You know, you try and do a little service like warn people before they're about get their asses torn out so that, I'd don't know, it doesn't sneak up from behind and take them by surprise, and all of a sudden it's like you're the bad guy. It's like you, and not the ass reamers, are the ones causing the rectal prolapse. We've just been informed that Morgan Stanley was none too pleased with our humanitarian effort earlier this morning in which we gave employees a heads up vis-a-vis getting canned, and in an effort to keep said employees in the dark re: what's coming at them, blocked access to Dealbreaker, on the the equity derivatives floor of 1585 (and perhaps firmwide but I'm not sure). I'm not going to even act like I don't care because I am livid. It does me little comfort to remind the powers that be at MS that the last banks to restrict access to this here site were Bear Stearns and Merrill Lynch but I'll do it anyway because I'm furious. I'm taking care of your employees in ways you never could. And, god damn it, Mack, I sent you a fucking cheesesteak.
Okay. Now that I've slightly, but not really at all, regained my composure, I'm going to give you an opportunity to think about how ridiculous this makes you look. Unblock me now and it'll be water off a duck's back. Continue this insanity and I'll have no choice but continue publicly shaming you until conditions improve.
Update: We've been informed that the action taken to block Dealbreaker (firmwide) did not have to do with the matter of masking layoffs but the offensive description of the footwear worn by a current employee.