| Check Into Cash |
| Check Into Cash and W. Allan Jones Jones Management Bigots, Racists, Good 'Ole Boys Cleveland, Tennessee |
| 7th of Jun, 2011 by User391850 |
| Let me tell you something: Check Into Cash, W. Allan Jones, and Jones Management is nothing but a cesspool full of sharks and alligators. Here's why: The rotund W. Allan Jones, who owns Check Into Cash, comes waddling in to Jones Management whenever he is bored. If you are working when he comes in, BE VERY AFRAID. He will have various weird-ass project to give to whoever makes eye contact with him, including: wiring stuff in his house, hanging pictures, making changes to websites that only W. Allan Jones ever visits, etc. Oh, God, save yourself. I mean, really. If you do not understand W. Allan Jones' incoherent babble, he will fly into a rage, have a fit, and you will probably be fired soon. The best thing you can do is smile and nod. W. Allan Jones will still yell at you, but if you are a woman you might be able to flash him your tits for some lenience. Picture a 21st century Henry VIII -- that's pretty much what you have here. Jones Management, owned by W. Allan Jones, has a unique claim to fame: THEY ONLY MANAGE THEIR OWN PROPERTIES. Well, how convenient, W. Allan Jones. Can't get anyone else to trust you with their townhouses? Why even bother to have a website on this? Very dorky and clueless. All of the "top executives" who work for W. Allan Jones, Jones Management, or Check Into Cash have their special favorites. They are all cousins, second cousins, stepmothers, half-brothers, you get the picture. These special favorites are untouchable, so even if they are incompetent or simply taking up space and a paycheck, it doesn't matter. Bring any of this up and you are fired from W. Allan Jones' Check Into Cash and Jones Management. I would be remiss in posting this if I didn't mention the most important element -- the person who is instrumental in making this disaster possible: Good friend to W. Allan Jones, Jones Management, the payday lending industry, and big banking: Senator Bob Corker. Senator Bob Corker eagerly accepts "campaign contributions" from W. Allan Jones, Check Into Cash, Jones Management, and big banking in exchange for his loyalty and support. Thanks, Senator Bob Corker! Way to look out for your constituents! |
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W. Allan Jones of Check Into Cash, who in the hell do you think you are? The W. Allan Jones I know is a sloppy, ignorant, boorish, self-centered, arrogant, child-like, miserable, bloated moron who thinks he is better than everyone else. What a piece of shit you are, W. Allan Jones.
You love to brag about all of your generous donations, but we all know you won't donate anything unless your name is plastered all over it. You won't even plant a twig without a bronze plaque proclaiming your largesse. Speaking of "large, " (I know I said "largesse" but I don't care), have you considered getting your money back for your weight loss surgery. I mean, ummm, the jig is up, W. Allan Jones. I don't think it worked.
You are a petulant pig and I just LOATHE you. I hate seeing your face, I hate seeing your cars, and I hate seeing your fat ass. |
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Check Into Cash needs to be reorganized for sure. Better yet, why not just clean the place out completely and start all over, it would definitely be cheaper. Don't worry, you really won't be losing any talent. Check Into Cash, W. Allan Jones, and Jones Management are definitely the lowest of the low -- a major hornet's nest of cut-throat bottom feeders.
The "corporate" climate at W. Allan Jones' Check Into Cash would make an excellent movie -- anyone see "Horrible Bosses"? That movie was hilarious, but if they had talked to me first, it would be even funnier. Maybe they will make a "Horrible Bossses 2" featuring pompous, preening jackass W. Allan Jones of Check Into Cash, Cleveland, Tennessee's "sparkling jewel".
W. Allan Jones is a ginormous dickhead! Please, do yourself a favor and check out the Bald Headed Bistro (the crumbling, out-of-date, bitter restaurant W. Allan Jones created) and see if W. Allan Jones of Check Into Cash might grace you with his presence. You can't miss him -- he will be the one with a giant "scotch slurpee" in a red plastic cup bellowing orders and maybe even firing people for not showing him enough deference.
There is a space in front of the Bald Headed Bistro that is reserved for W. Allan Jones of Check Into Cash at all times in case he decides to get into one of his luxury cars -- you can't miss it, W. Allan Jones' reserved space is better than a handicap space -- sorry, you'll have to use a wheelchair ramp elsewhere. Just a rich hillbilly with no manners, no clue, no sense, and a huge pot belly.
Can you say yuck? |
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