sally in account services should be tagged with “fat,” “chubby,” “BBW,” or “Blubbo the She-Whale.” It was hurtful and I have taken steps to remove any personal insults from the many iPhone photos taken and uploaded directly from the summer picnic.

However, that thing about the Irish office? No way am I taking that shit back. Those potato-humping, bog-dwelling, indecipherable mick fucks know what they fucking did.