Julie Roehm Sues Wal-Mart For Pay, Office Items
We are so sick of all this Julie Roehm crap. Oh wait. No we're not. Are you kidding? Of course we're not. This is great shit to write about. So now she's suing Wal-mart for breach of employment contract and demanding the return of certain files and items from her office such as paint and a step ladder she left in her office. Aside from all the boring legal crap, perhaps the best line in the entire Advertising Age article about this latest chapter in the saga is, "Among the changes Ms. Roehm effected during her 11-month tenure at Wal-Mart: She painted her office." Classic. Priceless. Hilarious.
While she has concerns over what she believes is money owed her according to her contract, when she appeared today at a panel on the worth of Super Bowl advertising, she said her Wal-Mart dismissal was a "blessing." Certainly a strange comment to make on the eve of issuing a lawsuit against the employer that delivered that "blessing." Oh whatever, so the saga continues, wasting bit and bytes off online press space and killing trees all to regurgitate the same old crap: she wasn't a fit for Wal-Mart and they canned her ass. Get over it. Move on.
Comments
Based on the reports yesterday, her compensation
seemed low for someone called a "rock star CMO" and who held a job responsible for more than a billion dollar marketing budget.
Better, career management, it seemed to have just gone on while she had sympathy, an image as an effective macher, and presumptive salary/benefits/incentives higher than her reported one with Wal Mart.
Why does everyone feel the need to resort to this silly playground crap? Let's send her an Adrants-branded stepladder and admonish her not to let the door smack her in the arse on the way out. Jasus F. Christ.
Tell her to give me her number. I can get her a ladder and paint. Over diner.
Steve you love this shit, otherwise you wouldn't have sent me 3000 clock images. I can keep that sucker going 'til she gets her next job, or the next five years. Tom is right, for a rock star her package was pathetic... Makes you wonder why she went there. And it's bad enough to repaint your office, but as I posted on AdScam... Fucking chartreuse! Can you imagine what her house looks like? And Angela, I love to get comments from you, but why are you calling me "Brookie" is this going to be some form of endearment we're going to keep as our little secret? And the tree is a vine... For making booze. What else.
And, whatever Steve says, I will not let the Julie saga die! The clock is running.
Cheers/George