Gradually degenerating into ignorance and complacency.

Saturday, June 30, 2007

Blue and the Gray

FW is holding petitions to vote for and against the FWCS plan. Namely, should taxpayers put in one half billion dollars to fix schools. Many people say, 'skip all that, I'm paying too much now'. Who could argue with that. The yellow=yes, blue=no lobbyists hope to sway people.

The subject, pay higher taxes for FWCS

con: higher taxes and the newest annexed area gets hit hardest with hikes of up to 40 plus percent by some analysts. So then the money doesn't go to that district's school system, but rather the city's wickedly poorly maintained system; "Ragtag fugitive"+, crumbly bumbly buildings and reverse-Jenga top-heavy administration FWCS. Good Joss!++ So, the buildings are fixed but there is no change in student to teacher (or more over adult) ratio ... plainly skip, please. This is coupled with the Harrison Square project on which taxpayers were not allowed to vote.+++ Pay more, get nothing tangible and in ten years the bill comes back --- "fix me"!

pro: the buildings are scrap, needing "so much more than dusting"++++, and quite frankly if the bill isn't paid now ... in five years it doubles and the taxpayers won't get a "choice" as it were whether or not to pay it. Really, the political waste is quite high fighting for and against this fixing of FWCS. The newly, nearly-unlawfully acquired SW quarter is paying a fartload of money. Granted that area is better off, but they got the short end of the progressive tax shunt there. Put your back to the wall SW, for if you turn your back, FW will stab you again. NE FW and SW will pay far more than their share to fix FWCS. The situation is this ... 25 years ago, they needed help, but the elected school board were yes-persons to the flake in charge. This has therefore been the case for decades. One buttmunch bought buildings to house cronies. When you have a fool spending money on cronies not children, you are left with hell. FW has just that ... hell, from betting on the 100:1 shot each and every time. FWCS needs help and this cruddy bill of 0.5 billion dollars will inoculate the system for, about 7 years.

It's nearly like the "North agin the South" +^5

+ Battlestar Galactica
++ Taipan computer game
+++ dubious gain, economically for FW, based on questionable numbers on a minor minor league team
++++ Beauty & the Beast, Disney
+++++ Beverly Hillbillies

Schedule

Due to change at a flick of a switch ...

T: OFF
W: 2:00 - 10:00
R: 8:30 am - 8:00 pm
F: 5:00 - 11:00
S: 5:00 - 11:00
N: 5- Close
M: 5- Close

Throw him to Sarlacc

Where he can be digested over a period of a thousand years. He's a molester, his son's a molester and they molested the same child. Huh...
verdict: guilty
sentence should have been: immediate death

Instead, with a plea agreement, the guy gets a lighter sentence and is eligible for parole.

American justice needs a good swift kick in the pants!

ignorant observer

Things that I saw that I didn't get ...

The first thing was simply funny. I was traveling to work and saw a blue car parked in the driveway. In the driver's seat was a "top prize" from a carnival, Wile E. Coyote. That's right, Wile E. was the driver, which says something about the owner of the car. Darn it! That's great and I missed it!

I saw two squad cars had pulled over a car. The traffic was slow due to construction, so I got a longer look. The one officer put two car seats in the trunk of his cruiser, while the other officer had a woman, infant in her arms, and two kids enter the back of his cruiser. The man with the family, of seemingly comparable ethnicity, was allowed to return to his vehicle and allowed to drive away -- sans family. I suppose I could write an elaborate story about it, but it really seemed odd, not knowing any of the facts.

I was at a corner waiting to turn, in the town where I work, and saw sign-carrying persons. There were about eight of them at the four corners of the street. I thought, "car wash", but no. The signs were "turn to God", which is a nice message, but then other signs were more sinister. "If you marry a divorced woman, you are committing adultery" is a sign I got a chance to read. Sadly I am supporting free speech for this crap?

I objected for the following reasons: I disagree with the concept; at least two children were among those carrying signs; the sign holders were next to the library where the public would be; the phrase, "divorced woman" is a sexist way of making a point, whereas divorce' covers both sexes. If only I had stopped for some eggs on the way to work ... The thing that came to mind was Blues Brothers, "Those bums won their day in court. Who? The [blanking] Nazi party. I hate Illinois Nazis."

Friday, June 29, 2007

Records shattered?

At work yesterday was one of the ugliest and darkest days I've had. It was rough, tough, and unacceptable. I have a self-policy of acknowledging my fellows with token gift for "brothers in arms" during heavy periods when we get slaughtered. The prinicple reason last night was busy night with a person who was a no-show. The strange thing about it is that work doesn't terminate the person. Work has been none-to-worried about canning people before for such a transgression, especially on the frequency that this person has done it.

I wonder if there's a story there I should know ... favoristism, methinks.

I ran, and ran, and ran ... broke stuff, and was quite sore by night's end. I reluctantly completed a time-wasting assignment that helped solve an error. It is a twice-daily job, but here saved an eggresious error from miscounting. I had other things I needed and wanted to do, but I finished it and found an error, observed by the other "m". We concured on the new number and I buggered out of there.

I suspect that tonight will be modestly better with a slight chance of less spanking and more possibilities. I informed the cheify that training others to do other jobs would have been wise, but he didn't act on it. I think we caught it on the butt or face for his lack of effort on this action. He, of course, is out this week.

I have graded this week to be a 65 percent. This means it's an "F", but it shows some competency. Perhaps extra credit would help. Writing of which, I wonder if I can talk personnel into OT for me, namely to put things into "real shape" so that work isn't perpetually doing catch-up. They're pretty lame-brained, so I don't have high hopes.
----
While lower-wage service industry jobs have high turn-over rates, I think if work would get off its duff and work, morale would not quite be in the toilet on some days/nights. Last night was a flushable morale night. Beaten at work, lackluster compensation, followed by an unsweaty browed "m" saying, "attagirl; attaboy". If I mix this with, oh, and do the work of the no-show person too, you get people sick of work. Can you blame them; I cannot. I think the management needs to go back to school on that one. You missed Morale Boosting 101.

"He suffers from delusions"

Well, so did Pat Buchanan about winning the nomination for Republican, yet he wasn't executed. This jackhole killed family in front of family and people should be concerned whether he's insane? So, he's insane and he's not getting sane. He killed because he's insane. We're in agreement so far? If he's executed, can he kill anyone else? No.

Well, I'd say kill the guy and be done with it.

We'll get back to you on that

While the detainees petition, the Supreme Court is out of session until Fall, with the closing note of, 'We'll look into it, but right now I think a DQ blizzard has my name on it."

This Fall, new on Fox is Cavemen and the Detainees, a hilarious comedy about Geico cavemen and well-fed, detainees communicating with each other with clicks, hand signals and the shared desireto evolve.

Thursday, June 28, 2007

Hellovawickedday

That's right ... and that's all I had time to say as I was running like a chicken sans head. I think I was actually panting as I ran back and forth. What a piece o' crud line of circumstances.

I had a mess of crud yesterday and today, it doubled. I bought thank you cards for the servers and got each of the two ladies yesterday a bar of chocolate.

Tomorrow I will do the same, as the ladies tonight busted butt and more butt and more... crazy, nuts, crappy, but they did it and they aren't always well paid for it.

Thanks ladies!

What have you done for me lately?

I am continuing with job hunting and profolio building. Last night I copied, on my own time -- grumble, what I requested be sent to me. I reformated it from all upper case to sentence case, correcting, "rite" and "nite" to the correct English words. The next favor they ask me, I think I'll offer, "Bight Me"!

iWait

So ... those of you in line for days waiting for the iPhone, how many of you have real jobs? Oh, nobody ... how shocking! I would suspect that anyone with a real job couldn't camp out at a store for days waiting for the iPhone. I wonder if they gave out free T-shirts with,"
iStink for iWaited for iPhone -- iStupid"

bad, bold move

Someone at work impulsively turned in two weeks notice. I also put together a proposal for that person regarding pay and vacation. That person still wants me to tweak it with changes and still plans on submitting it. Okay ... uh, the point of the proposal was essentially an ultimatum ... now that you turned in your notice, you're done. One woman, at hearing news that this person actually turned in notice to quit was almost overjoyed--doing a little dance as it were.

Perhaps I should ask these people if they plan on shooting themselves in the foot before I begin.

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

We have that now

Oh ... I get it now. I was thinking they meant, fatherless children which we have now.

I prefer etha-holic

I think I like it better because, while alcoholism is regarded as a disease, more often people have ethaholism, which is a cop-out. I would like to enter a treatment program to avoid incarceration. I'm entering treatment (to avoid losing my job). I can shorten my sentence with a treatment program. Thank goodness Jack Daniels mixes well with the free coffee offered at 11:00 at night in the bottom of a dimly-lit building.

I can have the taxpayers pay for my treatment and the cancer I get from smoking cigarettes like others breathe oxygen. I'll sue the tobacco industry for my addiction and its side effect of chronic fatigue syndrome that made me lose my job of six days.

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

nothing in my email, likely nothing up my sleeve

I requested material from work ... I got nothing in email. I expect there to be a big pile of nothing waiting for me at work as well. Gee ... shocking ... I do lots for work, ask for something simple and get nadda.

And the GM asks me why I am "possibily at odds" with other "m"s.

She wasn't wearing her cape at the time


Clearly, though, she is flying

and to this ... I say

Shit!

I hope shit ends and that the wind is sweeter than I smell.

Tood, Michelle ... blessings and luck to you and I pray and hope that things turn out what should be.

Damn, damn, damn!

Separation is ugly and hope that it turns to be that and only that. Divorce is ugly to the the bone!

w-grrr--ork

I have had my fill of career middle management persons. Hello! We're the do-nothings, how can we annoy you?

Monday, June 25, 2007

I wasn't on drugs and it wasn't as entertaining

I re-watched Yellow Submarine, Beatles movie. I think the catchphrase for the movie should have been -- "be sure to pop acid and do some opiates about 30 minutes prior to viewing". Far from the illustruous wonder of the 60s, you're left with poor segue mish-mash of songs.

I saw it when I was a kid, and as I've never done drugs, I suppose I missed out then as well. As an adult now, I can see clearly where the acid would have been a great augmentation to the movie. Those partaking would render, "Ohs, ahs, and whoas" like fireworks audience and surfers.

Sunday, June 24, 2007

funny thing about sleep

When you want it, it is hidden, though when you least want it or expect it ... puff -- there it is.

Saturday, June 23, 2007

wing-dang doodle

I put together something, but it is guaranteed, just a work portfolio thing. It would be like the introduction of tabs to a browser (FireFox) for someone who doesn't use the internet.

"I just type and play Solitaire"

So, this hunky-dory razzamatazz thingymajig will mean as much as super-string theory to a goldfish ... spank me!

tiny thing with string

I saw two kids walking a tiny, palm-sized kitten the other day. I thought where they were walking was dangerous--due to distance from adults and traffic volume of area, but I wasn't going to stop and make myself a target of speculation, rather than my attempt at intervention.

I guess if you get kittens used to leashes, maybe, just maybe, they'll handle them as adult cats. I would not, however place a bet on it.

I did something else for work today, I hope that I can cash it in for political collateral or gain. I surmise that it's "nice guy" thing that amounts to bup -








kis. (a whole lot of nothing in between)

Struggling with work there are those who seek to vamoose. I bid them well and good luck, for many of them are the dead horse. Despite the amount of whipping --- the horse does not move on its own volition. They are overworked, which leads to feelings of being underpaid. I can certainly see how that comes about. Now ... I don't know salaries and don't want to know.

I said that I would put together a proposal, which is really a rebuttle to a conversation I didn't hear. Suffice to write, I will contend that this person has a right to an expanded cap on salary, regardless of the certain "no", and understandable concern from the management on the salary cap.

Work, in general, isn't hip on raises. They are "the Diet Coke of" raises. +

I will not sign it, but rather allow that person to consider it as potential for negotiating purposes.

I hold in my hand a Marty McFly Polaroid++ of a gravestone with my conscious on it. I pray that it hasn't really died.

+ from Austin Powers, 'just one penny, not enough'
++ allusion to Back To the Future (trilogy), where he twice had a photo that held the 'potential future', one was of of siblings and the other of Doc's headstone.

Schedule

M (June 25th):  5:00 - close
T (June 26th):  off
W (June 27th):  2:00 - 9:00
R (June 28th):  4:00 - 10:00
F (June 29th):  5:00 - 11:00
S (June 30th):  12:00 - 8:00
N (June 31st):  11:00 - 8:00
M (July 1st):  5:00 - close

Am I positive?

A girl at work, so cute, "Hey! You haven't said anything to me today!" She's so silly. That, ladies and gentlemen, was my highlight at work yesterday.

Missing Lake mystery solved

Here, there's a story about a lake in Chile that is missing. Some speculate the global warming to is blame, but after investigators probed Jane Fonda, they found out she thought it was, "pretty" and simply bought it from the locals.

"I know, I know. $50 million dollars for a lake? It seems absurd, but for me -- it was great I didn't have to negotiate with them for a lower price."

Chilie has reluctantly admitted that Fonda did approach them for the lake, but have provided no information regarding its sale. Ted Turner off-handily thought that the mountain range would really positively affect the Feung Shui of the ranch. He was seen humming while he jotted done what some people thought was a doodle or a dollar figure.

Friday, June 22, 2007

My suggestion on a new look

MR doesn't bother with google news.

friends over ... it got violent

I had over Blaque and they were just talking, but then Jules came over and got really mad at them.

Then it was "what".
Jules piped in, "Say what again!"
"What?"
"Dare ya! I double dare ya!"

Then Jules shot Blaque. It was a real shame.

Delightful kid

There's a girl at work who has intellectual limitations. That not being a hinderance to her being a great kid. She was teasing me last night, tapping me in the head then blaming others. I think she might have peaked out on her vocational level, but she's great!

No, I'm not disclosing her name.

"Don't tell him your name Marvin!" +

+ Lethal Weapon

I have a moment so ...

Happy belated birthday to all those I missed!

Happy Birthday Lori!

It's what's for dinner


MR sent a pic to my phone. This wonderful delight is from a vending machine at work, he informed me. Gee, all that and he didn't offer any of this delectable pizza. MR reminded me of school pizza. Yep, that's about right.

Ruddy poor excuse for a so-called pizza. Too bad there isn't a make-your-own station there, with pre-made crust -- you just top and cook it.

Always after my lucky charms

I was asked again last night if I was Irish. There was a party of four, all of whom claimed guess on my actually nationality. Sadly, they were all wrong. One woman looked Korean, guessed me at Irish, with Spanish language characteristics. The other woman of the four guessed me for English-Irish, and the two gentlemen didn't venture to guess, but noted my strange language.

I guess I have no official language.

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Zorba the fest

Greekfest this week in FW, with more food items to select and more of a vendor fare than Germanfest. You can buy CDs, trinkets, gifts, bottled water and more. There aren't drinking or stein contests, but there is more of a call to dance. One-time neighbors were Greek, their children being the first English-speakers before the parents. The man spoke English just fine the last time I talked with him.

I'm quite sure, especially since Greeks are outnumbered by Germans, that they like most of the Greeks here, participate or prep food for this event. They get only a week off before they do it again at the 3RF.

3RF ... I wonder if they are ranking people over the coals again with carnival ride prices from Hades. That was the case last year and the year before. I don't see them suddenly changing. The city charges the vendors and ride coordinators a hefty chunk of change and percentages. With the FWCS quagmyre and the Harrison Square poop project, I'm sure prices will be higher.

trip2fame

I'm not blogging about the turkey toxins that make you sleep like an old dog, but rather in working with people and making a positive effect on them. Sometimes, when I'm up front around non-associates, I can predict people's needs -- as they are there continuously. What disconcerns me is that I either have clones or I have a mannequin face that allows others to see some resemblence to someone they should know.

It's on the tip of their tongue ... they strive for it ... look at me and think, I should know that guy. More often than not, they say nothing and go on, but still -- the momentary stare. The other thing, when I'm tired, my more-perfected English lapses into what people believe is Irish. My freckles likely add to -- he's gotta be Irish. I don't sound like I'm from Indiana. When I speak I have intentionally clear wording, so -- I sound different.

I think I got that from wanting kids to speak English, not Urbanese.

Nope ... never been there, sorry to write (or say).

Afghanistan to host Olympics is 2018?

No, but I don't think Russia, as it is right now, should host the Olympics in 2014.

See the "agony of defeat" ... say, that's a catchy phrase if we can apply it to the Al Quada and to the total disbanding of the Taliban.

Pepsi steals idea

I had Jones soda -- puke fest, now Pepsi is trying to run with the pack. Bertie Bott's every flavor toffee bean comes to mind.

work

Hey! These numbers don't match!

.... "Well, get them to blink in sequence!" .... +

Yeah, sometimes they don't. You have to take these numbers .... (2 on a sheet of a daily report), add them, then subtract from this number here on the computer. Now, make sure to correctly put positive or negative on it. Okay, that's it!

Thankfully one "m" taught me this and it came in handy on Monday and last night. I, personally, want to know why there is the error and would prefer to fix it, rather than bypass it all the time. Generally speaking, this doesn't happen, but twice in one week --- there's something peculiar. I have my suspicion and I'll see if I'm right.

Anyway, yet another page in the manual on how to work there, by ... me.

+ Airplane 2

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

scars upon thars

I'm looking at my hands --- and they are working man's hands. I bear the cuts, scrapes, and burns of my job. What joy -- more cuts ahead, where any acid neatly reminds me of sores that only appeared to be better healed. My fellow co-workers bear scars from longer work there ... pigment error (mark of a burn) here, faint mark of a once-deep cut there.

Now, you're cautious, but there are ways to injure yourself. I have been jolted by machines (electrical), burnt minorly through accident and incident, cut, and have had chemicals splashed into my eyes. I also got the wonder of vaporized toxins into my lungs -- and I thought working in a industy was dangerous.

Anway, there are no bragging rights now, for no one seeks the scars upon thars, for we are all with scars and mixed -- experienced in the warmth of, "Mother of pearl, that hurts!"

must've slipped his mind

Alan Keirns, 39, of the 700 block of Wilt Street, was charged Tuesday with failure to register as a sex offender. He was being held in lieu of $5,000 bail.

I think I'll go ahead and send $5,000 worth of bullets in his direction, just as a reminder to comply with the law. Or, in layman's terms, I'm going to ED-209 to Mr. Kenny him.

I wonder if South Park got Kenny character from this spongebob bloodpants in Robocop. For those not understanding, Mr. Kenny was chosen to show the effectiveness of the ED-209, which failed to disengage even after Mr. Kenny stopped posing a threat. Mr. Kenny was shot with around a hundred high-calibur bullets rendering a bloody dish towel in place of a human.

Ents have decided

On a series of coin flips or after a discussion in old Entish, Kelty is cleared of doing no-nos with money.

Jesus' image

Okay. I'm a little unclear here. So, before Christ's death in ~33 A.D., who took the photo? Perhaps then He stopped and sat for a portrait that he comissioned with His wealth. Do you know what Jesus looked like ... No! You don't know what Jesus looked like! If you see a face, then you see face, but Christ didn't have graduation picture cards to disperse to friends and family. Stop seeing Mary, Jesus, and God in things. You have no idea, nor does anyone living, know what Jessus, Mary, Jospeh looked like. Those who seem them are, well, idiots.

I mention this because I saw on a "news" site, 'image of Jesus on tree trunk'. Not only is it Enquirer-sque, but Christ and God didn't leave photos. I guess the "graven images of God" was missed, right? Apparently they missed that phrase in Sunday teaching, noting the peoples following Moses into the desert were commanded by God and that no graven images of God were to be made, for that lead to people worshiping the idol, therefore ignoring the principle.

Rapping on wood, scaring the evil spirits, that sort of thing.

The cruifix was chosen as the symbol of Christian faith for, Christ defeated death and a terribly cruel and gruelling torture and demise. He conquered death and in doing so, freed us from our sins. Did he say, "remember what I looked like, please"? Does your bible have God's photo or Christ's photo on it? Is there a Mary face on the back cover ... Esther or Jospeh?

Get away from the images of God ... respect what God and Christ represent ... not the picture.

If you see Elvis in a shot glass ... that's likely, as likely as Grocho Marx on a beer nut or W.C. Fields on a potato chip, but Christ on a wall or tree ... come on, man!

happy tidings

I drive to work six days weekly and in God's mercy, my car is still running and I don't have a speeding ticket. Also in God's mercy, I am putting dents in my debt.

Things have changed and I'd have to say that I think I could do well better than this. I hope that I can remember the good things as well as my mind saves so crystally clear, the negative.

I'll carry with me, a smile ... not mine of course, but the image of another person smiling. There's my happy thought.

touchet trebuquet

With the number of rappers "singing" or doing songs, why not return the favor? Why not have Elton John sings "Magic Stick" or Angela Landsbury sing Eninem? That sounds bad, but rappers don't seem to grasp that they aren't singers and them "doing" their version of a song is the Jackson Pollack of house painting.

You see, the hos bustin' down lyrics with, "oh" and "ah" like dey grindin' and blowin' is from my soul. Dem bitches caress dat choruz so fine -- it glisten like teef!

I, personally, would love to hear Kathy Nadjimi get on the top ten billboard with her version of "Lip Gloss" which has as many lyrics as a business card.

"Betcha go down; ain't nobody gotta know"+ -- yeah, that's a great pick up line, right?

... as a historical note, the Romans and Phoenicians used the diseased dead as biological weapons, launching the bodies into protected walled cities to infect persons.

Somehow, after years of, "bitches, hos, sluts, gangsta style", I feel sick.

+promiscuous girl

more and more my servant

C-L-O-S-E-R, Closer---
repeat

[think the song, "Gloria"]

That's the chorus of the song at work. I guess my nights belong to them. I wonder, with the perpetual nights if I will ultimately become a servant of evil or a corporate drone/clone.

Sometime soon I'll leave.
I suspect you speak of your applications to other places. Yes, I know. It was I who allowed you to believe you could escape. I have a whole legion of persons applying for those same positions.

... later ...
I will have you work forever without an advancement.
"NEVER!" I shout with my lightsaber drawn and slashing wildly and madly.

I think I should concentrate more on getting out of there. My efforts to help others have been futile, from what I can see. I suggest person after person for more comprehensive training and for what? The bossmen do nuttin' fo' dem. This "spacemonkey"++ needs to get out before I grow crazier.

+ entry title quote from, Return of the Jedi
++ from Fight Club

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

making myself perfectly muddy

Down in the mud, I found it ... unclear.

Well, if I have to clear it up, I have to add water and dillute the mess to get to something through which you can see. Words, Roxanne, Words!

First, "Eyes" made no excuse for choosing flunky ass in place of "better man". Rather, she's seemingly sweet and now with whom I consider the "better man".

That being cleared ... I think, I attempt, for what worth it is to clarify my muddy words. I find the small towns more replete with racism, not that they'd know what a Black person is. Mayberry ... how many non-whites did they have? Some thing here. I used the oversimplified extension of crime to validate stereotypical racism.

In assessing racism, I mean to clarify that more often people choose it on the basis of ignorance. The criminal documentation -- well, two-fold ... glorifying criminal behavior tends not to diminish it, so if you make "gangstas" cool, you'll ensure crimes related to "races" as it were.

Yeah, more crimes by minorities --- socialogists will better discuss that with differing opinions. I will note that examining crime reports can be interesting, especially since you aren't looking at court documents like prior criminal activity -- it makes you wonder. It leaves me in awe and wonder, for at face value, it appears unfair. Other side of the mirror, perhaps it is fair.

Still, basing argument on skin color -- wrong. How does one choose to be Black ... or short?

better man

There is a girl at work, I wrote about "eyes", who went out with an ass, but is now going out with a younger guy (by 1 year) who is the better man. This guy I see being the 2nd run ... you know, the rationale man who is the "nice guy" who generally finishes last. I hope for each, they find happiness. The other guy, well ... he can finish last or not finish at all. He is the kind of guy who would, "betcha five bucks I nail her" kind of jerk.

The new guy is a nice guy ... has ideals and as far as what he shows -- some nobility, with marked humility. "Eyes" as I shall call her is adored for her cuteness. I think she is more than that, but for now that what she shows most people -- cute (though I see a bit of reality in her, and she has medicine in mind as a career).

God rest his soul.

So, who is this masked man?

Lieberfraumilch! What is this masterful diatribe of misspellings? Well, I wouldn't call it a blog ... no posts. I'm thinking, "No ticket" from Indiana Jones' Last Crusade.

Lookee here ... MR is in good company (someone else can't read my crap either)

My baffling non-English way of writing has confused yet another.

Okay. Since I wasn't clear, basically I wrote that in the community where I work, The Hispanic, generally illegals from Mexico with 8 percent English understanding still rank higher than Blacks. This is intersting considering the Blacks have been here for longer.

In my hometown, Blacks are still longer rung, but perhaps at level with Hispanics. I wrote the disportionate arrests and charges aginst Blacks and Hispanics. Generally speaking, there are a greater number of arrests of Blacks, proportionally as well as numerically than of Hispanics or Whites. I believe the Hispanics, locally, are arrested less often than Whites, but stand a better chance at longer or worse sentences than Whites.

It's just sad that at work I hear racial slurs daily, yet they don't seem to understand it is bitter to hear. Gee, I wonder why there aren't typical minorities working there ... huh, there are racial slurs spoken as commonly as cigarette smoke. Some of these dolts don't even see the irony of using racial slurs while their own heritage smacks of genocide, disenfranchisement, and oppression, such as American Indians (as one man claims he has heritage), Iranian, and yes ... Hispanic and mixed (like people producing offspring of mixed races, in two cases non-married couple with Black-White children).

My indirect post also noted that California is a state that will soon go Spanish, while the Midwest here is less likely to embrace it for general slower immigration of "the Spanish", Klan history and continuity, and generalized xenophobia. Indiana, the state about which I write is "land of the Indians" and was virtually Indian-free for fifty or more years.

Racism was on my mind for, at work I grow tired of hearing it. Work is bothering me and I'm hunting for a new job. I hope that I can get one in this town which is a little less trailer-ridden. The trailer-heavy town where I work is sterotypical of trailer "trash" and concepts of we-all-related and "we don't want the Irish".+ It also smacks of the stark reality that none of those folks there could figure out a computer application if they had the instructor standing beside them. I guess it holds true that the more racist you are, the stupider you are (as you favor your ignorance rather than accept accountability). Each person makes a mark, no one race is more evil or good than another. It is a person that chooses to be good or evil.

One could make the case for me, since I am of Irish and German ancenstry that I am prone to alcoholism and violence, so that I am deistined to be a bastard to my impulses. I believe that I have done about 55:45 good vs evil. So, I am a bit better than bad. I have made choices, some destructive and other helpful. I am judged by my skin, where I should not be. I am regarded as potentially good for I am white.

A person at work was given an attaboy with, "That's mighty white of you." Case in point, work bothers me and today I am focussed the pervasive language of racists, especially of the neaderthals with whom I work.

+ from Blazing Saddles, where the quote is, "Okay. We'll give some land to the niggers and the chinks, but we don't want the Irish."

Juan state or another

I find it funny that the unwelcome quasi-Spanish Mexicans are "wetbacks", "beaners", but people still try to speak Spanglish to them to work with them. Meanwhile, the Blacks are still the dirt on which the ladder is set. They aren't a rung on the ladder. They are dead, stinking last where I work and are darn-near that here in FW.

Granted: urban crime is on the rise and if you track the arrests and crime logs you'll note the proportion of reported crimes and criminals is unfavorably respresnted by Blacks. The Hispanic+ populace is gaining in the polls on urban crime, but is still outdone by Whites as their population is presently greater.

I still am wrapping my anger around some Indiana cities and towns importing, in some ways, non-Enlgish speaking immigrants (knowingly illegal) and using them in factories doing labor others don't want. These non-Nationales have money and spend them in place, yet have as much knowledge of English and I do of ancient Aramaic.

California, like Mark of Zorro would have you think, will be Mexico II, but I think Indian-free Indiana will be slow to take in the Mexican population. It's sad to see that some other groups don't get a "fest" like Greeks and Germans, but I dare write I'm not sure FW is ready for Mexifest.

+ based on Hispanola, refering to Northern South American and the Gulf nations of the Carribean. If you ask the Spanish from Spain, I don't think they lay claim to the Mexican language called Spanish.

taxed dollars

I drove to work one day and saw a firetruck blocking part of a lane. It was out in front of a business. "My word", I thought ... there was a fire! No. My tax dollars were paying for a small team of firefighters using a pump truck to water flowers and bushes at a restaurant. Let me understand this.

I'm paying taxes and you send a pump truck to water flowers and bushes.

I want a larger refund in 2008.

touched

At work, woman (like girls)+ do lots of flirting. One woman, as mentioned has grabbed my butt, darn-near fondled me frontally and others talk candidly about lesbian things, though they aren't lesbian. Rather, they want to elicit a response from me, generally peaked interest and a blush sometimes.

"I cannot help but feel touched."++

+ thought of Prince song, "Kiss"
++ Star Trek, Wrath of Khan

racism is rampant

"Could you please help me with this", or "could you please get me ...", is what I said. I got back, "Does my skin look black to you?"

Nice. That's just peachy-keen wonderful. Yep... Klan left a mark up there.

spot of light


How in the world ... there's a hole in the sky, the clouds moving around us.

old story

Where I once worked, come five minutes til, I'd lock the doors. I grew tired of flakes coming in ... "hey, are you still open?" Uh, you walked in the door, lights are on, what do you think? Hey, how many can I check out? Here is where I would think, crud! This dummy doesn't have an account and it'll be ten minutes with that and then more time with putz-a-palooza picking movies mixed with, "Hey! Doyougot ..."

I remember screening calls about my behavior, "Yeah, this guy wouldn't let us in at 12:10, even though there were other people in the store." Dude, I was getting out of there at 1:00 or later each night. Screw off! Perhaps, because I have had the low-end and stupid jobs I tend not to do what I hated and come in at the last minute or run in at the opening of a store expecting prompt and friendly service. I also tend not to start fights with the business, for it they don't do what's right, I'll not return ... simple.

I remember one day, at the old job, that some person was pulling on a "push" door, but with such force (rocking) that it would have easily opened with her movements. You know, if you saw no lights, no cars in the lot and the times of operation on the door and windows, you might have been given some tiny clue that the place, "WAS NOT OPEN". I would think that I couldn't be surprised by generalized stupidity, but I still get shocked by the depth of stupidty and lack of reason of some people.

I'm ranting here for, what people don't understand is that each minute after we close that I'm still doing typical operational work, means at least two minutes more work. At that rate, five minutes late = ten minutes more work. I don't like leaving later than I have to leave, especially with my long stinking drive.

Antiquated systems, like abacuss aren't nearly as useful as using tools in a faster, meaningful manner. Work has yet to pull its head out of its backside to see that.

typical asses

A car careens into the lot, swerving and dramatically changing vector to counter 60 mph inertia to stop (barely) into a parking space. The person comes in, "how late are you open?"

I look at the clock and think, "until two minutes ago", but I couldn't turn her away because some bum came in six minutes before we closed, placed an order that was in the oven. So she pulled out a menu, placed an order for something we haven't carried in a year. She then went through the menu ... huh, huh, I'll take this.

The "this" required use a machine that a woman at work cleaned early so she could get out, ya know, sometime close to normal. Well, normally that's a no-no, but I let it slide because I'm a pragmatist. Becuase of her haste, I'm sure the morning crew will wonder, why is this, a little dirty? It was used several times after cleaning, though normally sees less action to no action late at night.

Anyway ... the woman (who works there) took parts to clean and I, having more than just paperwork to do, had to improvize for lack of the items. On top of that ... do other stuff relevant to my job.

The crap wasn't done there. After sloppily putting together the last two things ... phone call to complain. They got stuff ... ate it all up (much like fairy tale quote) but decided that it wasn't right, although it was a day or more ago. Huh ... smells and sounds like bullcrap.

Later, glitch and the numbers didn't match with the computer, so I had to fix the entries to match the receipts. Ah, yes ... again, not out of ther on time. How typical!

-- personally assessment of one doofus who works there ... butt! I was doing work stuff -- you know, like being with customers and I get a child's call from the back, [my name; repeated]. What the? I hope that his child acts much the same way to dissuade him from his stupidity and wonder ... why is my child calling me from two states away wanting me to walk up to him? Hey, I know you just walked a quarter mile ... could you get me the phone and some milk, I'm busy playing a game. What a blinking putz!

Monday, June 18, 2007

How to quickly and neatly remove hubcaps

Drive really fast and bump into the curb. Well, maybe it isn't neat, but it is fast. Yep ... the other night I surgically removed a hubcap in just such a simplistic manner.

smells like empathy 2

I got a call, well, really a call back from a friend. She went through the complexities of the universe and finally ... what was really going on. Some people are like that ... talking about gravity shifts, polarity, simbiotic nature of animals, Gandhi's and Confuscious' teachings and finally ... they venture to worry about how they are doing at their job.

Oh, so the other stuff was just special effects, right?

Anyway, she has a friend who's fighting getting a job in (dun dun dun ... dah) teaching. So, I told her about winning strategies for getting jobs:

$ find out where the jobs are (This step she missed a bit. She was applying for where she wanted to work, rather than examining whether they were hiring or capable of hiring)
$ ... in teaching, with unions, there are rules as first draft, second draft, third, and fourth. She was a fourth draft and didn't know that (well she would be in this county)
$ get all the written and documented accolades you can
$ know the adminstration (this is the butt-kissing arena)
$ distinguish yourself from the pack
$ compromise

Let's hope that all of the might help her friend get a job teaching. Good luck! As I expressed to a woman at work ... teaching 30 kids similtaneously meant that I couldn't teach 30 different ways, but rather I had to teach to the middle ground. That's what turned me off in school, and I couldn't bear the thought of doing that to others.

You cannot effective teach 30 individuals individually given the space and time in school. Now, where my neice attended for her primary (1-5th) years, she had small class sizes -- 15 including herself, one year. It was a public school, but sadly it is closed due to the district's "buy, build bigger better". There will never be a more class like that in the area again.

---- back to the empathy ----

This friend of mine is seeking another job, but isn't very pro-active about getting it. It is easier to complain than to do. She's going into bankruptcy as is another friend I know. I hope not to find myself going there -- crap, crap, crap or something to that effect.

smells like empathy

I've put in enough time at work that I actually feel for some of these people. Crud, I was hoping to get out before I cared. Anyway ... each has her or his own story and some are frot with self-destruction. One person, I had the bad task of letting her know that the management turned down my suggestion for her to be trained as a "specific manager". They cited that she had an, "attitude problem" and she was made aware that were she ever entered into the management world, the area would be where I suggested her to be trained, but only there.

While at work yesterday and catching on fire from the 90 something degree heat, due to ovens and the adjacent (not closed off by doors) room's heat was set at a brisk 84 degrees making my area around 5000 degrees. Later someone came in and changed it to human temperatures, but didn't affect me for 90 some minutes.

I am hoping that more and more people see and understand the simplistic laziness of the next-levelers+. I know at work I am the horse, "I will work harder", while the at times pigs-as-farmers develop new plans for windmills. I'm not quite sure who plays the role of Snowball yet, but I'll find out. Yes, it's akin to Animal Farm, but in a less Communistic way. One next-leveler remarked that something should be in one position, but walked away empty-handed, leaving someone else to move the things to the place where she went.

Now for these next-levers, I feel almost not compassion or empathy, for generally they are hypocritical and not worthy of much attention as it is most hot air. They have all the time in the world to pull people aside and give remarks here and there and experiential teachings, but aren't often willing to do the work. Oh no ... shouldn't do that.

The other people who work there, all have some kind of situation. Now, my hero-complex notwithstanding, I can't save any of them, but I can feel for them. One woman has a son, "he's an asshole", as she remarked for he is in jail for robbing a place. There are ... two married servers (waitresses), but most of them have children. That's right, do the math ... single moms, some who are living with the man responsible for the child, but can't commit to marriage. "Let's spend the night together", as Mick Jagger might say.

One newly pregnant woman/girl was complaining of feeling like crap. Huh, in an overly hot place working hard and first tri-mester of first child. Imagine that! I instictly offered an Excederin, but she was thinking more clearly than I was remarking that she couldn't take it. Kryptonite ... can't help. Another girl at work, who reminds me so much of Jennifer -- it's almost scary, wanted to learn another area in the place. So, I told one of the next-levers ... or was it a brick wall, I can't remember.

I typed a long-overly elaborate letter dictating one girl's interest in learning another area of the store where I think she would shine. It was actually something she brought up wanting. I will have to do the same for this Jennifer-like girl who wishes to move around yet some more. Perhaps the I should skip the intermediary steps, or middle management and go straight to the unit's top dog. I hate not following protocol, but if it doesn't work, then I'll have to skip it.

Finally, for I should stop here, one girl was telling me about a guy she's dating who -- by her description, is the vandal. You know ... he's the rough guy, to make other girls jealous. Then later, she'll likely say, "Hey! He was a jerk, just like he was acting to be!" Well, I let her know my opinion and expressed that I'd rather not see her hurt -- in a brotherly sort of way. She appreciated that and "don't have a brother who protects me", seemed happy that I was interested.

Also, being the rumor-stop, meaning that if the grapevine news hits me ... it's done at me. I think this is why people don't mind talking with me, for I consider things, share an opinion sometimes, but don't work on keeping the rumor mill going and keep secrets, secret. I know of people at work seeking other employment and know that some are leaving, but they haven't yet told management. These secrets I'll keep, for they were told to me in confidence. I guess this is being a hero of sorts -- a shoulder and an ear, no flying through the air required.

courtesy of MR

I've been waiting so long ... I've been waiting so long. It's the sunshine of your life--
More pornographers shut down, for now. Now we need to rubber stamp the documents, "Find him and kill him!"

Thanks MR for this news that makes the sun brighter today.

Sunday, June 17, 2007

Schedule

T: off
W: 5 - close
R: 4 - 10
F: 5 - 11
S: 12 - 8
N: 11 - 8
M: 5 - close

Mr. Porno


I thought it was called OUCH. There was other plastic on it.

no slaughter, but evil grins

Here's a blurb about a potential in meat "manufacture", where meat is grown, not extracted from killed and slaughtered animals. So where, you might wonder, does evil plan to venture? The article states only using beef, but what if sociopaths took command and introduced, say ... human meat. If you think that isn't a possibility, then you haven't read the rare, but actually times fast food has had fecal matter, balogna & weiners have other parts. Humans introduced into the diet would be, well, certainly a possibility. I can predict soylent green sooner than you think.

Father's Day

Well, my father isn't here right now, so there's not much I can do. Some friends have lost their fathers, so today is either -- lacking or has changed due to their role as the father. I think it would be nicer for Father's Day to be on Monday and then 'Father's' could take off the day. Now, by "Father" I mean (as noted in many posts) that a Father is one who raises you -- not just sires you.

Insects don't have fathers, but genetic donors -- and so that should ring true with the many polygenic familes who have fractional siblings, but no permanent father-figure.

So, for Father's Day, I type, "Thanks for participating in who I am now, without you -- I'd be someone different!"

Hello ... tech support

I was at work and a guy there posed a question to me, starting from a statement of failure when installing new RAM in his desktop. After installing it, his monitor went kaput! Huh. Not seeing his computer, I thought of the many possibilities for the plug & play feature of the monitor to fail. Now, it could be that the monitor indeed failed at this curious time, but that is highly unlikely. It is likely that the memory, despite claims, wasn't compatible with the computer.

Now, as far as it disabling the monitor -- whereby eliminating the computer's functionality, I don't find it likely that the installed then removed RAM would disrupt the computer in such a fashion. Now, not seeing his computer, though he had a (rhymes with SMELL) -- I have a laptop from them, I know squat about their desktops. I made a few suggestions and we'll have to see if they work.

If so, I can then also be the "turn to" guy, as in, "turn to" [my name] for tech issues.

Saturday, June 16, 2007

Midday run

No, not my fat fanny, but rather two sleek deer were running across a field, likely frightened by the tractor-riding farmer driving in his field. They didn't look like typical white tail deer, which is what Indiana has, but rather taller with a black ring around the white tail. Anyway, 10:40 a.m. seemed like an odd time to see deer.

Candyman

Well, at work I picked up some candy by request for a woman I call, "naughty". Then ... I got a, "Hey [my name], I like licorace." So, the list began and I have some shopping to do. Who can take a sunrise ...

I also have to find out how to rig cords for a fan in the kitchen in a spot not directly near an outlet. I could call maintenance, but then I could wait for the sun to engulf the Earth* which would take the same amount of time. The area nearly completely melted the two ladies working there last night.

* millions to billions of years

Friday, June 15, 2007

Corn hole?!

On the radio, one prize among the blister pack of prizes awarded to call number whatever was, "corn hole". It was not sexual, but rather a corn-filled bag (like a bean bag) game where the goal is to pitch it and have it drop through the hole on a ramp-like plank. This game was introduced by Cerpicio. Thanks to Dave for reminding me.

Thursday, June 14, 2007

We're all related

Arizona marriages with kin come with retarded consequences. Now, I can imagine Kentucky or Georgia, but Arizona? I guess if you're out there and there isn't a wide selection, you do what you gotta do.

joys of work

I got to pick up puke today! I also did a fartload of paperwork for a closing m, but he'll likely not return the favor for me.

My word ... it was better today, but for all I did, I appear to have accomplished little, for the paperwork is time-consuming for no good reason.

Why Indiana means hillbilly

Well, a new law hit citing the limitations of firework firing. Locally, explosive fireworks are limited to 15 or so calendar days annually. Now, as much as the late night noise makers from the hillbillies upsets me, I find it aggrivating that law makers regulate those and not shotgun firing that seems to go along with fireworks celebrations.

Let's better regulate hillbilly things like ... NASCAR events may not be held for more than 15 calendar days, nor shall NASCAR numbers, flags, etc. Shotguns may not be fired during any public event or in celebration of anything. Beer may not be sold to hillbillies at any time of any year. People who use a butane grill lighter to ignite cigarettes inches from their face may, at no time, be party to firework use or purchases.

In good ol' FW, I hear blasts from celebrating hillbillies all the time, mixed with country grammar of "them thar", "big ol'", twangy country and NASCAR afficianados knowin' how dem cars werk. D'ya see dat race? Shore did ... called in sick ta do it. Plain near Jeff Gordon, Jr. Jr. Jr. drove might purdy round dat ol' track. I like him! He drive all pretty. He got skill.

No, it isn't Tennessee (Fred Thompson), or Kentucky, it is sadly Indiana. There is a great bit of hillbilly growth in the area, unlike the job market which is dwindling. I'm really surprised I don't see more tobacco chewers at work. There will be a day though, when I will see more pouch tucking for "smoking is gross", quoteth the brown saliva drolling imbecile who's looking for a spit cup, previously mistake for someone else's drink.

odd job

Petland

Pet Sales

Pet Counselor

Petland has Full and Part-Time Pet Sales Counselor Positions open. Weekdays, Evenings and Weekends. Friendly, Customer Service Enviroment. Full range of pets and supplies. Sales experience preferred.

Schedule, corrected

R:  4-10
F:  5-11
S:  12-8
N:  11-8
M - close

token payment

I was asked to run an errand at the home office. My payment is ... [drum roll please], a half-hour of pay, as I was directed to adjust my clock data an additional half hour for my trouble. Let's see, last time I didn't get a thanks for running around a couple places in town for stock they didn't have. This time, while I'm in town, run to home office and pick up stuff for a "quarter" essentially. So, I get no "thanks", but "okay".

There is no equitable trade here, for what do I get in return ... little/nothing.

I'll trade my half-hour pay for each of the "uppers" to do 30 minutes of work at my pace, more especially the pointless paperwork that tends to keep me there late at night. For that, I'll be happy to run to home office on way to work more often. The migratory humpbacks don't swim like dolphins or sailfish. I, myself, work and move like a sailfish (or related species Marlin). I dare them to pick up their pace!

I'm still looking for another job, as I spend too much time venting.

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

soon to be re-re-re-released (otherwise a sequel)

This is a sequel with the same lines. The returning product has less and, dollar for dollar, isn't nearly the bargain people claim, but people do like it. The [my employer] pot pie, for that's close to what it is, is due soon. It takes less more time on one end to make it. It is a money maker -- shake it.

Meanwhile, I was late to a meeting today as I read the wrong schedule. The sales reports were in and the company itself showed unhappy turnouts in profit, labor percentage, sales.

I would have offered the comment, 'if you aren't the cheapest, which we aren't, we need to be the novelest and more innovative.' I find the same-old, same-old probably doesn't sell well to people, but convincing the dinosaurs there that although 'we've always done it that way', doesn't make it the best way, is a challenge I haven't won.

There was a bit of a pit fight between two people today, but it went nowhere. As the young pup, having two old dogs fight it out and grow weaker, would naturally make me stronger by default. At the end, I was no stronger for the fight.

What's wrong, he asked

He wasn't going to accept a, "nothing". My GM cornered me today and probed why I was silent with people over the course of the last weeks. He considered it odd that since I had got my rank that I was talking less. Sure, it may have been timing, but it was aligned with more typical reasons ... symptomology clearly leading to the cause.

$ I was told that there would be more expected out of me
$ I was given control over more crap with less personnel -- I was filling in for people rather than directing people, rather counter to the role I assumed
$ When I relied on superiors (next level people) to do things ... they didn't

So, I responded that I did indeed become more quiet and my experience taught me that stopping to talk or smell the roses put me so far behind it wasn't worth the effort, I was told to direct people to do these other things so that I didn't have to put in, what I termed, n percent.

So, I have to make friends with Lazy-Inferior, Lazy-Posterior, quick-to-bite junkyard dog, yeah ... that'll be just simple. Another "upper" is lame-dog who is slow, and can't do physical things. So, I go home tired, sore, overworked, and unappreciated, why?

I wanted to say, "Hey! When I see work, I do it. Does someone have to say ... you know that pile of paperwork you walked around to get to your chair? I wanted you to do that." I feel that if you see work and walk around it and leave it for the next guy, don't be shocked when the next guy disrespects you and finds you to be a lazy jerk.

"n" percent was greater than 110 -- arbitrarily chosen

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

poles of life


little tadpoles swimming around
I'm not sure if whether they were introduced or if they were born there. It is near a lake.

whacked out rentals

I saw an apartment today ... $550. The apartment isn't bad, but the neighborhood -- two blocks away is rundown. You'd think that the average per capita there was $55,000 with prices as they are, but nay, nay!+

Perhaps I can find a possibly survivable bartending job.

+ thanks Jon Pinnet

I'll work hard, so you don't have to

Man, oh man, do I have to find a different job.

I was matched up with Lazy-Inferior and Lazy-Posterior.

LI tried to find ways to complain and still do little but talk. LP put in what looked like work, but followed by hours of talking and sitting. I think I should take up smoking so that I could have 60 minutes extra to do absolutely nothing but smoke and talk.

Now, where will I go? I'm still looking for a job, so if anyone knows of one ... please email me.

Sunday, June 10, 2007

local story

I overheard that there was a child rapist who killed his victim when she wouldn't stop crying. He was taken into custody. I hope the other statement was true that he was in bad condition after court appearance. Typical ...
he kept falling out of the car on the highway ... we don't understand it.

Saturday, June 09, 2007

it'll add up to the same

The computer glitched and the totals were being summed on the wrong day. The response from -- we don't take calls on Saturday head office was ... 'it'll add up okay'. The transactions were being posted on the previous day, on top of the other transactions. I guess it was nothing to wake up the super-chiefees for, right?

Here we have the laziness I mentioned and the neaderthals at the obolistic.

[cut to jawbone weapon being weilded instead of pen on desk or keyboard attached to conputer]

comfortably ill

Unsightly and gross. There are the posse' of assistants who feel just fine and dandy free to use the restroom for library time -- you get my meaning. Now, I, on the other hand don't. The only tine I use public bathrooms for such is when I am ill. These other guys use typical eupheisms like making deposit at [toilet company or plumbing company name], or whatever -- too gross to mention.

What they don't get and I do, is who wants to see a mgr stepping happily and lighter out of the bathroom, hopefully washing for minutes in the sink after making walking easier? Now, I know people have to do it, but doesn't that smack of gross? Dude ... you're handling food now? You just let loose something long-since dead -- so much so that CSI would seek archeological help.

germinator

There were six in the party at first, then there were party-crashers coming in ... now, more like American President (like American Idol) these would be, ahem -- cough, choke, 'talents' must match wits and talents with each other to win the title of President of the United States.

In the end, it is performance, for the most charismatic wins -- always. Gore's, bore you to death with ineptness didn't match points with Bush's hard stance on 'stuff', intentionally stated due to his poor improv speaking.

On the tickets you have the seven dwarves plus more -- like the cast of Lord of the Rings and Under the Rainbow gathered into a little spot in the sun. The polls are noteworthy because there are exactly flathead vs fathead, giving the voter a chance to put into office Dum or Dee, both named Tweedle.

You could have (Dee) deceitful -- Clinton is a good example, or (Dumb) Bush who pushes forward bills that no one wants to sign or agree that they have. Gore is Dum, while others are DeeDum, like a song -- lie with face one and coninive with face two.

Somehow the dandeloins of politicians are a little thick this year. I should have called a law(n) serive to fix it before it was a problem.

verboten, with exceptions

Well, the county's smoking ban and ordinance went into effect, but there are, surprise ... loopholes. Look, I just think that smokers should pay for the following and then the issue is done:

1. forfeiture of one lung
2. denial of government or employer-paid medical services to smoking related illnesses (including cancer)
3. no-cap on insurance premiums on smokers' houses, vehicle, etc.
4. x multiplier for smoking related fires
5. no-cap on cigarette tax
6. logorithmic scale payments on government services related to smoking including, but not limited to:
a. trash removal
b. restoration of materials (including art, walls repainted, etc.)
c. ALL second-hand smoking issues, including, but not limited to:
A. child development
B. asthma, etc.


As a nation we should 'crap or get off the pot' on smoking. If it is bad, terrible, addictive, unhealthy, deadly, cancer-causing ... then we taxpayers should not be subsidizing it. There is no doubt smoking causes cancer in people. There is no evidence to support that smoking is healthy at all, and causes otherwise avoidable or postponable medical issues. Therefore, why are taxpayers on a national level paying for the tobacco industry?

Stop now.

If some hillbilly farm has a 1.6 acre plot to grow tobacco and he would otherwise be out of a job ... well, that stinks for him, for strawberries might have a good price too. How about pumpkins --- whereas the South has no Northern-typical heavy frost, generally.

schedule; hopefully will change

M: 5-close
T: off
W: 2-10
R: 5-close
F: 5-11:30
S: 12-8
N: 11-8
M: 5-close

I will try desperately to re-negotiate off Saturday to go to Westfield

short end of the stick ...

I took the deal ... I got a check for the money I was missing and am working still for the company. I am, however, still looking for other employment, despite my raise.

Another day at work and the mgr whom I greatly dislike was there ... prowling like a caged cat, he wanted to pounce on anyone who wasn't doing what he wanted them to do. Perhaps his hell will be a work camp where either he is a prisoner or conversely a controller for persons who will never obey and continually plot against him.

be sure to vote for Ovaltine

I watched this ... however interstesting the frequency of which some of these speakers use the same words -- especially Rudy ... it ends with, "be sure to vote [name here] in '08". After all the speeches, it's nothing more than a common sales pitch.+ Really, the ending theme is that (these people here are warmongers) is over-over-over stated, it doesn't segue into vote for someguy who's perspective you don't know.

+paraphrased from Die Hard

a smile

The "eyes" girl, whom I'm written about at work is ... terribly young. That dismissed apart from her cuteness in an uncle or father sort of perspective now ... yes, clearly I'm old enough to be her father. There's another girl at work, I'll have to discover her age too. She's nice, but likely young too. Oh, well, I'm not supposed to be inter-store dating anyway.

My good deeds were not in vain at work. I made a couple of things possible and that didn't hurt anyone and it didn't backfire.

Still, at work, I feel like I'm digging instead of filling. It's difficult to claim you're climbing when you keep going deeper.

Friday, June 08, 2007

ruined

A one-time neighbor popped by ... he was not in a good way. He had a bad father and was diagnosed with manic-depression in middle school. This was the 70s ladies and gentleman and I believe chemistry has changed since then. Anyway ... he's on and off again with medications and has ballooned to a large weight now. He, at least, has found some highlight in music and church.

I hastily opened the door -- still groggy from getting to bed at close to four am, not yet wearing a shirt. He remarked to me that I was athletic -- pah! I am lighter, to say the least, in contrast to him, but athletic I'm not. On exercise, he remarked that people should knock themselves out working out or exercising. Huh. He doesn't like exercising and he's heavy and had McDonalds for breakfast, complaining about the long line at the drive-thru. It all sounds like a self-fulfilling prophesy to me.

His "dad" is a winner, in that he was married for years, had kids, then discovered he was gay. Bull ---! I really don't think that's an excuse to also be a crappy father to your kids. You're gay, okay ... still be a father, as you started a family. His father is a bad influence on his son with a weak personality.

With this licence



I doth bartend

I went into work and ...

Okay ... The GM misunderstood what my original note was. Upon hearing that the DM and I agreed to a pay structure ... $2000 raise, he was shocked and asked if I had signed a statement about it. I already thought of this and no, I didn't. I have no documentation regarding the pay structure.
The GM said, call the DM, for the GM would not grant a raise for a level change, but rather only on merit.
Now, I see his point on merit, but to give more responsiblity and more shit and no pay and the hassle of pestering me of when I moving to Warsaw for the job I'm disliking more and more, I believe I've already made my decision.
I called the DM expecting a flat denial of my raise ... no, he said, "yeah, we'll get that in. Hey, do you work tonight (a very stupid question for I work each and every flippin' weekend), I'll talk with the GM and I meet you there."
So, I'm still in limbo. If I don't get the raise tonight, I walk, handing a premade resignation letter to the GM. Again, I like him, but ...
$40 (about) weekly is what we're arguing about and this is a cheaper raise. The review is abiguous regarding: expecations, time ... I don't like the ambiguity, or the carrot on the stick.
Tonight, I'll know. Last night, the GM in our short talk said that he can't give raises, but rather suggests them to the DM who either approves or denies them. It's a bad night for them for me to leave -- Fridays tend to be busy and I am supposed to be there until 11:30.

Thursday, June 07, 2007

early

I moved my stuff off my shelf at work, thinking it wasn't a big thing and no one would notice -- planning on today being a potentential last day. Well, last night I saw that someone already put crap on that shelf. Huh. I wonder if they know something that I don't. Perhaps I won't have to quit ... maybe I'll be fired for the first time. Now that would be a change! Either way, quitting or fired, it will be interesting for them.

In God's own way ... I'm sure that nothing like that will happen and things will be nothing like I predict, for that is the mystery of the future -- it is unknown.

So ... who's blaming who

I don't own the computer and the IT person is not in the building, but rather responsible for six buildings. Meanwhile, I have a class for a few days and do some relevant searching and pop, pop, pop ... porn ads appear. Now, the prosecution states that the teacher visited sites that enabled the ads to come up. I'll throw in my bit here.

1. Any use of the computer and web searching can be researched, therefore the case was started either with credible evidence that she did indeed use the computer for porn searching or ... the police did not do any investigation on this at all

2. Substitute teachers may not bring in software to "fix" computers for union rules state that persons directed to use computers have that exclusive job and right. This includes anti-spyware and anti-virus software.

3. Typical use of sites may lead to any number of ads that are unsavory, such as DATE1, which may include a butt shot of a woman, lifting a G-string with her high heel shoe. This is a "dating service" that matches people seeking people. Now, this is a banner on some sites, so is that porn or just inappropriate advertising?


I'm normally all for hanging perpetrators, especially child molesters, rapists, those who ellicit children, so on, but here I'm on the side of the sub teacher for the news article has described no such cause either through ignorance, neglect, nor intent to expose children to such material. It was a bad call for the prosecution.

In hindsight though ... if these ads kept coming up, then I would have denied access to internet until the spam and ad issue were fixed by the school's IT person(s).

Shall the Western world stand up and cheer?

Iran cheers anytime there is disaster in the US, be it weather or other calamity. Should the US return the favor and jump up and cheer with joy that Iran might suffer?

Yes, I'm venting. I can still remember Iran cheering with joy on September 11th. I still remember Iran decrying the US attack Iraq and Iran laughing at our defeats, including in Somalia. To Iran ... I don't trust you.

Today a rare winter storm hit Oman and is heading toward Iran.

standoff

Well, I'm going to work today and meeting with GM. I didn't get my raise. I don't know what he'll say, but I suspect he'll say I'm not yet getting my raise. So, today is either the day they fix my raise or I simply quit.

I've had job offers without mentioning Pizza Hut experience, so I may indeed be okay.

... today is a good day to die

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

I got a few leads

Well, I still have to patch up my resume', but I have a few leads on jobs. They are per diem teaching -- tutoring. Another one is teaching full time, but that would still allow me hours to tutor after school. I'm thinking I'd like those hours better than those I have no -- and far less BS, but there is no job without some crap with which to deal.

"The sad thing is, I like my boss."+ Da boss-mon dere iz a good un. He treat uz reel nize. We be good workas, ya. Alwayz workin' for de boss-mon. I don't think ending a day with, "tally me banana" would fly well ... especially as I would have to explain it.

+ Fight Club, both the book and the movie. Sadly, in the book, the boss is blown up with a fuel-filled monitor that is sparked and explodes. I have no interest in doing that, nor striking myself repeatedly to get paid to not be there.

G thing

Shot into the sun ... cold beer, 80s music ... but then again it was German beir, so .. G (as in Guten) thing.

MR and I went one day early, light crowd, met a guy we've not seen in 18 years. He wasn't as gay as he was back then. MR's impression -- "he's redneck", complete with mullet.

Tuesday, June 05, 2007

More critique about Newsweek

Gee, I wonder if they have some political side, "After Bush: How to Restore America's Place in the World". Also, world population water usage and access to safe water.

Other countries use less water than we do ... really? Do you think the desert regional Africa (generally equatorial non-metro) has water? What schmutts! Other countries don't use flush toilets. Do you suppose, just maybe, that the water usage would go down?

more interesting than your average

There's a woman at work -- fairly professional despite her position, and I found her looking desperately through the phonebook for a number. "I can't find Slick Kitty. It's a lingerie shop. My friend is a stripper and she needs a black lace lingerie for the audition."

Whoa! Here, the quiet one is worth watching, right? Hey, [her name here], I also understand you have a couple of lesbian friends, right? Sweet, why don't you and all of your wonderfully interesting friends pop by, smoke, drink, and fool around?

We don't need any consulting dolls

We have people who can walk, talk, and take an order. We don't need any consultant help.

Uh, yes you do. Now, while I'm there, why don't you start moving from using that computer as a paperweight to something like a tool -- which it is. You mean, "square stone"? Yes, neanderthal troglodyte, the rectangular plastic lump with things attached to it like, "stingy squid thing".

You mean you can write whole words on paper, not just single letters? Og never taught that! Og will go home and sleep in cave, dream about it. Might be bad omen -- bad voodoo.

Look, all I'm trying to do is make things better, not restructure the world here ... if you have a knife, use it rather than a hunk of rock or a spoon.

scene from Glory

An Irish drill sergeant is really tough and drills the Black troops, as really he would any group training to fight. In one scene he is seen harshly showning a new recruit front and back and right (steps hard on his foot) and left.

"How many of you do not know your left ... from your right?"
Ninety percent of the recruits raise their hands. The sergeant takes Christ's name in vain.

How many ladies and girls are pregnant or single moms? Ninety percent of hands go up.

So ... uh ... I have nothing to say that is helpful.
There's a girl at work who's pregnant and has cohabitated with boyfriend for three years. Now, last night she was whining that he was being a [tip of a needle], thinking about kicking her out of the house. I told her that I could be Dr. Ruth and Dr. Phil only when I had time. In the three minutes I spent not hauling butt to do daily paper chasing, I put myself fifteen minutes behind.

I'm hating work more and more. Yes, I'm looking for another job.
I found out that I didn't get my raise. I'm to speak with the GM on Thursday, suredly to have a sit down about ... well, you see blah, blah, blah, not ready ... blah, blah, blah, show this ...

So, I took a test, got more responsibility, but no extra pay. Okay, that is pretty typical, gotta show that you are worth it. Why then did I take the test? I guess so that I could "legitimately" close the store at night, saving an assistant manager from doing it.

Of all the crap that I have to do ... the needless and I mean needless paper-chasing is the most obnoxious. If I could strike out that -- that would save 60-90 minutes easily. Closing would be almost breezy.

The other thing, working with others, is dealing with generalized laziness and stupidty. Gosh, does it matter that this paper that looks much like another be separated from the pack? I mean, I've been working here for years, surely I can go ahead put this new guy behind by being stupid -- continually. It's alright if I wonder around and chat about people eating me in a jovial kind of way, while accomplishing Jack Squat, right?

Any time that I am at work, closing or not, I bust my hump -- for naught. It's the place, where when you put in 120 percent, that becomes your baseline and you are never really acknowledged for it, for ... that's what you do, right?

Monday, June 04, 2007

On leaving

View from the back ... leaving work

I can do math

I got my pay statement and found ...

they docked my pay

Okay, so I get a promotion and get a reduction in pay? I'm checking it with the GM today. They won't really want to deal with me if they docked my pay. I can be a cruel man when I am angered.

I'd make enough of a stink that it would be cheaper to pay me not to work, that is on a corporate level. The wonders of accounting -- scanning my paystubs will add veracity to my statements.

Pepsi Obama

I'm looking on the internet and all I can see are ruddy Barack ads. Hey would you like some to drink, a Barack, diet Barack, wild cherry Barack? No, I think I'll have a water or Root Beer if you have it.

I don't want to get blinded by any ads, but Obama-mama drinks? Now, drinking during election for Hillary, that's certain for you have to be drunk to vote for her. Were she to become President, you would need to be drunk to tolerate it.

Into the hodge-podge of candidates we have "now enters Fred Thompson". Senator turned actor turned President-hopeful? It's like California spill over with Gary Coleman vs Arnold. Why not throw in Tiny Tim and show the world how fudged up our politics really are? Tip-toe through the bull!@#. I guess we have have Outkast join the debate for the PhatRap party (Purple is the color), 50Cent for the Gudespellars Par-tay and Jane Fonda for the Wacked-Out Self-Interest Party.

Cut the commercials -- "I don't want to see no more"+

+ Three Dog Night, "Mama Told Me Not to Come"

Restating myself on wealth distribution

While some people are narrowly focussed into one thing -- like "put bolt on wheel" and unlike G.M. don't earn $23 per hour + to do that. I was rather writing about people who can do seventeen jobs and qualified to do with well. Those persons should earn more, because of (training, experience, skill) regardless whether they are used to their potential as they generally are not.

The bonus structure, if mishandled like communist socialism, where one person works like a horse ++ gaining nothing from another person doing little, would be wasteful. Rather, persons should be eligible for bonuses as well as the management acknowledging people with more than an attaboy or token "good work today". Management only may receive bonuses -- okay, that's fine. I also don't agree if bonuses are slanted to cut labor (at any possible expense) including salary caps for talented people who, by age, are not eligible for management training, or who are skilled in many different positions making them very versatile. Now, I agree with salary caps, but declination of raises period for those persons is bad management. After a while, I would not care if I got fired if I felt I hit a wall on salary and position ... making the same as a person who could do just one thing.

To simplify things, the bonus structure is fine, but the application of much of it is poorly applied and management relying on those bonuses should be re-trained on the utility of personnel as well as the value of persons working "for" them. This is especially true of middle management who use people and I chose the word "use" specifically. The middle managers are not only to blame if they are not responsible for offering/doing raises.

+ with benefits included to add up to around $23 per hour
++ Animal Farm, "I will work harder" and later sold to glue factory

truncated salary

While the hours are long, it appears to many at work that they have a truncated salary -- missing a zero to the left of the decimal place. Granted, I understand that a few of the people there are in year n* without a raise, earning the same rate as after 90-day probationary period.

Now, if they stayed, the job isn't bad, but I'd have to say that the company or individual store should financially acknowledge people for expanding their abilities and being a hard and versatile worker. That may not be the case at work.

Now I see from where the bonuses come -- shafting the employees.

If that is the case, which will become clear when I am more vested into the next level of training, I will have to double my efforts to get out of that place. Already, I feel a conspirator in fabrication or a willing deceiver.

* one person is year 2 and another -- around year 4

Sunday, June 03, 2007

another schedule

T: off
W: 2-10
R: 5-1am
F: 5-1130pm
S: 12-8
N: 11-8
M: 5 to close

orgasm

BBC ... okay, whatever reporting, but better than Anna Nicole Smith.

Researchers had couple engage in sex while scanning their brains ... huh, and there might have been difficulties in feeling comfortable or "in the mood", go figure. What the research did show was that women who weren't fearful, according to the researchers' analysis, achieved orgasm.

Men, needed to feel that they would be stimulated.
Huh ... guys are pretty simple, as guys have mentioned so many friggin' times.

Well, I think there are many more things that go into a woman orgasming, but making her comfortable was a "duh" as well as her not feeling scared. Guys are much simpler.

When it's hot

Germanfest is this week and looking at a ten-day forcast, Thursday is going to be in the nineties with thunderstorms. How painfully rotten! Well, I guess Thursday isn't the best possible day for going then, right?

Saturday, June 02, 2007

work business

Steady, rock steady ... not terrible, not slow by any means. Last night -- we all got bloody noses. One fool, and by that I shall stand, said, 'Yeah, but it was nice". What a stupid, stupid man!

wing

That's all I found of what was once a bird, young and flightless. I suppose I thought of this because I saw a young girl, half-naked in short-shorts and lots of other flesh showing -- teen. I see this girl getting a lot of attention from all the wrong people.

Gee, I don't understand why guys are trying to molest me -- showing flesh and being cute. Granted, I'm not absolving the men's clear disregard to inhibitions or aggressive tendencies. She's okay for now, but I think she's walking a dangerous line. A little bird, wings not clipped, yet cannot fly ... this girl. I hope I don't see only the remnants of her, having bad experiences, namely due to poor planning and "dressing" in this case.

In comparison and contrast to her there were two ladies from work who were "going to get drunk", but were still cute. They needed some attention ... one more than the other. Man, oh man, older than the teen -- they were needin' some luvin' perhaps. Cute, sweet, and one is trashy.

For rent?


It appears that this is the place I'll get for what price I want. Hmm... back to the old drawing board.

local birds feed others

Sadly, the four robin chicks in a nest are no longer there. Two of the four were found dead. It was unlcear whether they fell in "first flight" or were victims of a cat (or the like). Anyway, two new robins are now in the area. I hope to see more little critters soon.

In referring to critters, I saw a bandit last night -- or rather an animal dressed as one. A raccoon was lurking around the backyard and stopped to look at me when I flicked on the light. It slowly walked away, still unsure.

No, I didn't get a picture through two levels of glass at night with poor lighting.

I did txt message friends and family about the lovely orange moon last night. While I was driving, the orange moon was quite visible. In town here, it was obscured and hidden by clouds and somewhat murky humidity.

Friday, June 01, 2007

Watch how "we run the shift"

I saw how the shift was ruined. What a poor performance! Busy as anything and sending people home for the day. Sure ... saves on payroll, but low morale and poor service. That's no way to really run a shift. I was happy to see the superchiefies, for they saw people run ragged and stuff really a mess from poor staffing. I wonder if they saw what I saw.

Mock Ness

Loch Nessie on film? Hasn't this been done before? I would like to see the man's bank account to know if Scotland's government is paying him to be a fool for tourism. I mean to write, bring in tourism, even if based on a lie.

Reading, or something like it

Well, I was with Monkeyjack and family last night. The dogs reverted back to naughty behaviors and were wild. Charlie wanted to play Mario Party 8, but that game, if not set correctly, can last for 97 hours. Anyway ... had fun and Charlie was looking for Wii Sports. He found "Avatar", which he 'read' and Wii Sports. At least he's associating printed words with meaning -- steps to reading.

Charlie, sleep well -- thy school's education is calling thee . . .
tick, tock, tick, tock

This Fall he begins

Bond

Casino Royale: perhaps I missed some dialogue, but there are parts that just don't make sense in this movie ... anyway, a good deal better than "Die Another Day", but overall, not so good of a movie and not a great way to continue the Bond movies. He was a ruthless Bond, to say the least.