|W. Allan Jones|
|W. Allan Jones Check Into Cash The Slimiest Cesspool of Corruption Ever Known Cleveland, Tennessee |
|8th of Jun, 2011 by User649080 |
|W. Allan Jones, Check Into Cash, and Jones Management have spent so much time doing the wrong thing, they don't know how to do right. Not that they care at all. W. Allan Jones proclaims himself in his biography website to be the "granddaddy of payday lending." Yeah, W. Allan Jones, that's really something to brag about. Kind of like bragging about being the creator of meth. Or the king of the mob. Or the best prostitute around. Whatever. W. Allan Jones himself is a real piece of work. W. Allan Jones is messy, rumpled, agitated, twitchy, lecherous, arrogant, and pretty much an all-around buffoon. Picture Les Grossman in Tropic Thunder, but actually worse somehow. When W. Allan Jones sees you, he either looks right through you or talks to you -- you never know which. If you are a woman and have tits, he will stare at those, but he still may not utter a word. You have to wait and see what he does -- it's as if he thinks of himself as a Hollywood star or he doesn't want to associate with the "commoners." Ha ha ha, it doesn't get any more common than W. Allan Jones! Check Into Cash is a terrible, horrible place to work. Please, if you are considering a job there, save yourself. I would rather scrub toilets than ever walk into that shi*hole again. They violate so many workplace laws, it is hard to believe they haven't been hit with a lawsuit. It's absolutely surreal. Check Into Cash fosters such a hostile work environment. Never in my life have I seen anything like it. Never. They have no workplace "etiquette" training that I ever heard of. Let me tell you this: The entire so-called "executive management team" of Jones Management and Check Into Cash seriously need to attend some type of seminar, maybe something entitled "How Not to Get Your Asses Sued off in the Workplace." I guess teaching W. Allan Jones' sharp executive team about human rights and ethics and laws somehow fell to the wayside. Now, you may be asking yourself: "How in the hell are Check Into Cash, W. Allan Jones, and Jones Management getting away with this?" Well, I will tell you their secret weapon: The greedy, immoral, and corrupt Senator Bob Corker. Were y'all aware that laws and amendments can be bought and paid for? They can! Senator Bob Corker eagerly pants after donations from W. Allan Jones, Check Into Cash, and Jones Management. They give him the donations, and, in return, he lobbies for him in the senate. Senator Bob Corker lacks the moral integrity and probably the willpower to refuse. Senator Bob Corker, when you lay down with dogs you come up with fleas. Always. Senator Corker is also a "friend" of big banking. And do you know how W. Allan Jones, Check Into Cash, and Jones Management get the money to make their seedy little payday loans? Well, I will tell you: W. Allan Jones, Jones Management, and Check Into Cash get their funding from Bank of America and Wachovia!! What a nasty, tangled, corrupt and deceitful web.|
|The best way I can think of to put a stop to W. Allan Jones of Check Into Cash and Jones Management is to ask Senator Bob Corker to stop voting in Congress for questionable payday lenders like W. Allan Jones of Check Into Cash. Though W. Allan Jones tries to downplay his generous contributions through the payday-lender-run website, Payday Pundit, I am guessing that friends, family, and employees of W. Allan Jones and Check Into Cash are also contributing quite generously.Without the support of Senator Bob Corker, W. Allan Jones would never be able to get away with his ridiculous behavior. Call Senator Corker and tell him to stop supporting W. Allan Jones at Check Into Cash at this number:423-756-2757, or write him at this address:|
U.S. Senator Bob Corker
185 Dirksen Senate Office Building
Washington, D.C., 20510
or visit his website:
|W. Allan Jones of Check Into Cash, who in the hell do you think you are? The W. Allan Jones I know is a sloppy, ignorant, boorish, self-centered, arrogant, child-like, miserable, bloated moron who thinks he is better than everyone else. What a piece of shit you are, W. Allan Jones. |
You love to brag about all of your generous donations, but we all know you won't donate anything unless your name is plastered all over it. You won't even plant a twig without a bronze plaque proclaiming your largesse. Speaking of "large, " (I know I said "largesse" but I don't care), have you considered getting your money back for your weight loss surgery. I mean, ummm, the jig is up, W. Allan Jones. I don't think it worked.
You are a petulant pig and I just LOATHE you. I hate seeing your face, I hate seeing your cars, and I hate seeing your fat ass.
|Check Into Cash needs to be reorganized for sure. Better yet, why not just clean the place out completely and start all over, it would definitely be cheaper. Don't worry, you really won't be losing any talent. Check Into Cash, W. Allan Jones, and Jones Management are definitely the lowest of the low -- a major hornet's nest of cut-throat bottom feeders. |
The "corporate" climate at W. Allan Jones' Check Into Cash would make an excellent movie -- anyone see "Horrible Bosses"? That movie was hilarious, but if they had talked to me first, it would be even funnier. Maybe they will make a "Horrible Bossses 2" featuring pompous, preening jackass W. Allan Jones of Check Into Cash, Cleveland, Tennessee's "sparkling jewel".
W. Allan Jones is a ginormous dickhead! Please, do yourself a favor and check out the Bald Headed Bistro (the crumbling, out-of-date, bitter restaurant W. Allan Jones created) and see if W. Allan Jones of Check Into Cash might grace you with his presence. You can't miss him -- he will be the one with a giant "scotch slurpee" in a red plastic cup bellowing orders and maybe even firing people for not showing him enough deference.
There is a space in front of the Bald Headed Bistro that is reserved for W. Allan Jones of Check Into Cash at all times in case he decides to get into one of his luxury cars -- you can't miss it, W. Allan Jones' reserved space is better than a handicap space -- sorry, you'll have to use a wheelchair ramp elsewhere. Just a rich hillbilly with no manners, no clue, no sense, and a huge pot belly.
Can you say yuck?
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