dodging fury
I’m at my desk yesterday updating my blog. That’s what they pay me for, isn’t it? The phone rings…
Beatrix Kiddo: XXXX Ventures. This is Beatrix.
Irate LP: Yes, unfortunately I’m an investor in your fund.
BK: Mkaaayyy. What does she want? Reassurance? Trust me hon, I feel your pain. Just read my blog.
ILP: I say unfortunately because the fund hasn’t made any money…
BK: No shit. I’m quite aware. Hu-huh.
ILP: Well, I haven’t received my K1 yet. Isn’t a little late to be asking for this?
BK: Let’s see, what’s your name?… Ah, yes. It was sent out on March 10 to your address on file: shiteater@yahoo.com.
ILP: Well, I don’t work there anymore. Long pause.
BK: I see, have you updated your contact information with us?
ILP: No. Extra long pause. Am I supposed to whip out the crystal ball at this point? Well, do you want me to send it somewhere else?
LP: Yes, send it to shiteater@vapidcapital.com.
BK: I’ll send it right away. Have a brilliant afternoon.
When she replies to my e-mail, I see that she is, what else?!, a managing partner at a venture capital firm. An uncivilized and despotic biotch.
For future reference hunny-bunny ranting at the slave admin does nothing to improve the fund’s performance. Go piss on another tree (i.e. the managing director’s leg) and fuck off. I’m quite busy blogging. Helloooo!!!