That Steve Jobs, of Apple Computer fame, was a huge dickhead is not new news. Hearing that he owned a Van Gogh is new news, however.
My work colleague used to clean Jobs' windows. For the first few years, he'd really only ever dealt with the wife, Mrs. Jobs, and hadn't thought anything of her surname. Apparently, she was pleasant enough.
One year, Steve was home.
'He had a Van Gogh on the wall right by a set windows that we had to clean...'
Knowing that my colleague is not an art connoisseur, I'd asked, 'How'd you know it was a Van Gogh?'
'Well, he came into the room as we were removing the painting from the wall & he began screaming at us not to touch the art as it was a Van Gogh & very valuable. We put the painting back, but still had to protect it, so we covered it with a drop cloth. Jobs came back into the room & screamed some more.'
My colleague gave Jobs three options: remove it, cover it, or not clean that set of windows. I can't now remember what Jobs choose.
The following year Jobs was there at the house again when the window cleaners came & was again being a bit difficult to deal with. My colleague responded by being rude to him. Small wonder, he was never called back to clean windows for Mr. and Mrs. Jobs again. A blessing in disguise, I'd say.
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