| Check Into Cash, W. Allan Jones, Jones Management, Senator Bob Corker |
| Unethical business practices, hostile work environment, bigots, chauvinnistic... |
| 5th of Jun, 2011 by littlechocolateman |
Check Into Cash
W. Allan Jones
Jones Management
Senator Bob Corker
All I can say about the above parties is put them all together and you have a giant cesspool of greed, illicit dealings, "back door" deals, arrogance, and open hostility. These people and companies should be avoided at all costs!
Check Into Cash: Working there is like working in a swamp full of alligators. Upper management runs the place as they please: inconsistently, irrationally, and without accountability. Most intelligent people do not last long at Check Into Cash. The long-timers are mainly from Cleveland and grew up with W. Allan Jones. Let's just say intelligence in the executive pool is not a priority at Check Into Cash. In fact, it is barely given a passing thought. For career longevity and success at Check Into Cash, you must either be a friend or a friend of a friend or a relative of W. Allan Jones, or you must kiss his fat ass at all times and, when he makes a comment that is either completely irrational or totally racist, you MUST keep a straight face and pretend to agree with this crazy shit. Think about how it may have been working for Henry VIII. Working at Check Into Cash for W. Allan Jones is not dissimilar to being subject to the whims of Henry VII. Thank God W. Allan Jones with check into cash doesn't have a guillotine. That I know of.
W. Allan Jones: What a hillbilly piece of trash. This joke staggers around town, and people either hide from him and avoid eye contact or openly kiss his ass. One of W. Allan Jones' favorite activities seems to be to go to his restaurant, The Bald-Headed Bistro, and walk around with a red plastic cup undoubtedly filled with his own private stash of liquor. Oh and by the way! W. Allan Jones has reserved the front, premium parking space at the Bald Headed Bistro for himself permanently and at all times. I imagine W. Allan Jones doesn't want to get winded making the long trek from where regular people park to go to the Bistro. Sorry, Grandma! I'd like to park close to the Bistro so we could comfortably wheel you in, but the prime and closest space is reserved for W. Allan Jones in case he decides to show up. Yuck.
W. Allan Jones' attitude is extremely demeaning towards women. If you are remotely attractive, and especially if you have a rack, either stay away entirely or wear a nun's habit. W. Allan Jones lacks both the manners and the class to be discreet about his leering, so if you have any interaction with him, be prepared to feel like you need a shower afterwards. W. Allan Jones does not care if his wife, Janie, is standing there as he does this. So embarrassing and gross.
Jones Management: What happens when you get a bunch of good 'ole boys together to try to "invent things." Part of W. Allan Jones' Jones Management portfolio includes the Village Barber-ettes, where, according to Check Into Management and Jones Management executive and long-time friend of W. Allan Jones, paid yes-man Steve Hixon, they hired "girls with big titties" as a classy marketing ploy. The subculture of W. Allan Jones' Jones Management is ridiculous. Half of the staff is either a family friend of the Jones', personal friends or family of the executive team, or people to whom W. Allan Jones owes a favor. You need an org chart (or a family tree) to keep up with all of this crap. God forbid someone offends a $22,000-a-year secretary by asking her to make a copy, because she wields the power: she is, perhaps, W. Allan Jones' brother-in-law's aunt's grandmother's second cousin.
Senator Bob Corker: Now to the meat. None of the above would be possible without the unending loyalty and support to W. Allan Jones, Check Into Cash, and Jones Management of the esteemed Senator Bob Corker. In exchange for campaign contributions (and perhaps other favors?) from W. Allan Jones, Check Into Cash, Jones Management, and countless other friends, employees and family of the aforementioned, Senator Bob Corker lobbies almost tirelessly for the payday lending industry. Unfortunately, Senator Bob Corker forgets that he owes his allegiance to the people of Tennessee, not to W. Allan Jones, Jones Management, and the payday lending industry.
Disgusting, immoral,and should not be happening in society. |
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Oh yes indeed. W. Allan Jones, Check Into Cash, and Jones Management are indeed "in bed" with their best friend in the senate, Senator Bob Corker. In exchange for campaign contributions from Check Into Cash, W. Allan Jones, and Jones Management, Senator Bob Corker eagerly prostitutes himself to the payday lending industry and -- let us not forget -- big banking.
Bank of America and Wachovia fund Check Into Cash and W. Allan Jones and Jones Management. In turn, W. Allan Jones and Check Into Cash turns the big bank money into usurious payday loans. Money laundering, anyone?
Senator Bob Corker, you should be ashamed and embarrassed. You have sold your dignity very cheaply to W. Allan Jones and Check Into Cash, and it makes one wonder about your credibility. How can you represent your constituents when you owe so many people so many favors??? |
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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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