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Blame The Assistant

This week, Jared Kushner blamed a bunch of people for his mess up regarding the disclosure of meetings with Russian officials. One of those people being his assistant.

This week, Jared Kushner blamed a bunch of people for his mess up regarding the disclosure of meetings with Russian officials. One of those people being his assistant.

Hey man, chill out.

Being an assistant is not easy. Being an assistant to someone who’s constantly keeping shit under wraps because it’d probably be real bad if the public found out about it, sounds terrible.

Also, you yourself were even like “ughhh so many eeeeeemails.” And now you wanna blame an assistant, who’s probably making pennies and goes home every night to an apartment they share with too many people and a twin mattress that sits on the floor while you go home to your fancy home with your wife and kids.

Plus, they almost definitely get even MORE emails than you! Cause they probably played gatekeeper on some correspondence to keep your email count as down as possible.

You didn’t know what the meeting was for?

C’mon.

And you called your assistant to get you out of it when it was boring? Mmmmm kay. I’m sure that assistant prepped you with who it was with and what it would, at the very least, be generally about. And because you weren’t paying attention when they first explained it, you had to rely on your assistant to bail you out (supposedly).

Also, there’s an email chain below it! READ IT! You have a second before a meeting where you’re unsure of what’s gonna be talked about? Scroll down. Or, you know what, text your assistant! Cause they’ll probably tell you what it’s about (cause it’s also in the subject line).

They also probably confirmed with you before sending the security clearance form.

‘Cause always confirm.

Your assistant deserves a martini.

Let’s be honest, there’s probably more than one. They all deserve a drink. They’re just trying to do their best for a boss who wants to blame anyone but himself. Just keep the blame on your brother-in-law, for your assistant’s sake.

 

 

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