I think that a lot of people like to hear my stories, no matter how innocuous I think they might be. With that in mind, I'm going to start writing these down for your entertainment.
It could be sad, it could funny. Either way, it's a glimpse into my past.
Today's episode "Artie goes to jail."
It had come to be, that due to my financial situation and poor decision making, I became a scofflaw. It started out with a simple ticket for following to closely, that I forgot to pay. For that, they suspended my license. As we all know, that will not stop you from driving. It should, but it won't. I drove P.O.S. cars that would never pass a normal state inspection, I always knew mechanics who would give me the "special" one so it would be legal. Insurance? Sure for the first 30 days or until the cancellation came. Of course, once your insurance is canceled, there goes your registration too.
At any given time, I was driving with bad plates, expired inspection, no insurance. Eventually I wold get caught. I would get ticketed. This happened quite a few times until at one point I had 24 suspensions on my license. This means I also had a bench warrant issued for my arrest for those unpaid parking tickets.
You can't believe how nervous I would get every time a police car appeared. I knew the end was coming and I just had to keep the charade going until I could get a good job and make some serious "fix my life" money. Little did I know, that I was going to turn myself in soon.
See, I had applied for a security job. Now being security, they want to make sure you are not a felon or have any past felony conviction, so you need to get a copy of the your police report. Where do you go to get this? Why the sheriff's department of course. I walk in with my son (who was 3 at that time) and ask the nice lady for just such a report. She explains the fees, writes down my name and birthdate and proceeds to type on her computer. I should have known something was wrong when she said "hmmmmm" and told me she would be right back. I knew for sure when the DETECTIVE opened the door and asked me to come back with him.
Uh oh. He's being really friendly and when we get to his desk he starts talking to me about this "aggravated assault" charge. WHAT? I never beat anyone up! Oh, wait, Aggravated Unlicensed operator charge. Wheew! And it looks like there are a couple of here. I can't let you walk out of here because of the warrant. Warrant? Oh yeah, there are 4 of them on there. Is there anyone that I can call to take you son? Oh, uh.... yeah his mother is out in the car waiting on us.
In the car. The car that has no insurance, switched plates, expired insurance, and suspended registration. That car. I just send a Onondaga Sheriff's department detective out to that car.
Off he goes, but before he does, he handcuffs me to the chair. He's only gone for 10 minutes, but it is a loooonnnngg 10 minutes. When he comes back, he explains that he told her that I would be going to jail and since it was so late on Friday (3 pm-ish) that I would be spending the weekend since no judge would be around to arraign me until Monday. Bummer. He uncuffs me and off we go down to booking. He talks to some officers there, they take my stuff, I sign for it, and I'm put in a holding cell.
I guess I'm there for 3 or so hours when one of the Deputies come and get me. Time for me to be processed. Hmm. I'm going upstairs, but first.... one of the most degrading things I've had to do in a long time.
We all have been in P.E. or gym. That fun part, where you and some other people have to share the shower. All of you, naked. In the shower. No one is looking at anyone else, but you know what I'm talking about.
The Deputy takes me into the shower room. I get a towel. He tells me to strip. ALL the way down to skin. Put my clothes in the bag and get into the shower. There is no curtain on the shower stall. Why? Because the deputy is watching me. Okay, a little un-nerving but hey, I understand the reason. At least until I'm all rinsed and finished. As I'm about to turn off the water, he says wait. The he proceed to take a nearby spray bottle and squirt me with de-lousing agent. Eww. Oh wait. IT BURNS! Wow, it does sting! After a minute or so he directs me back into the shower to rinse again. Good thing, it's not as bad, but I'm still tingling and not in a good way. So, I'm thinking it can't get any worse until he says this: "Lift 'em." I give him a look and he looks right back at me. "Your testicles, son. Lift them up."
Okay this just got weird. So I do it. Mind you, he's about 3 feet away. He bends over and takes a peek. Ohhhh.... now I get it. Making sure I'm not hiding anything. Alright, so now it's not AS freaky. Still in the uncomfortable zone, but at least there is a rhyme to the reason. Until... "Turn, bend over and spread." One short sentence that I think sticks with me to this day. The one sentence that will surely keep me a law-abiding citizen the rest of my life. Yes. Turn around, bend over and show me where the sun don't shine. I know that there is a reason for this. Looking back, I know that for as bad as I as feeling, the poor deputy has it even worse. How many sets of nuts and assholes has this guy seen. Worse yet, the condition of those very same things. Uggghhh.
So, that's over. Into my little orange jumper with my .30 cent flip flops. Off we go up to the cell block. blah blah. Locked in. No problem. Then the realization sets in, I'm in jail. I cry. This sucks. I cry some more, silently sobbing into the chunk of foam rubber that is my pillow. I'm never doing this again.
I spend 2 1/2 days in there. In the cell. The only time I get out is to see Amy (John - my son's mother) when she brings me some books and comes for an hour long visit. I get to see my son through jailhouse glass. Another of those things that keeps me lawful.
She's been busy. She's called my grandmother (who TOTALLY freaked out) and will be posting my bail on Monday. She's called my lawyer who will be there on Monday.
Monday rolls around. I'm released on bail. Before I'm even out, my lawyer has been in talking with one of the assistant D.A.s and has pleaded it all down to a minor charge. What could have been over $5000 in fines and some more jail time has been reduced to a $350 fine. Which they take out of my $500 bail money.
Twenty-four suspensions. All gone. I'm a free man again. For now.....
To be continued!!
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Monday, February 26, 2007
Sometimes you think you know it all. There is nothing you can't do. You are so clever, you can whip any problem that comes your way.
Wrong.
I'm a computer ninja. I love to do the fun stuff with electronics. I made it my career. I love impressing people who have no idea what they are doing. Yep, it's an ego trip.
This weekend, however, I met my match. I just rebuilt my machine and had gotten XP back up and running. Me, being the little hacker I am, decided to use a crack, but my favorite site wasn't working, so I went to an alternative. I should have known that it was bad. I mean Norton sucked one of the files right of the archive BEFORE I even expanded it. That's okay, the keygen was still there. Oops.
This little program was called TCPIPMON.EXE and it is a bugger to clean. I tried all my best tricks. Then went the internet for help. None. So I just F-it and started from scratch. Ha! I showed it, didn't I?
All that just so I can play my game, and it will look like the intro movies. Yeah baby!
Wrong.
I'm a computer ninja. I love to do the fun stuff with electronics. I made it my career. I love impressing people who have no idea what they are doing. Yep, it's an ego trip.
This weekend, however, I met my match. I just rebuilt my machine and had gotten XP back up and running. Me, being the little hacker I am, decided to use a crack, but my favorite site wasn't working, so I went to an alternative. I should have known that it was bad. I mean Norton sucked one of the files right of the archive BEFORE I even expanded it. That's okay, the keygen was still there. Oops.
This little program was called TCPIPMON.EXE and it is a bugger to clean. I tried all my best tricks. Then went the internet for help. None. So I just F-it and started from scratch. Ha! I showed it, didn't I?
All that just so I can play my game, and it will look like the intro movies. Yeah baby!
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Okay... show idea.
This guy Liev Schrieber was just on CSI as Michael Kepler. Very mysterious guy who was gone after 4 episodes. So, as it goes with guest stars.. how about....
FORREST GUMP, CSI??
Ehhh... ehhh... "Momma always said it was the quiet ones that were doing it..."
It could work!
This guy Liev Schrieber was just on CSI as Michael Kepler. Very mysterious guy who was gone after 4 episodes. So, as it goes with guest stars.. how about....
FORREST GUMP, CSI??
Ehhh... ehhh... "Momma always said it was the quiet ones that were doing it..."
It could work!
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Breaking the camel's back.
Okay, I'll admit I like to think of myself as a bit of eccentric personality. If you know me, then you'll agree. If you don't, then take as that, yeah I'm a bit of a weirdo. Now with that said, let's move on......
It has been a bit since I've posted. A couple of years have passed. Let's not dwell on it, it's not good for you. To dwell. To sit and wonder. To fume and fester on a subject. Any subject. Especially when it comes to family. Be careful of what you wish for, because you might get it.
I wanted my son to find a girlfriend. I thought it would do his self-esteem a good turn. Wish granted. To a point. It's a pen pal. 1100 miles away. Wish granted - sort of. She's a bit of a psycho and has family problems. It didn't last because, well, I might have interfered in that. I just had to put him on the right path.
Right.
Girlfriend #2. Cool, she's real. In a here at school kind of way. FABULOUS! Bring her over... in fact why don't you guys spend time together whenever it's convenient for us. Super. You go over there, she comes over here. Sounds good. Perfecto! Honey, she seems really nice. Kind of pseudo-goth / emo, but a good girl. Parents are divorced. Bummer.
Right.
I talk to my son. Parents should talk to their children. A lot. Well, he tells me that during our last outing to the State Fair, that I offended her. Really? Hmm, what was it I said? (For the sake of explaining, let's suffice it to say it was all petty B.S. from an immature little girl who has misconstrued my sense of humor) Now, that could be that, but then he says that I make her "uncomfortable." Ooops. My wife has heard enough. She decrees that due to the my "offensive nature" and the girlfriend's feelings of un-comfortability, that the girlfriend is no longer allowed to come over to our house AND we will no longer be transporting her anywhere. That will be that. My son sulks off. He knows that will definitely impact his time with his girlfriend. Based on some other things he's said to me I have decided that I don't care the girlfriend anymore. Apparently this 16 year old girl does not care for my parenting style and the way I treat my son.
Wow.
As a parent of a 17 year old, some (including my wife) would say I'm a bit strict. I'm not a spanker. I've always been able to discipline using stern words and then occasional firm grip. Here in the recent, that method no longer works, so we result to the grounding from things. It works to a point, like all punishment does. My strictness includes monitoring of his computer use, including his myspace page. Yeah, I read his blog. I check his comments. I make the rules. You follow them or else.
Uh-huh.
It has now become a running gun battle. I want to let my son have fun with his girlfriend but I don't like her. I know, she's not my girlfriend, but I know in a way that parents know, that she is messing with his head. My wife says I'm overreacting. It's like a cold war kind of thing with his girlfriend. My wife is smarting then me. She is a Henry Kissinger when it comes to me. I relent. I decide to LET IT GO. I'll feel better, she just a little girl, he'll move on and we'll laugh about this when he has kids. Trust me. Okay honey, I'll do it.
See, all better?
No. Growing up, I attending Sunday school, church at least 2 days a week. I know my religion, but I just don't worship the way I used to. I'm not a pious man, but I'm not evil. I've done some bad things, and I know that it's me that has to live with them. Now, with that said, I know that people think that some things are evil. When I was a kid, it was Dungeons and Dragons, Ozzy, Black Sabbath and Motley Crue. All exploited the "devil" side of things with the images and what not. My parents did not care for it. I understood and did not bring them into their house. Now, I never forced religion on my son as I felt it was forced on me (sometimes - more on that later). He understands morals, good and evil. Enter a rock band. One of many he listens to. This one is called "H.I.M."
Hey.. wait a minute!
Yeah, if you have any religious upbringing, you know that when you refer to HIM, it is the man upstairs. Upon closer inspections, it is not HIM it is an abbreviation. His infernal majesty, of course referring to Satan. Hmm, nice hook for a band, it's been done before, but whatever sells records. No Son, sorry I won't download that album for you. Why Dad? Explanation ensues. None of that in my house. Ohh.. again, I understand my parents. End of story.
No.
Birthday. Presents, cake, small party - with no girlfriend. A couple of days after party I ask son about other gifts. Lo and behold, his girlfriend has bought him the album I would not download for him. Anger. Threats. I almost take the CD and destroy it. I'm a reasonable fellow. You can keep the CD, it has sentimental value. You cannot play it around me. Or while anyone is home. I know he tells girlfriend how Dad freaked out, but finally relented. All better now.
Cool. Things are fine.
Valentines day. Our weather causes a snow day. No school. Son is bummed out. He bought her roses and now they will get all wilted if more time passes. I'm a nice guy. We have to go to the doctor, I'll run you over afterwards so you can give them to her. Super Dad to the rescue.
Hooray!!
We get to her house. Presents are exchanged, kiss - kiss. Cool, whatever, let's go. Driving home he shows me his gifts. A nice band t-shirt and some shoe-laces. The shoe laces are covered with the HIM logo's all over them. Hmmm..... That's kind of odd. What could make it stranger? She says this to him: "I hope your Dad doesn't get to upset over these...."
Fuck.
Okay, I'll admit I like to think of myself as a bit of eccentric personality. If you know me, then you'll agree. If you don't, then take as that, yeah I'm a bit of a weirdo. Now with that said, let's move on......
It has been a bit since I've posted. A couple of years have passed. Let's not dwell on it, it's not good for you. To dwell. To sit and wonder. To fume and fester on a subject. Any subject. Especially when it comes to family. Be careful of what you wish for, because you might get it.
I wanted my son to find a girlfriend. I thought it would do his self-esteem a good turn. Wish granted. To a point. It's a pen pal. 1100 miles away. Wish granted - sort of. She's a bit of a psycho and has family problems. It didn't last because, well, I might have interfered in that. I just had to put him on the right path.
Right.
Girlfriend #2. Cool, she's real. In a here at school kind of way. FABULOUS! Bring her over... in fact why don't you guys spend time together whenever it's convenient for us. Super. You go over there, she comes over here. Sounds good. Perfecto! Honey, she seems really nice. Kind of pseudo-goth / emo, but a good girl. Parents are divorced. Bummer.
Right.
I talk to my son. Parents should talk to their children. A lot. Well, he tells me that during our last outing to the State Fair, that I offended her. Really? Hmm, what was it I said? (For the sake of explaining, let's suffice it to say it was all petty B.S. from an immature little girl who has misconstrued my sense of humor) Now, that could be that, but then he says that I make her "uncomfortable." Ooops. My wife has heard enough. She decrees that due to the my "offensive nature" and the girlfriend's feelings of un-comfortability, that the girlfriend is no longer allowed to come over to our house AND we will no longer be transporting her anywhere. That will be that. My son sulks off. He knows that will definitely impact his time with his girlfriend. Based on some other things he's said to me I have decided that I don't care the girlfriend anymore. Apparently this 16 year old girl does not care for my parenting style and the way I treat my son.
Wow.
As a parent of a 17 year old, some (including my wife) would say I'm a bit strict. I'm not a spanker. I've always been able to discipline using stern words and then occasional firm grip. Here in the recent, that method no longer works, so we result to the grounding from things. It works to a point, like all punishment does. My strictness includes monitoring of his computer use, including his myspace page. Yeah, I read his blog. I check his comments. I make the rules. You follow them or else.
Uh-huh.
It has now become a running gun battle. I want to let my son have fun with his girlfriend but I don't like her. I know, she's not my girlfriend, but I know in a way that parents know, that she is messing with his head. My wife says I'm overreacting. It's like a cold war kind of thing with his girlfriend. My wife is smarting then me. She is a Henry Kissinger when it comes to me. I relent. I decide to LET IT GO. I'll feel better, she just a little girl, he'll move on and we'll laugh about this when he has kids. Trust me. Okay honey, I'll do it.
See, all better?
No. Growing up, I attending Sunday school, church at least 2 days a week. I know my religion, but I just don't worship the way I used to. I'm not a pious man, but I'm not evil. I've done some bad things, and I know that it's me that has to live with them. Now, with that said, I know that people think that some things are evil. When I was a kid, it was Dungeons and Dragons, Ozzy, Black Sabbath and Motley Crue. All exploited the "devil" side of things with the images and what not. My parents did not care for it. I understood and did not bring them into their house. Now, I never forced religion on my son as I felt it was forced on me (sometimes - more on that later). He understands morals, good and evil. Enter a rock band. One of many he listens to. This one is called "H.I.M."
Hey.. wait a minute!
Yeah, if you have any religious upbringing, you know that when you refer to HIM, it is the man upstairs. Upon closer inspections, it is not HIM it is an abbreviation. His infernal majesty, of course referring to Satan. Hmm, nice hook for a band, it's been done before, but whatever sells records. No Son, sorry I won't download that album for you. Why Dad? Explanation ensues. None of that in my house. Ohh.. again, I understand my parents. End of story.
No.
Birthday. Presents, cake, small party - with no girlfriend. A couple of days after party I ask son about other gifts. Lo and behold, his girlfriend has bought him the album I would not download for him. Anger. Threats. I almost take the CD and destroy it. I'm a reasonable fellow. You can keep the CD, it has sentimental value. You cannot play it around me. Or while anyone is home. I know he tells girlfriend how Dad freaked out, but finally relented. All better now.
Cool. Things are fine.
Valentines day. Our weather causes a snow day. No school. Son is bummed out. He bought her roses and now they will get all wilted if more time passes. I'm a nice guy. We have to go to the doctor, I'll run you over afterwards so you can give them to her. Super Dad to the rescue.
Hooray!!
We get to her house. Presents are exchanged, kiss - kiss. Cool, whatever, let's go. Driving home he shows me his gifts. A nice band t-shirt and some shoe-laces. The shoe laces are covered with the HIM logo's all over them. Hmmm..... That's kind of odd. What could make it stranger? She says this to him: "I hope your Dad doesn't get to upset over these...."
Fuck.
Thursday, December 11, 2003
Whew! Time to blog!
We are now headed rapidly towards the end of the year and what a year it has been. On the personal front, I'm a new Dad! That's been a whole experience in itself AGAIN. See I already have a 14 yr old son and so much time has passed that it's all new to me again. Enough about me, let's get on to the fun stuff!
For those of you following along, it looks like DeJuan has been in a nasty fight with Ed. Ed want us to come back and live with him. Why? I think it's because we brought home enough of the bacon to make it worth having us around. Ain't that the shit? So, with Ed romancing us regularly, the rumor of full scale "moving day" is supposed to be scheduled for early spring. Oh yeah...I'm good for some of that! Apparently Ed is hip to our situation and will be increasing our allowance. Well not everyone's, but he's got this whole performance thing down (you know how pimps can be).
I'm happy. We knew it was coming. As me and a Ronsey had decided to finally get what we could out of DeJuan by enrolling in his 401k plan. It took us the better part of a week to get enrolled only to have DeJuan announce 30 days later that he was freezing the contributions. Hmm...first the raises, then the 401k.. does anyone smell that? I have a conspiracy theory about that whole 401k thing. As I see it, I think that DeJuan had a idea or an inkling that something like this was going to happen. Rather then keep paying into the 160 or so plans of people who would soon be moving back to Ed's house, he got clever and shut it off. Makes perfect sense to me, sure it pisses of your other housemates, but look how happy they will be when it gets un-frozen. Apparently Ed is gonna cough up a chunk of cash when the van pulls out of the driveway.
Things will be wierd once we get back to Ed's I'm sure of that. You know that whole "I only did this because I loved you and someday you'll understand if you really love me" kind of thing. Uh-huh. See the fun is just starting. See, the X is about to make things really interesting come June. See it's been 10 years of up and down's when it comes to Ed and his X, but this summer, I think she's talking about changing some things. What happens then? Layoffs, I'd bet my right testicle on that. Hopefully I ain't on that list but I know some people that should be (that's mean huh?).
Ok...enough for now...
but keep watching, I feel a new year's resolution coming on..yeah, more regular updates, more fiber less filler! Ohhh don't forget to expect a Daily Bitch on how things piss me off!
Outie-
We are now headed rapidly towards the end of the year and what a year it has been. On the personal front, I'm a new Dad! That's been a whole experience in itself AGAIN. See I already have a 14 yr old son and so much time has passed that it's all new to me again. Enough about me, let's get on to the fun stuff!
For those of you following along, it looks like DeJuan has been in a nasty fight with Ed. Ed want us to come back and live with him. Why? I think it's because we brought home enough of the bacon to make it worth having us around. Ain't that the shit? So, with Ed romancing us regularly, the rumor of full scale "moving day" is supposed to be scheduled for early spring. Oh yeah...I'm good for some of that! Apparently Ed is hip to our situation and will be increasing our allowance. Well not everyone's, but he's got this whole performance thing down (you know how pimps can be).
I'm happy. We knew it was coming. As me and a Ronsey had decided to finally get what we could out of DeJuan by enrolling in his 401k plan. It took us the better part of a week to get enrolled only to have DeJuan announce 30 days later that he was freezing the contributions. Hmm...first the raises, then the 401k.. does anyone smell that? I have a conspiracy theory about that whole 401k thing. As I see it, I think that DeJuan had a idea or an inkling that something like this was going to happen. Rather then keep paying into the 160 or so plans of people who would soon be moving back to Ed's house, he got clever and shut it off. Makes perfect sense to me, sure it pisses of your other housemates, but look how happy they will be when it gets un-frozen. Apparently Ed is gonna cough up a chunk of cash when the van pulls out of the driveway.
Things will be wierd once we get back to Ed's I'm sure of that. You know that whole "I only did this because I loved you and someday you'll understand if you really love me" kind of thing. Uh-huh. See the fun is just starting. See, the X is about to make things really interesting come June. See it's been 10 years of up and down's when it comes to Ed and his X, but this summer, I think she's talking about changing some things. What happens then? Layoffs, I'd bet my right testicle on that. Hopefully I ain't on that list but I know some people that should be (that's mean huh?).
Ok...enough for now...
but keep watching, I feel a new year's resolution coming on..yeah, more regular updates, more fiber less filler! Ohhh don't forget to expect a Daily Bitch on how things piss me off!
Outie-
Thursday, April 10, 2003
I know, I know, not enough posts to really be calling this The DAILY Bitch. Should be more like the "When I Freakin' get pissed off and want to rant" Bitch. I'm a busy guy and sometimes I forget. I've gotten the idea from all the e-mails, thanks for the those, I'll be stealing..er using them soon. For the rest of those just wondering why I don't update more, well, I'll try.
Today's Topic: Helping the helpless and screwing the Helpful!
Yeah, that's what it's all about...today I heard that they are bringing some people back (that were laid off previously) to help with a project in another building. Why? Because they are too busy? Because they need the help? Because the local folks don't want to do it? It doesn't matter the reason why, actually it does, but first let's look at why this is happening.
Managment & "The Bottom Line." Things have gone to shit around here. Pay raises that were promised have been frozen again. More and more every day it seems that the "Upper" managment wants nothing to do with us and only when the "Client" starts making grevious noises do they spring into action. We've been cut to the minimum and finally "they" are starting to see that. Good for them, bad for us. Using a recent example will illustrate this perfectly. A couple of weeks ago, we were hit hard by the latest virus buggy circulating. We saw the ticket load jump 300% (if not more) due to all these infected machines. Now, if we would have had our normal complement of worker bees then this would have been a small bump rather then the life draining cluster-fuck that it turned into. It took "people in charge of virus" almost 4 days to come out with an official fix for this. Our ticket closing time was totally blown off the charts, but that's okay, because this was such a train wreck, management just said all of those virus tickets don't count. Huh? So, the huge ass pile of shit sitting there just got turned into a fart with a strong breeze blowing so not trace was hardly left. Yeah, until the variant of the same virus stopped by 2 weeks later AND IT HAPPENED ALL OVER AGAIN! No lie.
So enough on management and their screw-ups. Let's talk about people who don't want help. I work with some really smart people. One of them (during this first virus outbreak) wrote a little VB tool that worked in conjuction with the virus scanner. Worked great, we had it out and working 3 days before the official fix came out. The head virus honcho (who we'll call Mr. Raoule) got a hold of the tool and then got a hold of the creator. What do you think happened? Yep, Mr. Raoule is a bit anal retentive and bit of an egotistical shit head with no management power whatsoever. That did not matter to Mr. Raoule, he proceeded to verbally ream the creator for a good 10 minutes and then threatened him with getting him fired. Uh-huh. Yeah.... I have to give it up to the "Mr. Creator" because I would have gotten in my car and drove to his office and gave him a really good reason to fire me. I don't Mr. Raoule would have been as "verbal" with my foot 6 inches up his ass. The conversation was THAT bad, even a manager or two got pulled in on this one. The Rogue Team strikes again ? !
Being helpful is tough too. See Mr. Creator has come up with some really neat tools that would and could save tons of time, and it's free. It just requires a little work on the user's part the first time to get it setup. Do you think anyone that doesn't know Mr. Creator has come forward to say "Hey! That's great can I get some of that?" Nope. It's basically seems like it's just easier to play the ignorance role and just sit there looking for help, but only the help that you want. The kind of help that doen't require you to do anything. Reminds me of a joke I heard once:
....a small town is flooded. As the water rises, the homeowner, a religious man, prays to God to keep him safe. As the water fills the basement, a 4x4 truck comes by and offers him a ride. The man passes, knowing that God will protect and save him. The water continues to flood his house and he moves to the second floor. A boat comes by and offers him a ride to dry land and safety. Again, the man passes, knowing that God will protect and save him. The water rises high and forces the man onto his roof. About that time a helicopter spots him and offers to winch him up, but once again, the man passes, knowing that God will protect and save him. Finally, the waters rise above the roof and drown him. Upon reaching heaven the man storms up to God and says, I believed in you, how could you not save me? God replies, "What more do you want? I sent a truck, boat and a helicopter?"
Me? I could give two shits. I've been busy working on my new idea, the RRU. Resource Recovery Unit. Yep, I started my own group and I figure that it will look really good on my resume. What does it do? Exactly that, recover resources? What kind of resources? Oh you name it. This week, it's rubber bands, tomorrow it might be post-it notes or paper clips or maybe those binder clips. I'm working on filling the Unit's filing cabinent and making it the secondary supply location. Leave it laying around and chances are it will be RRU'ed. Doesn't it sound impressive? My own initiative and self direction taking me down the path of future employability. Yeahh...that sounds real nice.
Time for lunch...later!
Today's Topic: Helping the helpless and screwing the Helpful!
Yeah, that's what it's all about...today I heard that they are bringing some people back (that were laid off previously) to help with a project in another building. Why? Because they are too busy? Because they need the help? Because the local folks don't want to do it? It doesn't matter the reason why, actually it does, but first let's look at why this is happening.
Managment & "The Bottom Line." Things have gone to shit around here. Pay raises that were promised have been frozen again. More and more every day it seems that the "Upper" managment wants nothing to do with us and only when the "Client" starts making grevious noises do they spring into action. We've been cut to the minimum and finally "they" are starting to see that. Good for them, bad for us. Using a recent example will illustrate this perfectly. A couple of weeks ago, we were hit hard by the latest virus buggy circulating. We saw the ticket load jump 300% (if not more) due to all these infected machines. Now, if we would have had our normal complement of worker bees then this would have been a small bump rather then the life draining cluster-fuck that it turned into. It took "people in charge of virus" almost 4 days to come out with an official fix for this. Our ticket closing time was totally blown off the charts, but that's okay, because this was such a train wreck, management just said all of those virus tickets don't count. Huh? So, the huge ass pile of shit sitting there just got turned into a fart with a strong breeze blowing so not trace was hardly left. Yeah, until the variant of the same virus stopped by 2 weeks later AND IT HAPPENED ALL OVER AGAIN! No lie.
So enough on management and their screw-ups. Let's talk about people who don't want help. I work with some really smart people. One of them (during this first virus outbreak) wrote a little VB tool that worked in conjuction with the virus scanner. Worked great, we had it out and working 3 days before the official fix came out. The head virus honcho (who we'll call Mr. Raoule) got a hold of the tool and then got a hold of the creator. What do you think happened? Yep, Mr. Raoule is a bit anal retentive and bit of an egotistical shit head with no management power whatsoever. That did not matter to Mr. Raoule, he proceeded to verbally ream the creator for a good 10 minutes and then threatened him with getting him fired. Uh-huh. Yeah.... I have to give it up to the "Mr. Creator" because I would have gotten in my car and drove to his office and gave him a really good reason to fire me. I don't Mr. Raoule would have been as "verbal" with my foot 6 inches up his ass. The conversation was THAT bad, even a manager or two got pulled in on this one. The Rogue Team strikes again ? !
Being helpful is tough too. See Mr. Creator has come up with some really neat tools that would and could save tons of time, and it's free. It just requires a little work on the user's part the first time to get it setup. Do you think anyone that doesn't know Mr. Creator has come forward to say "Hey! That's great can I get some of that?" Nope. It's basically seems like it's just easier to play the ignorance role and just sit there looking for help, but only the help that you want. The kind of help that doen't require you to do anything. Reminds me of a joke I heard once:
....a small town is flooded. As the water rises, the homeowner, a religious man, prays to God to keep him safe. As the water fills the basement, a 4x4 truck comes by and offers him a ride. The man passes, knowing that God will protect and save him. The water continues to flood his house and he moves to the second floor. A boat comes by and offers him a ride to dry land and safety. Again, the man passes, knowing that God will protect and save him. The water rises high and forces the man onto his roof. About that time a helicopter spots him and offers to winch him up, but once again, the man passes, knowing that God will protect and save him. Finally, the waters rise above the roof and drown him. Upon reaching heaven the man storms up to God and says, I believed in you, how could you not save me? God replies, "What more do you want? I sent a truck, boat and a helicopter?"
Me? I could give two shits. I've been busy working on my new idea, the RRU. Resource Recovery Unit. Yep, I started my own group and I figure that it will look really good on my resume. What does it do? Exactly that, recover resources? What kind of resources? Oh you name it. This week, it's rubber bands, tomorrow it might be post-it notes or paper clips or maybe those binder clips. I'm working on filling the Unit's filing cabinent and making it the secondary supply location. Leave it laying around and chances are it will be RRU'ed. Doesn't it sound impressive? My own initiative and self direction taking me down the path of future employability. Yeahh...that sounds real nice.
Time for lunch...later!
Thursday, March 20, 2003
So it begins....
It's started, no not the WAR in Iraq. I'm talking about the other side of the war that everyone sees the protesters! See I love this country, no matter whether we are right or wrong in what we do, I love America. The freedoms we are granted, freedom of the press, of religion, and most of all speech. That is what allows these folks to do what they do: Protest.
Protest is the heart of our county. It is written in our history. It is that little part of all us that wants to do something when we are wrong. I mean, there is a whole religion based on the protest of Catholicism. Yeah, it's called Protestant, but I'm wandering, back to the present.
Protesting is what we do in order to do when a group of people share an opinion that differs from the popular opinion. It makes our country great. You don't have to get a permit (sometimes) so you can pretty much do it at the drop of hat. Occassionally you can get arrested and sometimes you can cause a little shuffle (just watch them crazy white supremecists try and march anywhere).
Today though, someone decided to make an impression by decided to start their protest at 5PM. Downtown. Yeah, 5PM on a Thursday. Rush hour. WHO THE FUCK DID THEY THINK THEY WERE IMPRESSING? Come on! You had enough people that you could of got on the news either way. It get's better, they were marching to the Federal Building. The Federal Building at 5pm? Someone must have been stoned. It's 5pm you fucking idiots!! Shit, the DMV closes at 4:30, so who did you think was going to be watching?? Here's a really bright idea, next time do it at LUNCH TIME!! Then you'll not only catch people there, you can annoy them on thier LUNCH HOUR! That will really garner you some attention. I bet people down there will be really happy since you'll be delaying them in getting lunch and getting back to work. Extended lunch hour courtesy of the war protest.
No instead you decide you have to do it right in the middle of RUSH HOUR! People are trying to get home to thier families. Get away from work. Just plain get out of downtown. Now we have to deal with dipshits parading down main street stopping traffic. Stopping people who could possibly join thier protest maybe be swayed in the way they might feel about the war. Nope, they are in the middle of rush hour causing problems. Of course what happened here is nothing. In San Fransisco protesters there snarled morning rush hour traffic for an hour. In Philadelpha, they blocked the entrances to the federal buildings there. That is my idea of a nice protest as long as it's a sunny day. Have that extra cup of coffee and watch the festivities.
Even the Police chief asked the protesters to ease off. Because the more of these assholes like to get together the more police have to drawn away from real emergencies. So take note, do it the right way and try not to piss people off.
On the other hand, if I hear another self-indulgant, self-asorbed, never once set foot in a battlefield MOTHERFUCKER say that they are "ashamed to be an American," I will find their address, e-mail, or phone number and tell them to pack thier shit and get the hell out of this country! I can't stand to hear that! Ashamed? Color me astonished! I just can't believe that someone would say that. This is great county and people have died to make sure you can say that. No one would ever think to say that during WW2 much less after Korea. That is just plain old wrong.
"Freedom has a taste, that those who have never fought for it, will never know."
It's started, no not the WAR in Iraq. I'm talking about the other side of the war that everyone sees the protesters! See I love this country, no matter whether we are right or wrong in what we do, I love America. The freedoms we are granted, freedom of the press, of religion, and most of all speech. That is what allows these folks to do what they do: Protest.
Protest is the heart of our county. It is written in our history. It is that little part of all us that wants to do something when we are wrong. I mean, there is a whole religion based on the protest of Catholicism. Yeah, it's called Protestant, but I'm wandering, back to the present.
Protesting is what we do in order to do when a group of people share an opinion that differs from the popular opinion. It makes our country great. You don't have to get a permit (sometimes) so you can pretty much do it at the drop of hat. Occassionally you can get arrested and sometimes you can cause a little shuffle (just watch them crazy white supremecists try and march anywhere).
Today though, someone decided to make an impression by decided to start their protest at 5PM. Downtown. Yeah, 5PM on a Thursday. Rush hour. WHO THE FUCK DID THEY THINK THEY WERE IMPRESSING? Come on! You had enough people that you could of got on the news either way. It get's better, they were marching to the Federal Building. The Federal Building at 5pm? Someone must have been stoned. It's 5pm you fucking idiots!! Shit, the DMV closes at 4:30, so who did you think was going to be watching?? Here's a really bright idea, next time do it at LUNCH TIME!! Then you'll not only catch people there, you can annoy them on thier LUNCH HOUR! That will really garner you some attention. I bet people down there will be really happy since you'll be delaying them in getting lunch and getting back to work. Extended lunch hour courtesy of the war protest.
No instead you decide you have to do it right in the middle of RUSH HOUR! People are trying to get home to thier families. Get away from work. Just plain get out of downtown. Now we have to deal with dipshits parading down main street stopping traffic. Stopping people who could possibly join thier protest maybe be swayed in the way they might feel about the war. Nope, they are in the middle of rush hour causing problems. Of course what happened here is nothing. In San Fransisco protesters there snarled morning rush hour traffic for an hour. In Philadelpha, they blocked the entrances to the federal buildings there. That is my idea of a nice protest as long as it's a sunny day. Have that extra cup of coffee and watch the festivities.
Even the Police chief asked the protesters to ease off. Because the more of these assholes like to get together the more police have to drawn away from real emergencies. So take note, do it the right way and try not to piss people off.
On the other hand, if I hear another self-indulgant, self-asorbed, never once set foot in a battlefield MOTHERFUCKER say that they are "ashamed to be an American," I will find their address, e-mail, or phone number and tell them to pack thier shit and get the hell out of this country! I can't stand to hear that! Ashamed? Color me astonished! I just can't believe that someone would say that. This is great county and people have died to make sure you can say that. No one would ever think to say that during WW2 much less after Korea. That is just plain old wrong.
"Freedom has a taste, that those who have never fought for it, will never know."
Monday, January 27, 2003
I got this e-mail from my Mom today. I read it and thought had a lot of good things in it, but then again it was kind of silly. Check it out!
I like big cars, big boats, big motorcycles, big houses and big campfires.
I believe the money I make belongs to me and my family, not some governmental stooge with a bad comb-over who wants to give it away to crack addicts for squirting out babies.
Guns do not make you a killer. I think killing makes you a killer. You can kill someone with a baseball bat or a car, but no one is trying to ban you from driving to the ball game.
I believe they are called the Boy Scouts for a reason. That is why there are no girls allowed. Girls belong in the Girl Scouts!
I think that if you feel homosexuality is wrong, it is not a phobia, it is an opinion.
I don't think being a minority makes you a victim of anything except numbers. The only things I can think of that are truly discriminatory are things like the United Negro College Fund, Jet Magazine, Black Entertainment Television, and Miss Black America. Try to have things like the United Caucasian College Fund, Cloud Magazine, White Entertainment Television, or Miss White America and see what happens. Jesse Jackson will be knocking down your door.
I have the right "NOT" to be tolerant of others because they are different, weird, or tick me off.
When 70% of the people who get arrested are black, in cities where 70% of the population is black, that's not racial profiling, it is the law of statistics.
I know what sex is, and there are not varying degrees of it. If I received sex from one of my subordinates in my office, it wouldn't be a private matter or my personal business. I would be "FIRED" immediately!
I believe that if you are selling me a milk shake, a pack of cigarettes, a newspaper or a hotel room, you must do it in English! As a matter of fact, if you want to be an American citizen you should have to speak English! My father and grandfather shouldn't have to die in vain so you can leave the countries you were born in to come over and disrespect ours.
I think the police should have every right to shoot your sorry a** if you threaten them after they tell you to stop. If you can't understand the word "freeze" or “stop" in English, see the above lines.
I feel much safer letting a machine with no political affiliation recount votes when needed. I know what the definition of lying is.
I don't think just because you were not born in this country, you are qualified for any special loan programs, government sponsored bank loans or tax breaks, etc., so you can open a hotel, coffee shop, trinket store, or any other business. We did not go to the aid of certain foreign countries and risk our lives in wars to defend their freedoms so that decades later they could come over here and tell us our constitution is a living document and open to their interpretations.
I don't hate the rich.
I don't pity the poor.
I believe a self-righteous liberal or conservative with a cause is more dangerous than a Hell's Angel with an attitude.
I think Bill Gates has every right to keep every penny he made and continue to make more. If it ticks you off, go and invent the next operating system that's better and put your name on the building. Ask your buddy that invented the internet to help you.
It doesn't take a whole village to raise a child right, but it does take a parent to stand up to the kid and smack their little a**es when necessary and say "NO."
I think tattoos and piercing are fine if you want them, but please don't pretend they are a political statement. And please stay home until that new lip ring heals; I don't want to look at your ugly infected mouth as you serve me fries!
I am sick of "Political Correctness" and of all the suck ups that go along with it. I know a lot of black people, and not a single one of them was born in Africa, so how can they be "African-Americans"? Besides, Africa is a continent. I don't go around saying I am a European-American because my great, great, great, great, great, great grandfather was from Europe. I am proud to be from America and nowhere else.
And if you don't like my point of view, tough.
-Gail Knotts(?)
I like big cars, big boats, big motorcycles, big houses and big campfires.
I believe the money I make belongs to me and my family, not some governmental stooge with a bad comb-over who wants to give it away to crack addicts for squirting out babies.
Guns do not make you a killer. I think killing makes you a killer. You can kill someone with a baseball bat or a car, but no one is trying to ban you from driving to the ball game.
I believe they are called the Boy Scouts for a reason. That is why there are no girls allowed. Girls belong in the Girl Scouts!
I think that if you feel homosexuality is wrong, it is not a phobia, it is an opinion.
I don't think being a minority makes you a victim of anything except numbers. The only things I can think of that are truly discriminatory are things like the United Negro College Fund, Jet Magazine, Black Entertainment Television, and Miss Black America. Try to have things like the United Caucasian College Fund, Cloud Magazine, White Entertainment Television, or Miss White America and see what happens. Jesse Jackson will be knocking down your door.
I have the right "NOT" to be tolerant of others because they are different, weird, or tick me off.
When 70% of the people who get arrested are black, in cities where 70% of the population is black, that's not racial profiling, it is the law of statistics.
I know what sex is, and there are not varying degrees of it. If I received sex from one of my subordinates in my office, it wouldn't be a private matter or my personal business. I would be "FIRED" immediately!
I believe that if you are selling me a milk shake, a pack of cigarettes, a newspaper or a hotel room, you must do it in English! As a matter of fact, if you want to be an American citizen you should have to speak English! My father and grandfather shouldn't have to die in vain so you can leave the countries you were born in to come over and disrespect ours.
I think the police should have every right to shoot your sorry a** if you threaten them after they tell you to stop. If you can't understand the word "freeze" or “stop" in English, see the above lines.
I feel much safer letting a machine with no political affiliation recount votes when needed. I know what the definition of lying is.
I don't think just because you were not born in this country, you are qualified for any special loan programs, government sponsored bank loans or tax breaks, etc., so you can open a hotel, coffee shop, trinket store, or any other business. We did not go to the aid of certain foreign countries and risk our lives in wars to defend their freedoms so that decades later they could come over here and tell us our constitution is a living document and open to their interpretations.
I don't hate the rich.
I don't pity the poor.
I believe a self-righteous liberal or conservative with a cause is more dangerous than a Hell's Angel with an attitude.
I think Bill Gates has every right to keep every penny he made and continue to make more. If it ticks you off, go and invent the next operating system that's better and put your name on the building. Ask your buddy that invented the internet to help you.
It doesn't take a whole village to raise a child right, but it does take a parent to stand up to the kid and smack their little a**es when necessary and say "NO."
I think tattoos and piercing are fine if you want them, but please don't pretend they are a political statement. And please stay home until that new lip ring heals; I don't want to look at your ugly infected mouth as you serve me fries!
I am sick of "Political Correctness" and of all the suck ups that go along with it. I know a lot of black people, and not a single one of them was born in Africa, so how can they be "African-Americans"? Besides, Africa is a continent. I don't go around saying I am a European-American because my great, great, great, great, great, great grandfather was from Europe. I am proud to be from America and nowhere else.
And if you don't like my point of view, tough.
-Gail Knotts(?)
Friday, January 24, 2003
So it happened again today. It started with a quiet phone call this morning. Rumors of a "mandatory meeting" were circulating. That can only mean one thing around here: Layoffs. Can you believe it. We didn't even make it to the 90-day mark. This time it was only one from my immediate area. Why? Because this person made the mistake of taking too much vacation at one time. Whoops! "Hey while you were gone, we learned we could live without you! Clean your desk out!" I'm sure it didn't go that way, but I'm sure that's what it felt like.
I'm hearing a lot of things. More sad & bad then good. The local management is concerned, but the good thing is that for once, they are looking out for us. Yep, it didn't take long for it to degenerate into chaos. The transitioned vs. the new owners. We started at 200 and now we are down to 165 (estimate) in less then one year. How could this happen? It's all about the bottom line, the profit, the moolah, bling-bling baby....
Here's a great story from the front lines. This co-worker I know saw this really great job on Monster.com and he applied for it. They were excited about this job, it was right in line with what they do already. So they apply for it and have a nice phone interview. It went really well for them, and they were excited. Alas, the happiness was short-lived because they got an e-mail from the interviewer at the company... you know how this goes, blah-blah, thanks for interviewing..position has been filled, etc. etc.. Now the great part of this story is that the interviewer sent the same note to ALL the people who applied for the position. Only one problem, rather then put the names in the BCC field, he put them all in the TO field.
Oops.
Imagine this person's suprise when they see 3 other co-workers names in the addressee field. Yeah THREE other people from the very same company that they work for! That is something. Now if this ain't blog material then nothing is. Can you believe it? I couldn't, not even for a minute, but it's true. Now these other 3 people many or may not be the very best of crop, but still that's three people out of local group of 50 or so? Is it a case of the rats deserting the ship while it's sinking or do they see what's coming too? Wow! I wonder if management knows this is how disenchanted the troops are. What would they do if they did know? Is there anything they can do? How bad is morale around here? Obviously worse then I thought, that's for sure.
I consider myself an asset and I'm sure they folks do to. The cuts are coming so should you wait for them or do you get proactive and get the job before they fire you. Now if you're a smart person, you'll go now. Why? Because, if you get out there now, you can get one of the good jobs while they still exist. If you stay then you'll be here with the leftovers. Now by leftovers, I mean the people who can't find a job, the morons, and those people who work cheap and are scared.
I saw a quote on someone's cube: "Work like you don't need the money." Why? Because. You know, because is not a good answer, it ranks right up there with a shoulder-shrug. Isn't is easier to just say you don't know? Yeah..it is. Nothing wrong with not knowing. I'll admit to that. I consider myself an intelligent person (if you think that being loaded with vast amounts of trivial info is intelligence), but I'm not a smart guy. My common sense is lacking quite a bit. So what that happens if you work like you don't need the money? What is the reward? A hearty thank-you and a sound pat on the back? Thanks, but I'd like that bonus, or maybe a raise...yeah... How about this one: "Arbieite sind mach!" It's in German, and it says (loosely) work makes you free....It was on the sign above the entrance to Auschwitz. Yeah...that was a bit offensive, but then again, it's my blog.
Consider this. While I was at my last job, I thought Dilbert was funny. Now it's sad. Why? Because many times it is so true that it hurts. I was told "Give a man a job he loves and he'll never work a day in his life." Ahh...my Dad, there's a smart guy. Sage words to live by, and I really try to, but it get's harder and harder to enjoy my job anymore.
Well, I have to run. I have to go polish up my resume. Yeah...that's right DOCTOR....hmm...they'll never check to see if I got a PhD from a foreign college....
I'm hearing a lot of things. More sad & bad then good. The local management is concerned, but the good thing is that for once, they are looking out for us. Yep, it didn't take long for it to degenerate into chaos. The transitioned vs. the new owners. We started at 200 and now we are down to 165 (estimate) in less then one year. How could this happen? It's all about the bottom line, the profit, the moolah, bling-bling baby....
Here's a great story from the front lines. This co-worker I know saw this really great job on Monster.com and he applied for it. They were excited about this job, it was right in line with what they do already. So they apply for it and have a nice phone interview. It went really well for them, and they were excited. Alas, the happiness was short-lived because they got an e-mail from the interviewer at the company... you know how this goes, blah-blah, thanks for interviewing..position has been filled, etc. etc.. Now the great part of this story is that the interviewer sent the same note to ALL the people who applied for the position. Only one problem, rather then put the names in the BCC field, he put them all in the TO field.
Oops.
Imagine this person's suprise when they see 3 other co-workers names in the addressee field. Yeah THREE other people from the very same company that they work for! That is something. Now if this ain't blog material then nothing is. Can you believe it? I couldn't, not even for a minute, but it's true. Now these other 3 people many or may not be the very best of crop, but still that's three people out of local group of 50 or so? Is it a case of the rats deserting the ship while it's sinking or do they see what's coming too? Wow! I wonder if management knows this is how disenchanted the troops are. What would they do if they did know? Is there anything they can do? How bad is morale around here? Obviously worse then I thought, that's for sure.
I consider myself an asset and I'm sure they folks do to. The cuts are coming so should you wait for them or do you get proactive and get the job before they fire you. Now if you're a smart person, you'll go now. Why? Because, if you get out there now, you can get one of the good jobs while they still exist. If you stay then you'll be here with the leftovers. Now by leftovers, I mean the people who can't find a job, the morons, and those people who work cheap and are scared.
I saw a quote on someone's cube: "Work like you don't need the money." Why? Because. You know, because is not a good answer, it ranks right up there with a shoulder-shrug. Isn't is easier to just say you don't know? Yeah..it is. Nothing wrong with not knowing. I'll admit to that. I consider myself an intelligent person (if you think that being loaded with vast amounts of trivial info is intelligence), but I'm not a smart guy. My common sense is lacking quite a bit. So what that happens if you work like you don't need the money? What is the reward? A hearty thank-you and a sound pat on the back? Thanks, but I'd like that bonus, or maybe a raise...yeah... How about this one: "Arbieite sind mach!" It's in German, and it says (loosely) work makes you free....It was on the sign above the entrance to Auschwitz. Yeah...that was a bit offensive, but then again, it's my blog.
Consider this. While I was at my last job, I thought Dilbert was funny. Now it's sad. Why? Because many times it is so true that it hurts. I was told "Give a man a job he loves and he'll never work a day in his life." Ahh...my Dad, there's a smart guy. Sage words to live by, and I really try to, but it get's harder and harder to enjoy my job anymore.
Well, I have to run. I have to go polish up my resume. Yeah...that's right DOCTOR....hmm...they'll never check to see if I got a PhD from a foreign college....
Monday, January 20, 2003
Okay! I'm back. It looks like I've been gone for awhile while I heal, but as I gain strength, I feel I must turn and do something.
We've passed a point, I've had a life changing experience. Did it make a difference? You know it! I can walk, there's no pain, and I'm losing wieght (slowly). It looks rosey, but it's not. I have a dark spectre hanging over me. It's the thoughts that are setting in my head, just hanging there. Questions with no answers. So here I am again. Alone with my thoughts.
We had layoffs again at work. This was round #2 and it we know that it's not the last. I watched two good friends catch the whack this time. Then I look around and see the incompetant getting to stay. WHAT THE FUCK? Have I lapsed into some surreal dream state? Have I been magically transported to Bizarro world where everything is opposite? No. Same old cube. Same wife, same son. No, it's just some folks get lucky.
Fear, it's an ugly thing to scared. It's even worse to be scared at work. Now, we all wonder who's next? You know it will happen again it's just a matter of time. I don't ant to be fired. I don't want to look for a job. Reality sets in though so I've tweaked up the resume for that "just in case" scenario. It's just a matter of time. Well enough of this. Let's catch a bit of the Daily Bitch!
Alright! It's a new year, time for some new resolutions. Let's see, first of all I resolve to try and be more tolerant of the ignorance that happens around me. I mean come on, you know what I'm saying here, it's not like you haven't seen it first hand. It could be someone on TV, on the street, or even at your job. It's that one person, you know the one I'm talking about, that can barely breath and walk at the same time. Maybe it's a co-worker that you work with every freaking day. When the layoffs come, lots of good people go, but there that person is working away at problem for hours that any 12 year-old could have completed. I will really try hard not to use the words "Fucking Clueless" when describing a person, no matter how much it applies to them. Maybe I'll use new techies terms like "Walking 404" or "cranially insufficient," just so it sounds a little more polite.
I resolve to be nicer. Not that I'm not already a nice person. I just feel that I could be nicer to strangers and the people around me. That is unless it involves letting someone take advantage of me. Yep, try to use me as a doormat, you'll be walking on a nub. I'm tired of people wanting to take advantage of my good nature because I have some psychological guilt thing working. I'm a nice guy, just leave me alone unless you really need that done. The next dork to call me buddy or pal will wish they hadn't. See already I think I'm blowing this resolution.
I resolve to get out and exercise. Now that my hip is all fixed (more on that later), I need to stop being such a fat bastard and join the skinny "in" crowd. Like that is going to happen! I've done the hard part, paying the money or a gym membership, now I need to get in there on a regular basis. Need to lose the blubber before it kills me. See, I have the fat gene or at least that what the scientists believe. It does not give me an excuse to be fat, it just means I have to work harder to keep from ballooning up like a dead cow under the hot sun. I'm going to do it. You can bet me on that one.
I resolve to stop giving such a shit about my job. It has become fully apparent that it does not seem to matter how smart or clever you may be, it won't matter when it comes down to wire. You can drive yourself into the ground doing the best you can. You can get glowing reviews, lots of bonuses and all the "pats on the back" you could ever deserve or wish for. What does it matter when it comes to the bottom line? Nothing. I watched it happen last year and I know that as sure as most CEOs are overpaid cocksuckers, it will happen again. No matter how much the person you work for likes you, if his/her boss says "fire him," you're history. I watch the team I work with get smaller and smaller. You'd think my co-workers would circle the wagons and protect each other. Nope. It's too bad that now all we can do is gossip about who is next and who deserves it more. I don't want to go to bed at night knowing that I caused someone to catch a pinkslip. That is unless they do deserve it because they are a waste of cubicle space. In that case, let me do it, I promise I won't smile, much.
I resolve to improve my morale. That could happen, especially if all the above happen. My morale has been going up and down faster then a $10 hooker at a Shriner's convention. There are really moments when I thought that I was manic depressive or something. Come to find out, I'm the same borderline sociopath I've always been. It's just the events around me that are bringing me down. Why worry? Be happy!
We've passed a point, I've had a life changing experience. Did it make a difference? You know it! I can walk, there's no pain, and I'm losing wieght (slowly). It looks rosey, but it's not. I have a dark spectre hanging over me. It's the thoughts that are setting in my head, just hanging there. Questions with no answers. So here I am again. Alone with my thoughts.
We had layoffs again at work. This was round #2 and it we know that it's not the last. I watched two good friends catch the whack this time. Then I look around and see the incompetant getting to stay. WHAT THE FUCK? Have I lapsed into some surreal dream state? Have I been magically transported to Bizarro world where everything is opposite? No. Same old cube. Same wife, same son. No, it's just some folks get lucky.
Fear, it's an ugly thing to scared. It's even worse to be scared at work. Now, we all wonder who's next? You know it will happen again it's just a matter of time. I don't ant to be fired. I don't want to look for a job. Reality sets in though so I've tweaked up the resume for that "just in case" scenario. It's just a matter of time. Well enough of this. Let's catch a bit of the Daily Bitch!
Alright! It's a new year, time for some new resolutions. Let's see, first of all I resolve to try and be more tolerant of the ignorance that happens around me. I mean come on, you know what I'm saying here, it's not like you haven't seen it first hand. It could be someone on TV, on the street, or even at your job. It's that one person, you know the one I'm talking about, that can barely breath and walk at the same time. Maybe it's a co-worker that you work with every freaking day. When the layoffs come, lots of good people go, but there that person is working away at problem for hours that any 12 year-old could have completed. I will really try hard not to use the words "Fucking Clueless" when describing a person, no matter how much it applies to them. Maybe I'll use new techies terms like "Walking 404" or "cranially insufficient," just so it sounds a little more polite.
I resolve to be nicer. Not that I'm not already a nice person. I just feel that I could be nicer to strangers and the people around me. That is unless it involves letting someone take advantage of me. Yep, try to use me as a doormat, you'll be walking on a nub. I'm tired of people wanting to take advantage of my good nature because I have some psychological guilt thing working. I'm a nice guy, just leave me alone unless you really need that done. The next dork to call me buddy or pal will wish they hadn't. See already I think I'm blowing this resolution.
I resolve to get out and exercise. Now that my hip is all fixed (more on that later), I need to stop being such a fat bastard and join the skinny "in" crowd. Like that is going to happen! I've done the hard part, paying the money or a gym membership, now I need to get in there on a regular basis. Need to lose the blubber before it kills me. See, I have the fat gene or at least that what the scientists believe. It does not give me an excuse to be fat, it just means I have to work harder to keep from ballooning up like a dead cow under the hot sun. I'm going to do it. You can bet me on that one.
I resolve to stop giving such a shit about my job. It has become fully apparent that it does not seem to matter how smart or clever you may be, it won't matter when it comes down to wire. You can drive yourself into the ground doing the best you can. You can get glowing reviews, lots of bonuses and all the "pats on the back" you could ever deserve or wish for. What does it matter when it comes to the bottom line? Nothing. I watched it happen last year and I know that as sure as most CEOs are overpaid cocksuckers, it will happen again. No matter how much the person you work for likes you, if his/her boss says "fire him," you're history. I watch the team I work with get smaller and smaller. You'd think my co-workers would circle the wagons and protect each other. Nope. It's too bad that now all we can do is gossip about who is next and who deserves it more. I don't want to go to bed at night knowing that I caused someone to catch a pinkslip. That is unless they do deserve it because they are a waste of cubicle space. In that case, let me do it, I promise I won't smile, much.
I resolve to improve my morale. That could happen, especially if all the above happen. My morale has been going up and down faster then a $10 hooker at a Shriner's convention. There are really moments when I thought that I was manic depressive or something. Come to find out, I'm the same borderline sociopath I've always been. It's just the events around me that are bringing me down. Why worry? Be happy!
Tuesday, September 03, 2002
Lookie Lookie! It's the madman himself! Live from Recovery!
Alrighty, I found the computer lab. Hmm, this was unexpected, but after a visit from a very jolly activities coordinator who stopped by to drop off a calendar (yeah, they have stuff to do here for the older folks) and check on my interests. So during this conversation, I mentioned where I work and what I did (after an interesting question about his VCR problem - computer tech = vcr tech? in his mind), he told me about this computer lab they have for the residents. Not much of one though, only a Dell P3, a dell P4, and a power Mac (old). Luckily it didn't take me long to get past content advisor and install Netscape which allows me to have free reign over the internet. So I fired up Navigator, got some WBER playing for some background music and decided to do an update.
For those that didn't know, I was in the hospital last week and the surgery went PERFECT! I woke up with my toes pointing in the same direction and legs of equal length!!!! Fan-freaking-tastic!! Now, let me tell you about how much better a Morphine drip will do you once you learn how to use it. Because this sumbitch HURTS the first couple of days until you get used to it, then the pain goes away. Of course, Mr. Mo hanging around was fun too, I went through of those babies! In fact I'm pretty sure Mr. Bob & Ms. Carrie stopped by, but I have not idea what I might have said to them. Just as they where leaving, my "manager who prefers not to be named in the blog" stopped by as they were wheeling me off to my first physical therapy. I was pretty much whacked out of my skull. Mind you, Mr Mo don't get you flying, he just makes you reeeeaaaalllllyyy sleepy. If you stopped by thanks because it does mean alot!
So now I got transferred over to Monroe Community Hospital where I'm doing my recevery. This is like a step above a nursing home. Imagine an all inclusive (low end) hotel with nurses that does physical therapy and that describes it perfect. Needless to say, I bored off my ass! Tre (my wife) has spent a ton of time up here, but now she's going back to work this week it means I'll be finding some shit to do this week before I go nucking futz!
As per my physical health, I'm feeling fine, and pushing my body as hard as a can, spending a equal amount of time in a wheel chair and in bed once I get tired. My mobility is right where it should be and I can put about 50% wieght on it before I get "squinty" and feel like it going to give out. Oh yeah -NO MORE ARTHRITIS PAIN! That point alone is amazing. I'm on NO pain meds (okay except for the 2 vicodin at bed time - but that just relaxes my leg muscles so I can sleep). They have me wearing a full knee brace just to keep me from messing up. You have to remember your 3 rules when you have hip surgery: 1) Don't break the 90 degree barrier (don't go under 90 when bending), 2) don't cross your legs, 3) don't inverse you leg (roll your leg toward the inside). Any of these can cause you POP your posthesis (dislocate) and you have to have it re-done surgically. Doing once makes you even more subsecptible to doing it again. So needless to say, I'm being really paranoid about how I move my leg.
Hopefully I'll be getting my staples out by the end of this week (42 of them suckers). I've got pictures (the doctor does and I'm waiting to get them), but my looks almost like an "L" on leg starting from my old scar and going across onto my ass. I've have yet to see it with my own eyes (even with a mirror) for the simple I think I would hurl.
Well, it's lunchtime so I have to go get my mush, so I'll post more soon!
Art "ScarAss" Crego
Alrighty, I found the computer lab. Hmm, this was unexpected, but after a visit from a very jolly activities coordinator who stopped by to drop off a calendar (yeah, they have stuff to do here for the older folks) and check on my interests. So during this conversation, I mentioned where I work and what I did (after an interesting question about his VCR problem - computer tech = vcr tech? in his mind), he told me about this computer lab they have for the residents. Not much of one though, only a Dell P3, a dell P4, and a power Mac (old). Luckily it didn't take me long to get past content advisor and install Netscape which allows me to have free reign over the internet. So I fired up Navigator, got some WBER playing for some background music and decided to do an update.
For those that didn't know, I was in the hospital last week and the surgery went PERFECT! I woke up with my toes pointing in the same direction and legs of equal length!!!! Fan-freaking-tastic!! Now, let me tell you about how much better a Morphine drip will do you once you learn how to use it. Because this sumbitch HURTS the first couple of days until you get used to it, then the pain goes away. Of course, Mr. Mo hanging around was fun too, I went through of those babies! In fact I'm pretty sure Mr. Bob & Ms. Carrie stopped by, but I have not idea what I might have said to them. Just as they where leaving, my "manager who prefers not to be named in the blog" stopped by as they were wheeling me off to my first physical therapy. I was pretty much whacked out of my skull. Mind you, Mr Mo don't get you flying, he just makes you reeeeaaaalllllyyy sleepy. If you stopped by thanks because it does mean alot!
So now I got transferred over to Monroe Community Hospital where I'm doing my recevery. This is like a step above a nursing home. Imagine an all inclusive (low end) hotel with nurses that does physical therapy and that describes it perfect. Needless to say, I bored off my ass! Tre (my wife) has spent a ton of time up here, but now she's going back to work this week it means I'll be finding some shit to do this week before I go nucking futz!
As per my physical health, I'm feeling fine, and pushing my body as hard as a can, spending a equal amount of time in a wheel chair and in bed once I get tired. My mobility is right where it should be and I can put about 50% wieght on it before I get "squinty" and feel like it going to give out. Oh yeah -NO MORE ARTHRITIS PAIN! That point alone is amazing. I'm on NO pain meds (okay except for the 2 vicodin at bed time - but that just relaxes my leg muscles so I can sleep). They have me wearing a full knee brace just to keep me from messing up. You have to remember your 3 rules when you have hip surgery: 1) Don't break the 90 degree barrier (don't go under 90 when bending), 2) don't cross your legs, 3) don't inverse you leg (roll your leg toward the inside). Any of these can cause you POP your posthesis (dislocate) and you have to have it re-done surgically. Doing once makes you even more subsecptible to doing it again. So needless to say, I'm being really paranoid about how I move my leg.
Hopefully I'll be getting my staples out by the end of this week (42 of them suckers). I've got pictures (the doctor does and I'm waiting to get them), but my looks almost like an "L" on leg starting from my old scar and going across onto my ass. I've have yet to see it with my own eyes (even with a mirror) for the simple I think I would hurl.
Well, it's lunchtime so I have to go get my mush, so I'll post more soon!
Art "ScarAss" Crego
Monday, August 26, 2002
Ok, this is it. Crunch time! It's 5am Monday morning and I'm ready to go to the hospital. This sucks. I'm about 2.5 hours from time for surgery, but I'm leaving here in 1/2 an hour. I think I'm ready to go. After all the time of planning and thinking, it's time for the real deal. I haven't been nervous all weekend, but now as I ready to leave the house, I'm a bubblin' !
I'll be on hiatus for 2 weeks. Maybe I'll have the wifey post an update to let everyone know how it went. Thanks for the thoughts and prayers!
Okay Warden, I'm done. Let's start walking!
CRIPPLED BOY WALKIN'
-Art "I've got a fake hip, what's your excuse?" Crego
I'll be on hiatus for 2 weeks. Maybe I'll have the wifey post an update to let everyone know how it went. Thanks for the thoughts and prayers!
Okay Warden, I'm done. Let's start walking!
CRIPPLED BOY WALKIN'
-Art "I've got a fake hip, what's your excuse?" Crego
Sunday, August 18, 2002
August ,18 2002 - Vol. 5 - Issue 3
So, I'm back from vacation and I'm exactly feeling in a bitchy mood, so this will be more of a combination of a bitch and a "can you believe it" kind of page. So sit back, and hopefully I'll make you giggle a bit, scratch your head and then make you go shower. Just kidding about the shower bit....
Our vacation this year started to be Maine, but it was too expensive to we decided to go to Canada instead. It was my son's first time going outside the United States, so he was excited about it more then we were. Anyway, we planned to go to Niagara Falls and Toronto. It was also about the same time as the World Youth Day (with the Pope) would be in Toronto, but he was leaving before we got there. We figured it would all blow over before we got to Toronto. Riiiigggghhht.
Needless to say, all of these "youth" that were in Toronto must have decided that since they were just down the road from the Falls that they should visit. Boy did they! Tons of tour buses and happy catholic kids. How do I know they were from this conference? Apparently everyone was given a backpack when they registered. That back pack was on every other person we bumped into. At least they were friendly even if they did have a tendency to shove.
So after hanging out at the falls for 2 1/2 days we went to Toronto. Holy cow! You guessed it, the youths that didn't go to the falls stayed in Toronto! Wait, that's not the best part. See before we left for Toronto, I decided to get instructions on how to find the Radisson hotel in East Toronto. Of course we go to the Fallsview Radisson to get directions. So we follow the directions, but for some reason can't seem to find our hotel. We can only find the Crowne Plaza which is right were the Radisson should be. Well after asking nearby folks about the Radisson, a guy at a gas station says that he thinks that Crowne and Radisson merged. Hmm, okay, let's go to the Crowne Plaza. So I go in there and the nice dude at the desk explains that this USED to be the Radisson. 4 years ago, but they moved (here look on this map) see, this is where it is. Cool, now we head to the right hotel, the whole time griping about how the Radisson would give us bad directions. Upon arriving at the hotel, I wander in and I'm told that they can't check us in because the computer is down. Okay, (deep breath) now I have had enough of the traffic and run-around that I need to relax in a hotel room, so I lay into this lady with "You can't check me in? I've been driving 2 1/2 hours of which an hour of that is because of wrong direction that the other Radisson gave me, so you tell me, how long more would you like me to drive around before I can go relax in my room?" She looks at me for a minute goes into the back office and then after 30 seconds comes back out and tells me we can do it manually. Wow, and I didn't even have to raise my voice. Little did I know, that the fun was not over.
See our package came with tickets to visit Ontario Science Center so the next morning we are there when they open at 10AM only to be told that the tickets were for 2 children. Shit! Back in the car and back to the hotel. I show the tickets to the desk clerk who apologizes and gives us the correct tickets. Back to the OSC we get back into the place and now apparently the tickets are good for 10% off adult fares. ARRRGGHH!!! Back to the Hotel and according to them, these are the right tickets. Fine. So we get OSC on the phone and they explained that I should go to the membership desk. Okay will do. So after 3 round trips and 2 hours we are finally in. I do have to give credit to the folks at the OSC. After we explained what had happened, they let John in for free. After that the rest of the trip was pretty non-eventful.
I know this really wasn't a bitch, but it was a funny story. Next time!
Wednesday, August 14, 2002
Wow! Long time, No blog!
I went of vacation and had a minor Daily Bitch adventure. Quick! Go read it and tell me how much it sucks!
Hey! I'm going to have hip surgery! What? Yeah, check this page out! It's a good overview.
http://orthoinfo.aaos.org/booklet/thr_report.cfm?thread_id=2&topcategory=hip
I'm outer here!
I went of vacation and had a minor Daily Bitch adventure. Quick! Go read it and tell me how much it sucks!
Hey! I'm going to have hip surgery! What? Yeah, check this page out! It's a good overview.
http://orthoinfo.aaos.org/booklet/thr_report.cfm?thread_id=2&topcategory=hip
I'm outer here!
Wednesday, July 24, 2002
Monday, July 22, 2002
Ok, first of all, I know that I've set my goals a little high, maybe I should just put out new issues whenever I freaking feel like it. That appears to be a little more my speed. So anyway, onto what's bugging me because that's why you're here.
Sometimes I have to admit that when I want to vent, I don't want to contain it right here. I want to explode at the moment that I find myself deciding that this event would be a great "Bitch." Like today, my manager said something about being "politically correct," and of course I started to pop off, but then I though, hmm, maybe I'll put it up here. Believe me, my brain immediately started boiling on this one.
First of all, it shouldn't be POLITICALLY correct, it should be POLITELY correct. I think the basis behind that whole thing was at one point, political. I mean, our fine elected officials can't seem to refer to an Indian anymore, now they are Native Americans (damn skippy too! Don't even get me started on how we fucked them over!) or that brown guy isn't a black guy anymore, he's an African-American. Wait right there. Maybe if his Dad had come over from Zimbabwe, then he could be that, but I figure that guys is about as much African as I am Scottish. Only in ancestry does it figure in. Now Afro -American sounds a little better, even cooler, but still, we have to have a sort of label for some reason. It's a political thing because the politicians don't want to offend anyone. When it comes down to me and you, what do we care? As long as we aren't demeaning anyone or harassing them then is it wrong?
Just as an example, I was watching this lady walk by, and to put plainly, she was BIG! I mean she was pushing 350 easily, and I popped of to my buddy next to me "Wow, that's a big one!" Of course, he smiled painfully at me and the person walking ahead of me (not the fat chick - some other person - who was much thinner then me, like it matters) looked over her shoulder and gave me a disapproving look. I wanted to say something, instead I gave her a big grin. See, to me, I'm a fat guy, I'll admit it. Oh yeah, I'm also a CRIPPLE!! Now in my little brain that gives me carte blanche to say something to that blimp with tits, or the the guy with a nub where his hand should be, but is it right? That's where the debate hides. That is the point where you should be POLITELY correct. Being polite is that part of you that falls in the realm of Values & Morals. Should you make the whale joke? Should you tell the nub guy he couldn't find his ass with both hands? No. You know it's not right, it's mean, it's cruel, and won't be stood for, because that is what makes bullies. I was never a bully and I won't start being one now. Will I say something if you say something wrong to me? Oh yeah, you'll think I have Tourette's syndrome if you get me fired up. Then again, that's just me and we all know that I am truly blessed with skull full of bad wiring.
Like I said to my boss, POLITICALLY correct is being in the right party at the time everything in the country is going good. Then you can blame it on the other guys.
I’m done for today. If you can, Consider yourself "Bitched at."
Come back soon for another exciting session of "The Daily Bitch." I'm going to be trying for a new post on Mondays and Thursdays. See you then.
Sometimes I have to admit that when I want to vent, I don't want to contain it right here. I want to explode at the moment that I find myself deciding that this event would be a great "Bitch." Like today, my manager said something about being "politically correct," and of course I started to pop off, but then I though, hmm, maybe I'll put it up here. Believe me, my brain immediately started boiling on this one.
First of all, it shouldn't be POLITICALLY correct, it should be POLITELY correct. I think the basis behind that whole thing was at one point, political. I mean, our fine elected officials can't seem to refer to an Indian anymore, now they are Native Americans (damn skippy too! Don't even get me started on how we fucked them over!) or that brown guy isn't a black guy anymore, he's an African-American. Wait right there. Maybe if his Dad had come over from Zimbabwe, then he could be that, but I figure that guys is about as much African as I am Scottish. Only in ancestry does it figure in. Now Afro -American sounds a little better, even cooler, but still, we have to have a sort of label for some reason. It's a political thing because the politicians don't want to offend anyone. When it comes down to me and you, what do we care? As long as we aren't demeaning anyone or harassing them then is it wrong?
Just as an example, I was watching this lady walk by, and to put plainly, she was BIG! I mean she was pushing 350 easily, and I popped of to my buddy next to me "Wow, that's a big one!" Of course, he smiled painfully at me and the person walking ahead of me (not the fat chick - some other person - who was much thinner then me, like it matters) looked over her shoulder and gave me a disapproving look. I wanted to say something, instead I gave her a big grin. See, to me, I'm a fat guy, I'll admit it. Oh yeah, I'm also a CRIPPLE!! Now in my little brain that gives me carte blanche to say something to that blimp with tits, or the the guy with a nub where his hand should be, but is it right? That's where the debate hides. That is the point where you should be POLITELY correct. Being polite is that part of you that falls in the realm of Values & Morals. Should you make the whale joke? Should you tell the nub guy he couldn't find his ass with both hands? No. You know it's not right, it's mean, it's cruel, and won't be stood for, because that is what makes bullies. I was never a bully and I won't start being one now. Will I say something if you say something wrong to me? Oh yeah, you'll think I have Tourette's syndrome if you get me fired up. Then again, that's just me and we all know that I am truly blessed with skull full of bad wiring.
Like I said to my boss, POLITICALLY correct is being in the right party at the time everything in the country is going good. Then you can blame it on the other guys.
I’m done for today. If you can, Consider yourself "Bitched at."
Come back soon for another exciting session of "The Daily Bitch." I'm going to be trying for a new post on Mondays and Thursdays. See you then.
Thursday, July 18, 2002
July ,18 2002 - Vol. 5 - Issue 3
Ok, first of all, I know that I've set my goals a little high, maybe I should just put out new issues whenever I freaking feel like it. That appears to be a little more my speed. So anyway, onto what's bugging me because that's why you're here.
Sometimes I have to admit that when I want to vent, I don't want to contain it right here. I want to explode at the moment that I find myself deciding that this event would be a great "Bitch." Like today, my manager said something about being "politically correct," and of course I started to pop off, but then I though, hmm, maybe I'll put it up here. Believe me, my brain immediately started boiling on this one.
First of all, it shouldn't be POLITICALLY correct, it should be POLITELY correct. I think the basis behind that whole thing was at one point, political. I mean, our fine elected officials can't seem to refer to an Indian anymore, now they are Native Americans (damn skippy too! Don't even get me started on how we fucked them over!) or that brown guy isn't a black guy anymore, he's an African-American. Wait right there. Maybe if his Dad had come over from Zimbabwe, then he could be that, but I figure that guys is about as much African as I am Scottish. Only in ancestry does it figure in. Now Afro -American sounds a little better, even cooler, but still, we have to have a sort of label for some reason. It's a political thing because the politicians don't want to offend anyone. When it comes down to me and you, what do we care? As long as we aren't demeaning anyone or harassing them then is it wrong?
Just as an example, I was watching this lady walk by, and to put plainly, she was BIG! I mean she was pushing 350 easily, and I popped of to my buddy next to me "Wow, that's a big one!" Of course, he smiled painfully at me and the person walking ahead of me (not the fat chick - some other person - who was much thinner then me, like it matters) looked over her shoulder and gave me a disapproving look. I wanted to say something, instead I gave her a big grin. See, to me, I'm a fat guy, I'll admit it. Oh yeah, I'm also a CRIPPLE!! Now in my little brain that gives me carte blanche to say something to that blimp with tits, or the the guy with a nub where his hand should be, but is it right? That's where the debate hides. That is the point where you should be POLITELY correct. Being polite is that part of you that falls in the realm of Values & Morals. Should you make the whale joke? Should you tell the nub guy he couldn't find his ass with both hands? No. You know it's not right, it's mean, it's cruel, and won't be stood for, because that is what makes bullies. I was never a bully and I won't start being one now. Will I say something if you say something wrong to me? Oh yeah, you'll think I have Tourette's syndrome if you get me fired up. Then again, that's just me and we all know that I am truly blessed with skull full of bad wiring.
Like I said to my boss, POLITICALLY correct is being in the right party at the time everything in the country is going good. Then you can blame it on the other guys.
I’m done for today. If you can, Consider yourself "Bitched at."
Thursday, June 27, 2002
Some people you just can't understand. Other people you don't want to understand. Unless, of course, you could give two shits about them.
I'm tired of being a hard working while other people slack off. I've learned something today. As long as I don't blow my target times, then I pretty much come and go as I freaking please.
Not exactly the objective of my meeting today, but assumptions are made.
Curse me and my work ethic. Hopefully it will continue to pay off.
-I'm going home!
I'm tired of being a hard working while other people slack off. I've learned something today. As long as I don't blow my target times, then I pretty much come and go as I freaking please.
Not exactly the objective of my meeting today, but assumptions are made.
Curse me and my work ethic. Hopefully it will continue to pay off.
-I'm going home!
Tuesday, June 25, 2002
This is an Editorial written by an American citizen, published in Tampa
Newspaper. He did quite a job.
IMMIGRANTS, NOT AMERICANS, MUST ADAPT.
I am tired of this nation worrying about whether we are offending
some individual or their culture. Since the terrorist attacks on Sept. 11,
we have experienced a surge in patriotism by the majority of Americans.
However, the dust from the attacks had barely settled when the
politically correct" crowd began complaining about the possibility that our
patriotism was offending others.
I am not against immigration, nor do I hold a grudge against anyone
who is seeking a better life by coming to America. Our population is
almost entirely comprised of descendants of immigrants. However, there are a few
things that those who have recently come to our country, and apparently
some born here, need to understand.
This idea of America being a multicultural community has served only
to dilute our sovereignty and our national identity. As Americans, we have
our own culture, our own society, our own language and our own lifestyle.
This culture has been developed over centuries of struggles, trials, and
victories by millions of men and women who have sought freedom.
We speak ENGLISH, not Spanish, Arabic, Chinese, Japanese, Russian,
or any other language. Therefore, if you wish to become part of our
society, learn the language! "In God We Trust" is our national motto. This is not
some Christian right wing, political slogan. We adopted this motto because
men and women, on principles, founded this nation, and this is clearly
documented. It is certainly appropriate to display it on the walls of our
schools.
If God offends you, then I suggest you consider another part of the
world as your new home, because God is part of our culture. If Stars and
Stripes offend you, or you don't like Uncle Sam, then you should seriously
consider a move to another part of this planet. We are happy with our
culture and have no desire to change, and we really don't care how you did
things where you came from. This is OUR COUNTRY our land, and our
lifestyle.
Our First Amendment gives every citizen the right to express his
opinion and we will allow you every opportunity to do so. But, once you are
done complaining, whining, and griping about our flag, our pledge, our
national motto, or our way of life, we highly encourage you to take
advantage of one other great American freedoms,
THE RIGHT TO LEAVE.
Newspaper. He did quite a job.
IMMIGRANTS, NOT AMERICANS, MUST ADAPT.
I am tired of this nation worrying about whether we are offending
some individual or their culture. Since the terrorist attacks on Sept. 11,
we have experienced a surge in patriotism by the majority of Americans.
However, the dust from the attacks had barely settled when the
politically correct" crowd began complaining about the possibility that our
patriotism was offending others.
I am not against immigration, nor do I hold a grudge against anyone
who is seeking a better life by coming to America. Our population is
almost entirely comprised of descendants of immigrants. However, there are a few
things that those who have recently come to our country, and apparently
some born here, need to understand.
This idea of America being a multicultural community has served only
to dilute our sovereignty and our national identity. As Americans, we have
our own culture, our own society, our own language and our own lifestyle.
This culture has been developed over centuries of struggles, trials, and
victories by millions of men and women who have sought freedom.
We speak ENGLISH, not Spanish, Arabic, Chinese, Japanese, Russian,
or any other language. Therefore, if you wish to become part of our
society, learn the language! "In God We Trust" is our national motto. This is not
some Christian right wing, political slogan. We adopted this motto because
men and women, on principles, founded this nation, and this is clearly
documented. It is certainly appropriate to display it on the walls of our
schools.
If God offends you, then I suggest you consider another part of the
world as your new home, because God is part of our culture. If Stars and
Stripes offend you, or you don't like Uncle Sam, then you should seriously
consider a move to another part of this planet. We are happy with our
culture and have no desire to change, and we really don't care how you did
things where you came from. This is OUR COUNTRY our land, and our
lifestyle.
Our First Amendment gives every citizen the right to express his
opinion and we will allow you every opportunity to do so. But, once you are
done complaining, whining, and griping about our flag, our pledge, our
national motto, or our way of life, we highly encourage you to take
advantage of one other great American freedoms,
THE RIGHT TO LEAVE.
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