First off, welcome, now here is a warning.
<**DO NOT TRUST DEAN OLSEN**>
Here's why, *deep breath*
I met Dean a little over a year ago, I was working in a job that I really didn't care for with no direction, they pretty much sat me in a desk and said figure it out. No direction or guidance to even give me a road map of where to go, that is, until Dean was put in charge of us. Dean at first was Charismatic, charming even... but dear God is that far from who he really is... but we will get to that.
After a month or so of Dean being my "boss" we became pretty good friends, not only was he really laid back he was a great teacher, only, I didn't understand that everything he was teaching me was entirely bullshit. I did well as his underling, or so I thought. It wasn't long before he was stirring up shit storms and raising eyebrows... so they let him go. Understandably so, you can only tell the owners of a company that they're stupid so many times before you're just too big of a liability.
So I was left there, alone with only the bullshit I'd been fed to keep me afloat. Needless to say I didn't last long, 2 weeks later I was relieved of my job. Oh, did I forget to mention that a month prior to that we had rented an apartment together? That's probably a pertinent piece of information.
So there we were... unemployed, living in a rented condo, living with my old boss.
Remember how I said Dean was charismatic? well he's slick - he has the tongue of a serpent, and it's not silver, it's fucking platinum. A few weeks before we were relieved of our jobs, Dean had planted a seed in my head, that we would start a new company, bigger, better, more lucrative. Fantastic! he has years and years of sales and management experience (or so he says) and I'm getting really excited about this.
He pitches me this grand idea for a network marketing company, lays out the idea, the product, how he's going to get funding, and offers me a position as the VP of IT, with ownership. MY GOD!!! I've always wanted to be the head honcho, build my own networks, manage everything... I'm just floating I'm so excited! So I discontinue my job search, Dean says we'll be up and running in 30 days. Sweet, spring vacation, I've got some savings, I'll be alright for 30 days.
30 days later... No funding, no business plan, and now Dean's son Braden is living on our couch.
Dean has borrowed my parent's 97 Ford Taurus because his Jimmy blew a tranny and we're out of work. No Biggie, he's going to pay my old man for it. But that's far from my mind... I'm 30 days out of work and I'm starting to go stir crazy. So I start sending out my resume, going to interviews and finding that I'm just not drawn to any of these jobs, I'm just excited to start working with Dean.
I finally find a job I'm comfortable taking, it's 2 blocks from the apartment, pays pretty decent, and It's got manageable hours, So I take it. This is pretty awesome, my office is huge, the work is simple because it's the same thing I'd done a few years back just with a different company.
A month goes by,
and another.
Every week I check with Dean, to see how close we are to launching this thing, and every week, it's a week out... the product has changed, the roles have changed, now I'm Co-VP of IT with his son... he's brought in other people that we worked with before, but still no progress. He tells me that he's looking at office space, that funding is a few days out.
another month.
Dean instigates a conversation, we're now 2 weeks from launching and he wants me to leave my current job (which I have grown to despise) and I gladly resign from my position. We start working on the website for this company (Axiom 373) Logos are up, database is being built (or so he says) Oh my god, it is really happening! No... No it's not.
Dean disappears, a week, says he's going to pick up the check for the funding... Okay, believable... yet he comes home empty handed...
Now I'm out of work again, feeling desperate, I am getting more and more skeptical of this company, and of Dean himself. I confide in his son, letting him know that I'm starting to get scared... Braden (who is not to blame for any of this) lets me know that he really is trying and that they have been working on a business plan for the last few months and are working on getting the business license.
Another week, another lie, I overhear a conversation with Dean on the phone with our landlord. He is explaining that he will have rent, and all the back rent... EXCUSE ME!?!?! BACK RENT!? I've been paying you $400 at the beginning of every month for what? to keep beer in the fridge? no... that was rent motherfucker!
So I decide to see how deep the rabbit hole goes... a few weeks later I call the landlord. She says she never got the rent from Dean and they had to file bankruptcy, so they can't accept rent from us anymore because the bank took the condo. Great news!! we don't have to pay rent anymore, but that begs the question, how many months has Dean been taking my rent payments and pocketing them?
Oh well, I'll let it go... I get another job, working way out of my way, with a terrible commute.
and he's still spewing on about the company, by this time, I've lost all hope in it becoming a reality and just wish that Dean would get off his fat ass and go get a real job, working for someone else, cause I can't keep spotting him 10 for beer and my dad is getting bent that he hasn't paid for the car he borrowed and hasn't paid for. What my dad doesn't know is that dean has done something to the car and it's been sitting at his brothers shop for months. So when dad finally gets annoyed enough, he goes down and tows it up to his house, only to have me tear it apart and find out what is going on with it. Long story short, it's fucked, junkyard fodder, a waste of 1000$ my dad could have made had he not lent it to Dean.
Fast Forward, Nov 2011 - I've been living with Dean for a year... we've grown apart, no longer friends more like passing acquaintances. He asks for some help with the utilities ( which he had volunteered to cover because his son was staying on the couch for months and months) so I give him 130$ My half of the $260 combined gas/electric bill, no big right? Wrong...
Fast forward - Jan 2012 - Dean has been MIA for a month now, supposedly working for his brother in Vegas, when I get a notice on the door, "Your gas service has been suspended" WTF? so I go rummage through the mail and find a bill, I open it, 180$ what the hell, we paid this at the end of November!? so I call the automated line... "Your last payment was September 29 for 43$" WHAT IN THE HELL!? What the fuck did he do with that 130$ I gave him? So I call the power company, your last payment was Oct 1st. Jesus...
THIEF. LIAR. FINK!
So now, it's 31 degrees outside, and I have no heat or hot water, and it's 300$ to turn the gas back on cause the fucker had made payment arrangements in the past and broken them, so they won't do anything to help. Fuck Questar.
So whatever you do, whoever you are, Don't EVER EVER EVER give this man money, help him or even associate with him, he's poison.
