| Check Into Cash and W. Allan Jones |
| Poor treatment, discrimination, hostile work environment, harassment, bullying |
| 15th of Jun, 2011 by Senator Corker Loves Cash |
What can I say that hasn't already been said? W. Allan Jones, Jones Management, and Check Into Cash totally blow! I cannot fathom why they have not been hit with a class action lawsuit at this point. For one, W. Allan Jones and Check Into Cash and Jones Management treat their employees so poorly that company morale is nil. There has been a wage freeze for three years now (THREE YEARS!) so the pay is also really crappy.
The so-called "executive team" at Jones Management and Check Into Cash is pretty bad. Most of them harass and bully employees. Definitely some sensitivity treatment is needed for the "talent" running Check Into Cash and W. Allan Jones' Jones Management. Their lawyers and ridiculous human resource department have really dropped the ball on this one.
I worked for W. Allan Jones' Check Into Cash and I was harassed and bullied to the point of tears.
W. Allan Jones of Jones Management and Check Into Cash hasn't been able to give out raises for three years because all of the extra profits from these companies is literally sucked up by upper management. I especially loved having to make an extremely tight and careful budget for my daughter's birthday party (which I could barely afford) while hearing company president Steve Scoggins was leaving on his own private jet. Nice!
W. Allan Jones and Check Into Cash suck. 'Nuff said. |
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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:
http://corker.senate.gov/public/ |
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It is absolutely outrageous that W. Allan Jones and Check Into Cash continue to operate as they do, all with substantial help of "good friend, " well-paid political talking head Senator Bob Corker. Senator Bob Corker greedily fills his pockets with contributions from W. Allan Jones, Check Into Cash, and the forced contributions from the employees at Check Into Cash, all so he can help block legislation that would protect consumers from Check Into Cash's usurious loan practices. What is so sad is that Senator Bob Corker can be purchased so cheaply. Reportedly, he pocketed $31, 000 for his services. Why so cheap, Senator Corker? I'll bet Charlie Sheen knows a prostitute who costs more than that. In the meantime, thanks to Check Into Cash, W. Allan Jones enjoys a very lavish lifestyle off the backs of America's working poor: Yacht
Biggest mansion in Tennessee
Several cars, including a vintage Rolls Royce and a Maybach
Apparently unsuccessful gastric bypass surgery
Jets
Horses
Personal football field on the estate of his mansion Senator Bob Corker, did you at least get a ride in the Maybach for your services? I hope so. In the meantime, check out W. Allan Jones' rambling and ill-written response to critics, claiming, inexplicably, that he makes less than a fast-food worker: https://sites.google.com/site/wallanjonessucks/home/a-rambling-and-illiterate-post-by-w-allan-jones-edited-by-dougbball |
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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. |
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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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