From the self-employed comfort of my couch and a distance of about thirty years, oil company CEO Edward “Tiger Mike” Davis gives excellent memo; his contemptuous, petty rants read like the love song of Daniel Plainview. But for anyone unlucky enough to have been working in the Houston office of the Tiger Oil Company in 1977, or anyone who has had a jerkhole boss of even remotely sub-Mike proportions, they might trigger a post-traumatic flashback. From January 13, 1978: “Do not speak to me when you see me. If I want to speak to you, I will do so. I want to save my throat. I don’t want to ruin it by saying hello to all of you sons-of-bitches.” The hyphens are dear, right? Now get your TPS reports in you sniveling a-holes!
