One Employer’s Letter to His Employees…

I saw the following on Neil Boortz’ web site:

This letter has been making its way across the Internet. I don’t know if anyone actually wrote this letter to their employees or not. I hope they did … but it doesn’t really matter. My guess is that there is no small amount of businessmen and women out there who are harboring exactly these thoughts right now. Enjoy:

To All My Valued Employees,

There have been some rumblings around the office about the future of
this company, and more specifically, your job. As you know, the economy
has changed for the worse and presents many challenges. However, the
good news is this: The economy doesn’t pose a threat to your job. What
does threaten your job however, is the changing political landscape in
this country.

However, let me tell you some little tidbits of fact which might help you decide what is in your best interests.

while it is easy to spew rhetoric that casts employers against
employees, you have to understand that for every business owner there
is a back story. This back story is often neglected and overshadowed by
what you see and hear. Sure, you see me park my Mercedes outside.
You’ve seen my big home at last years Christmas party. I’m sure; all
these flashy icons of luxury conjure up some idealized thoughts about
my life.

However, what you don’t see is the back story.

I started this company 28 years ago. At that time, I lived in a 300
square foot studio apartment for 3 years. My entire living apartment
was converted into an office so I could put forth 100% effort into
building a company, which by the way, would eventually employ you.

My diet consisted of Ramen Pride noodles because every dollar I spent
went back into this company. I drove a rusty Toyota Corolla with a
defective transmission. I didn’t have time to date. Often times, I
stayed home on weekends, while my friends went out drinking and
partying. In fact, I was married to my business — hard work,
discipline, and sacrifice.

Meanwhile, my friends got jobs. They
worked 40 hours a week and made a modest $50K a year and spent every
dime they earned. They drove flashy cars and lived in expensive homes
and wore fancy designer clothes. Instead of hitting the Nordstrom’s for
the latest hot fashion item, I was trolling through the Goodwill store
extracting any clothing item that didn’t look like it was birthed in
the 70’s. My friends refinanced their mortgages and lived a life of
luxury. I, however, did not. I put my time, my money, and my life into
a business with a vision that eventually, some day, I too, will be able
to afford these luxuries my friends supposedly had.

So, while
you physically arrive at the office at 9am, mentally check in at about
noon, and then leave at 5pm, I don’t. There is no “off” button for me.
When you leave the office, you are done and you have a weekend all to
yourself. I unfortunately do not have the freedom. I eat, and breathe
this company every minute of the day. There is no rest. There is no
weekend. There is no happy hour. Every day this business is attached to
my hip like a 1 year old special-needs child. You, of course, only see
the fruits of that garden — the nice house, the Mercedes, the
vacations… You never realize the back story and the sacrifices I’ve

Now, the economy is falling apart and I, the guy that
made all the right decisions and saved his money, have to bail-out all
the people who didn’t. The people that overspent their paychecks
suddenly feel entitled to the same luxuries that I earned and
sacrificed a decade of my life for.

Yes, business ownership has is benefits but the price I’ve paid is steep and not without wounds.

Unfortunately, the cost of running this business, and employing you, is
starting to eclipse the threshold of marginal benefit and let me tell
you why:

I am being taxed to death and the government thinks I
don’t pay enough. I have state taxes. Federal taxes. Property taxes.
Sales and use taxes. Payroll taxes. Workers compensation taxes.
Unemployment taxes. Taxes on taxes. I have to hire a tax man to manage
all these taxes and then guess what? I have to pay taxes for employing
him. Government mandates and regulations and all the accounting that
goes with it, now occupy most of my time. On Oct 15th, I wrote a check
to the US Treasury for $288,000 for quarterly taxes. You know what my
“stimulus” check was? Zero. Nada. Zilch.

The question I have is
this: Who is stimulating the economy? Me, the guy who has provided 14
people good paying jobs and serves over 2,200,000 people per year with
a flourishing business? Or, the single mother sitting at home pregnant
with her fourth child waiting for her next welfare check? Obviously,
government feels the latter is the economic stimulus of this country.

The fact is, if I deducted (Read: Stole) 50% of your paycheck you’d
quit and you wouldn’t work here. I mean, why should you? That’s nuts.
Who wants to get rewarded only 50% of their hard work? Well, I agree
which is why your job is in jeopardy.

Here is what many of you
don’t understand … to stimulate the economy you need to stimulate
what runs the economy. Had suddenly government mandated to me that I
didn’t need to pay taxes, guess what? Instead of depositing that
$288,000 into the Washington black-hole, I would have spent it, hired
more employees, and generated substantial economic growth. My employees
would have enjoyed the wealth of that tax cut in the form of promotions
and better salaries. But you can forget it now.

When you have a
comatose man on the verge of death, you don’t defibrillate and shock
his thumb thinking that will bring him back to life, do you? Or, do you
defibrillate his heart? Business is at the heart of America and always
has been. To restart it, you must stimulate it, not kill it. Suddenly,
the power brokers in Washington believe the poor of America are the
essential drivers of the American economic engine. Nothing could be
further from the truth and this is the type of change you can keep.

So where am I going with all this?

It’s quite simple.

If any new taxes are levied on me, or my company, my reaction will be
swift and simple. I fire you. I fire your co-workers. You can then
plead with the government to pay for your mortgage, your SUV, and your
child’s future. Frankly, it isn’t my problem any more.

Then, I
will close this company down, move to another country, and retire. You
see, I’m done. I’m done with a country that penalizes the productive
and gives to the unproductive. My motivation to work and to provide
jobs will be destroyed, and with it, will be my citizenship.

you lose your job, it won’t be at the hands of the economy; it will be
at the hands of a political hurricane that swept through this country,
steamrolled the constitution, and will have changed its landscape
forever. If that happens, you can find me sitting on a beach, retired,
and with no employees to worry about….


Your boss

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