His name was/is Todd
And 'bastard' doesnt even begin to describe him! He was my 'friend' and suggested I leave a brokerage firm where I was positively raking it in and join his new 'start-up firm' where he was a Partner.

Many promises later (and a hand-written contract that I STILL have) and I am now a Junior Partner! Yay!

Cue 8 months of not being able to work because Todd Spenla and the rest of the mongy partners failed to sign a deal to operate within the context of another firm because "that deal just doesnt 'feel' right." Multiply this by the eight deals that were refused and you get a feel for how frustrating it all was.

Not being able to work, as a stockbroker equals: not earning any money. Not good. Particularly in NYC where I had quite a sizeable monthly nut to meet.

But it gets better: He asks if he can borrow my Range Rover for a weekend and I say "Sure." He borrows it and removes ALL my stuff from the back of the vehicle: baseball gear (about $350 worth), one Calvin Klein overcoat ($450), one Canon Rebel camera and lenses (about $1200) and numerous other items.

I get my truck back and it is all gone. I ask him where it is and he says "I couldnt pick up my Dutch cousins with all that stuff in the back could I? It was a mess!" So he apparently put it all in plastic bags and stored it in his home.

I never saw ANY of it again because the firm ceased operations shortly thereafter. I got him back though...sleeping with a colleague's wife and then telling him about it, in decent detail, omitting the fact that it was his wife until the very end of the story is DEFINITELY one way to rid yourself of that 'bastard colleague!" Trust me. And his wife was crap.

Click "I Like This" if you think Todd Spenla should be hung, drawn and quartered!
( Citadel Because the world needs less morons, Fri 25 Jan 2008, 16:54, Reply)