Gradually degenerating into ignorance and complacency.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Bill past due
A smart US adviser helps with the financial burden of the war in Iraq. Services will be terminated if bill not paid.
++++
Yes, I know the numbers are a little messy, but the meaning is clear, right?
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Monday, November 26, 2007
Moon landing
I saw a moon landing debunking. The tag line of "proof" was bad, as the postulations were, unprovable, either true or false. The British examiner noted flashes on the screen, failing to remark that the film was grainy as heck, there flashes on the suits as well. His thinking was wire harnesses, trying to explain astronauts' ability to stand on one foot and do many unbelievable feats. This likely comes from a man who cannot imagine 1/6 of Earth's gravity. I guess he isn't a swimmer, right?
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Sunday, November 25, 2007
Trasformers
Well ... it was eye candy, good sound effects and ...
well, there wasn't what I would call acting. There wasn't what I would call much of a plot.
I watched it ... and I'm done with it.
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Saturday, November 24, 2007
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Ewwww!
Would be dancer on Gong Show, then I remembered "dancer" in Catina scene in Return of the Jedi. Since I can't find the video clip of the rotund dancer ... you'll have to try to remember the portly oddly dressed dancer in the foreground.
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Using this map as a reference ...

We could remove the cancer sites here (marked in white) and be safer. There is no guarantee that this will permanently remove any and all infection or danger, but it is a very large section. I strongly recommend the removal of this large site.
There are other questionable sites, but with this procedure to remove the worse sections, this will clear up much of the extending infection.
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Friday, November 23, 2007
Just give me something to break ...
How 'bout my friggin' leg?
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Thursday, November 22, 2007
Last Night
Thinking 'bout last night
Undercredited, undercited ... Travelling Willburys
"Last Night" lyrics
She was there at the bar, she heard my guitar
She was long and tall, she was the queen of them all
Last night, thinking about last night
Last night, thinking about last night
She was dark and discreet, she was light on her feet
We went up to her room and she lowered the boom
Last night, thinking about last night
Last night, thinking about last night
(bridge 1)
Down below they danced and sang in the street
While up above the walls were steaming with heat
Last night, thinking about last night
Last night, thinking about last night
I was feeling no pain, feeling good in my brain
I looked in her eyes, they were full of surprise
Last night, talking about last night
Last night, talking about last night
(bridge 2)
I asked her to marry me she smiled and pulled out a knife
The partys just beginning she said, its your money or you life
Last night, talking about last night
Last night, talking about last night
Now Im back at the bar, she went a little too far
She done me wrong, all I got is this song
Last night, thinking about last night
Last night, thinking about last night
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Bigger Fish
Well ... if you hide it, hide it, then reveal it as nothing, you tend to look foolish.
MR remarked that I had "bigger fish to fry" RE: Warren report that details the JFK findings. Why in the world would you seal it? Whenever they "unseal" it, it will be denounced as a lie, just as Roswell was. They weren't upfront and didn't come up with a clever enough lie to make it pan out. Whatever happens now means -- lying government. Either you lied then or now or hid it for no reason.
That was a bad call! Continually unopening it is a bad call. Remove enough platforms and the soapboxers are on the ground and more difficult to hear -- less important. Not opening it and making it seems a conspiracy gives some the soapbox or podium.
I once found a conspiracy "this big" [hands extended from New Jersey to Wyoming, more believable than hands to California, right?
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lest we forget
ZZ Top has legs and despite its end of the run touring, I still remember licks and kicks that I liked. Not to sound too Suessical, I found legs very doable, in all sense of the words and phrase.
If I had money, doggone it, I might buy one.
A key feature in videos -- hotties -- babes show legs, light tight frame and wiggles that drive a man mad. Now, you don't have to show grinding to entice a man -- a pretty face, a strut and you've got us!
BTW: a light-hearted girl at work, timid, virginal (I suppose) remarked on a stripper pole today. This same person admonished me for "sonofa" never finishing anything. She is, whom I'd hope, for a daughter -- has an idea of what and who she wants to be and accomplished in her daily work. You don't often get called out by your "hopeful daughter", but you listen when it happens. Sorry K if I'm not the influence I ought to be.
I've wanted to be a "daddy" for a while and if I can be a part-time daddy to some, so be it. Since I'm not the Mississippi type, I'm interested in her being an adult and doing what she wants. If nothing else, trusted council, I'll take. Do well, young 'en!
Somehow, my blankity blank blank devil-blushing profanity hasn't shined at work, though I grumble it smiting my woes wrathfully. I was docked ... "you don't curse", remarking my once ... once, nasty curse. Actually, when I whisper my filth, I hate my job for bringing my sinister nature to the surface. I'd rather be the stuttering fool, unable to bring forth, "damn" let alone any other litany of sick slang lexicon, than to be the hurricane guttural spiteful "jackhole".
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Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Clunk!
Newspaper, nothing!
This sequoia dropped on the porch -- advertisements with, "buy" the mantra.
Sale, in whatever form ... Friday holds "specials" like no other.
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Tuesday, November 20, 2007
strategy
Iraq is suffering under the United States' new strategy of besieging them with lawyers. Armed with subpoenas, writs, claims, and tax forms, the insurgents have no hope but to submit to the paperwork. The weight of the paperwork is now roughly equivalent to ordinance dropped on Iraq.
The good news, while many may lose their lives in this noble cause, the US is improved by fewer lawyers.
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Thanksgiving question ...

Which has more fat? Does number one, two, or three have the most fat? Well, it's not number two. Thanks for more food than we can eat in a week, hence -- turkey sandwiches, ala king, flambe, jerk turkey, soup, turkey casserole, etc. Take only what you can eat? Eat only what your body can take.
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Yesterday's gone

My work yesterday was like this ...
nothing, slow, steady, full, crazy -- open space where I went to my happy place -- crazy, full, steady, slow, nothing
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Pets shipped frozen fresh ...
to your door in 48 hours or less, guaranteed. Just let them warm up in room temperature and your pet will frolic like a happy leprechaun.
Thanks to Cerpicio for the photo
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Saturday, November 17, 2007
Wile E. Coyote
I was lucky to have been allowed to sit with Wile E. for his discussion on how to capture the elusive Road Runner. Sadly, he was not successful during my stay with him, but he had the right gear. He showed me his accuracy with his weapon and with scope and binoculars he found many different prey beasts that he described with lip-smacking and mouth noises. I never did find out how he was a coyote with such phenomenal means -- able to buy equipment that I never knew existed.
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Friday, November 16, 2007
Thanks for nothing
I bought a battery for the car. The design of the engine compartment makes changing it, well ... not simple.
Hey, nutjobs! If you design it impossible, then free oil, battery or whatever, changes should come with it. I found out on the year previous, you had to remove a wheel to get to the battery. What company chair approved that design?
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toupee or not toupee
I got a great rumor ... interesting, nonetheless, that someone at work has a "nice looking", realistic toupee, perhaps. There is no open confession of, "yes ... it's a toupee", but reactions and suspicions arise around a person and his toupee. I never noticed, but then again, I never cared. Toupees are make up for the follicle vain.
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Moa & Nixon book

So far, the format is junk, but I'll stick with it for a while. It started with:
Abstract
Intro
Initialize
Begin
Well, the basics are for people who don't know -- sadly, not something I can easily skip through while listening. Communism, isolationism, idealogical differences, trade agreements. The purpose of the trip was clear, but I didn't know that it took three years of working to get to a point where Nixon could get there.
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Thursday, November 15, 2007
I was ... cough

wrong. Oh my, I wrote it! I was wrong. I will now write that Reagan was guilty in being human, having two weaknesses; trust in others -- even to his undoing, and in never firing someone, as he needed to do. Both of these are typical frailties of humans. I somewhat doubt that he was unaware of the contra deal, but with his delegation of tasks to others, it is not impossible. Therefore, I feel that history will and should look favorably upon his presidency. Damn my persistence!
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Wednesday, November 14, 2007
drove a friend to hospital today
A family friend called ... kidney stones, had to go to hospital. I was, of course, on my way to work but certainly pitched in to help the poor man. Ouch! I called after work to find that he was discharged. I understand that he passed one.
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Tuesday, November 13, 2007
What's worse than waiting for
What's worse than waiting for a train? There was two.
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despite
my misgivings and prior disgruntlements about Reagan, I have a little greater appreciation for him, after hearing some of his diaries. I could go into a rant of, "How can you say someone is important if they don't have their picture on bubblegum cards"+, but that wouldn't be for much effort.
+ Peanuts
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Good man
House 79 of State Representation, Indiana. Mike Ripley.
He believes that marriage is a union between one man and one woman. check
He believes we should not use money for illegal immigrants. check
He believes we should better protect veterans and families for their services, sacrifices. check
Huh ... no doubt, he asks for input, holds stances that are mostly inarguable, how could I go wrong? He's always had my vote. Thanks Mike!
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Hey man!
Is that "Freedom Rock", man?
"Yeah."
"Well, turn it off, man."
BTW: Thanks MR for fixing my idiocy ... well, in this case anyway
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Am I fearful?
I don't fear others ... I fear myself, what I could be, what I can do.
I might be the sword in the stone -- the symbol and weapon used so that others may "rightfully" rule. I may also be the beast of the apocalypse, who directs people to a false god, the anti-Christ, thereby damning them. Really, I fear the damage I can do as a person. I could do good (not to be confused with well), but my capacity for evil is as equal to my surrender to my human weaknesses, which are many.
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insidious
Or maybe it's Darth Sidious, either way, kickbacks are business practice. I was trying to learn one thing, learned yet a dark thing still. So, to whom do we pay protection money, I wonder. Hmmm, I'm a definitely not staying there for the "four course" meal, but rather will finish with my second course and be done there.
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Monday, November 12, 2007
Despite gloom... lovely colors of
Despite gloom... lovely colors of autumn. Thanks, God, for car good on rain & colors-however dimmed.
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Sunday, November 11, 2007
nightowl
Monday 5 - closing
Tuesday not at work
Wednesday 2 - 10
Thursday 5 - closing
Friday 5 - 11
Saturday 5 - closing
Sunday 4 - 10
Monday 4 - closing
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My first three hours of work today
looked like this! Only, where I was, I think Satan was in the background laughing at me. Damn him!
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Saturday, November 10, 2007
take you back to schooly
Want a whole lotta love ... want a whole lotta love!
I was going through the inventory and cost analysis of the store and found ... an inconsistency. There is a rounding in some figures that yield different figures. However slight, I must question why the rounding. I will consult the Hong Kong Book of Inventory and see what I gotta do.
I was told, you don't have to do ...
when I did it anyway, I found, well ... some things that need fixing and editing. I wonder if any of my work will be profitable -- to me.+
+ saving bacon
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Friday, November 09, 2007
essentially, the cops would ask
don't fire the gun while you're talking, they can't hear you.+ Sex offender beheaded, burnt, 'hanged unless he gets the singing sword'++. I'd say that is immediate karma.
Thanks to MR for find this.
+ Naked Gun
++ Bugs Bunny
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Shake it up
Well, there is a shortage of managers, can you believe it? That means that a couple are moved around and I stand a good chance of being pushed through to the next level, on basis of ability and need. Well, now, that's ok. That's God's will! God also has protected me from speeding tickets. I was speeding --- not excessively, right past a state trooper, but the trooper pulled over the pick-up truck next to me who wasn't going as fast. Perhaps that driver did something that I didn't see.
I have been able to position people in different areas so that they expand their repetoire being good for them and good for me. The more polished skills they have, the more flexible they are. The sad thing is, I don't have any hours to train anyone in particular areas.
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Mom made it home
My father rested and soon, I shall rest. Work and projects prevail and deny me sleep.
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Thursday, November 08, 2007
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
manual work
I now have three manuals that I have made for work. I am working on a fourth. I also spend my life at hospital and am working 6 days a week. I need a vacation. Tomorrow I go to a meeting, break, then work til late. I will write the impression of my manuals later.
My assignment from work: learn numbers, learn locations, learn product, be prepared to train others, oh ...
and you won't get any extra hours to do this.
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Monday, November 05, 2007
Constitutional appeasement
It's still,"the people, right, ", let's read it... "in order to form a more perfect union of confederate states". It's got liberty, peace, and finite powers to each branch. I know and believe in the checks and balances of the system making no branch superior. There is, however, no disclosure clause nor an abatement to branches unionizing through understood camaraderie for the purposes of power usurpation and retention.
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part deux, Durden
I am waiting to find the wall of people I have "killed" or saved by re-instilling a will to live and excel, forcing them to live in fear of reprisal if they do not fulfill their lifelong dream of becoming ... physicist or business owner, or what have you. My Tyler, not selling fat, certainly has a lot better "other life" than me, perhaps the drunkard me, adept at playing at the frailties of women who fall for my wiles is him -- Tyler, a bastard creation of my half-conscious self. Be it male proclivity or mere, over-sexed male tendencies, I hope the insidious me is limited to consensual sex, not expanding to desperate measures linked to my semi-revolutionary and socialist ideologies.+
not a communist, but rather a socialist reformer, international growth with domestic ownership, far apart from 3% conglomerate of the whole nation. I favor competitive nationalism over elitism through corporate dominion and offshore protection (security) as we have now.
In my vanity, I hope I have inadvertently or overtly saved people, whether they ever knew me or not. Not every Superman wears an "S" on his chest.
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yes, yes ... we all know what I said
There was the years of "Why, that's my penis" jokes. That was followed by, "I know what [name] is thinking ..."
Before that, my friends, we had, "lonely [rude term for female anatomy] in your face."
Later, in the 90s, you got, "This is the end--- of your mama's tits"
In review of my life ... it may not have been so acute, but rather chronic (puff, puff, pass) in progression; my madness, and my in situ Tyler Durden, never apart from me in entirety.
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So you can start shopping
This is my wish list. Thanks for thinking about each item. Any would be just fine, I don't really need them all. Oh, here's Izzy's wish list if you missed it.
I'll admit, mine is a longer list, but you'll no doubt admire my lofty goals, Don Quixote's "dream an impossible dream", Man of la Mancha holds no candle to this --my perversion.
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forecast for snow
Snow? That stinks. I don't want that now! It's too early.
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Sunday, November 04, 2007
My mom made it through
My mom made it through 2 surgeries. 1 more on wednesday. then I can sleep.
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Saturday, November 03, 2007
Friday, November 02, 2007
stressful days
I was at my wits end ... couldn't vent, turned it inward and grew despondent. Now, I just want to vent ... so, I'm going to find a violent online game and play it for venting.
Mum's in hospital, moved to another room, won't leave for another day or two. No visit she has made has ever been short. She's in no danger, thankfully, but there is a chance of heavy bleeding from an outpatient surgery. There are other stressors, but work doesn't alleviate the stress.
give me something to break
or
just shoot me
please
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Thursday, November 01, 2007
V-Day, remembered

I listened to audiobook, "Vagina Monologues". Due to its content, it is not for everyone. From a man's perspective, it was interesting, especially if you through in the psychological perspective. It is not as "helpful" as I would have thought, though it is theraputic many. Any woman who has "issues", especially in self-doubt, expression, or has suffered a smashing of herself at the force or corruption from others, ought to listen to this presentation.
-- the sickness and depravity of FGM (female genital mutilation) is not made as crystal clear as it should be. Especially true is the cold, hard fact that often the facilitators in the non-surgical butchery are often female family members. Talk about a mind **ck! Your mom holding you down to suffer pain and misery and to deny you sexual pleasure, and likely infection and premature malignancies and death. Great!
From the series, I'm rather like Bob, though I doubt that I'd stare for a whole hour, but would rather invite her to accept that she is beautiful and that she, a whole, cannot but "separated" as it were from her vagina.
If there were the corollary, I'd note that my member would wear spelunking gear (perhaps casual jeans and sweatshirt) and would (in two words) declare,
"back again" or "you're supercalafragalisticexpialladocious"
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save the humor, he's just plain jerk

guy at work ... unfailing jerk. His abilities are like Superman's, far beyond those of mere human mortals. He is the Jerk, some putz in command, or rather with title, only wishing he had real command. Imagine, if you will, a 14-year old with adolescent lust, yet virginal. Picture a chronological adult with such stupidity, limitations and "passions", and you have this putz. He's all that without the humor. This person makes work much more intolerable. What's worse, this plucky duck holds a higher position.
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Learning the trade
I am continually adding to the manual for work. While I wasn't given one, I thought the next people might like to know how to do things, therefore, I'm making one. I have it just about finished for one "position" as it were. I'm now on to the next "level". If only I were given one, but, then that absence gave me an opportunity to shine.
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Tuesday, October 30, 2007
you'll have to chill for now, but maybe later, you'll get your chance
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Monday, October 29, 2007
This Ghostbuster wasn't fast enough on the draw

The thing erupted from the Diet Coke bottle and sadly, Egon was later consumed by the ectoplasmic poltergeist. MR shows chemical sense with Diet Coke + Mentos.
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Saturday, October 27, 2007
no gangsters
if rap wants to imitate some group, why not these early front-runners, eh?
no running, no driveby, no drug buy
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what do you get when you mix acid, middle school and markers
Oh, Tom Tom Cllub's "Genius of Love" ... that's right. I remember seeing this video and then being left with wondering who directed the video ... Chutney from Curtis? Youth, aspiration, dreaming, denial. Actually, I'd venture some petty middle-schooler might latch on well to this song.
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Friday, October 26, 2007
when you get two girls in front of the camera ...


It would help me much if anyone who reads this thing make no mention of the workplace, for as you see there isn't work going on.
This was not my original plan, but ... how could I say no.
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Thursday, October 25, 2007
What rhymes with buttwipe
There I was, " You move like them"+ at work and still, I had no time to do the right thing and make an appearance at a birthday celebration. Crud; crud, curd; or whatever what is a good foul substitute for what cows add as fertilizer. I'm not dedicated; heck, I don't rightly care. I have to feign it well to move on. "Schlemiel, schlimazel"++, let's move one already.
TPS reports and the like. Did you file ... well, no. The standard practice is leave it for the next guy or schmuck. How about we add some accountability here and say, "what's goin' on?"++
Work, a gaggle of geese lost in the shuffle of what goes where and that isn't important right now. I'm hating work, it is hatin' on me. Worse still, I elected, as it were, to help train "testicle man" -- all balls, no brain as of yet. My perfunctory response rymes with ship. I be asswipe.
+ "Matrix"
++"Laverne and Shirley"
+++ 4 Non-Blondes
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Tuesday, October 23, 2007
party over here, party over there
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Monday, October 22, 2007
cute video with psychology principles
What happens when you can't understand a change.
The puppy "knows" there is another puppy, but she can't bite her or play. She is mad, and can't understand it. Humans get like this too. When something doesn't match what you "know", then you get angry.
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naturally scary

While the picture is a bit blurred, I took it while driving ... it shows a scary house where people live. It reminds me of the farmhouse from "Night of the Living Dead".
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Are you listening to me?
Sometimes you get a fastball, slow ball, and a curve. Why is he looking at your shoes? Normally we look at each other for direction. No, I don't have E.D. or erectile dysfunction, "but there will come a day, when youth will pass away. What will they say about me?"+
+ "I'm Just a Gigolo"
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Friday, October 19, 2007
shielded blunt
"You do good"+, stated with measured trepidation. Rather than hang on a balance and let feelings be known, bland was my response, yeah, and I like the color off-white. I oughta ...
grow some balls.
I guess that's a weakness, brazen timidity in the face of "a sure thing". What's to lose ... everything. While a tornado raged Thursday, a thunderous cloud of doubt and question loomed. WTF? A man is offered, a chance with someone with the ease of moving a pawn B2-B3 white play one. There's no loss, though dangerous it is, exposing bishop. So, the pawn has little choice? No.
To fan out the clouds and smoke ...
I find a person interesting, but worried I am. She's neat, frollicly, but there's a generational gap. On top of all of this, her playfulness is likely just that; playful. She's neat. I think, end of story, she's about as inquisitive as she shows. She might have greater potential, but ultimately her best match guy would be:
dumb, kindly muscleman with an improbably well-paying job. In this case, she could be the brains and direct the guy, but would grow tired of him because she would have to direct someone so dim-witted.
I'm empty, alone, and I will have to accept that is my life. I don't like it. One girl at work I look as a niece, trying to help her reach goals and to give old guy advice that couples will fight, grow, and get over it. She's with a guy at work and they're twitter-pated. It's a good-deal likely that they'll have a years-long relationship that ends. No experience is wasted if you learn. So I encourage both to continue. If people argue or fight, then grow from it.
A flake at work is trying to figure out what I am. Am I a drug dealer who uses the job as a cash laundry and assumed identity or an otherwise insidious fiend whose life is shadowy and swampy in smell and appearance. Were my evils so prevalent, I'd be jailed so and justly. No, I'm lower than the narrator of "Fight Club", earning nothing like an auto company bean-counter. I am, however, bland, boring, and uninteresting.
+ middle school weary statement from "Mulan" where Mulan is "complimented" by her love with strong concern over pride and protocol.
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Thursday, October 18, 2007
Doing right when it hurts
I am totally against management on their "pick" for a management trainee. As it stands, my opinion doesn't matter and so I realize that they are the "ol' boys club" and there are no inroads to change that. I plan on getting as much out of the place as I can. When they decide to enter into the 1980s or post millennium, I might reconsider my thinking, as they will have to have done with theirs.
It would not shock me in the least if the management were extorting "favors" from employees. It reminds me of documentation from the '50s in the South were Blacks were in shanty towns, the Klan was government, not just in government and where the small group of men -- placed by circumstance, not election, hold unchecked power and in impulsive, at times sick minds; dictators not wholly aligned with evil.
In other words, perpetual fifteen year olds in charge of managing; where they are "amiss" in many categories more akin to adults, more especially prediction, forecasting, and compassion for others.
.......
I have, despite my objections to their pick for next runner up, have provided that guy with some material which may help him. I am not interested in seeing him fail, so I will try to help him. I would rather they wait for the "ripening" process. He is not ripe, nor is the management's ability to really train people. I see much fire walking. Walk on coals, learn that way.
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So what do I get?
So, there's a guy who took tests and review board for the next level. He clearly passed. I met him quickly in the evening and in other words, "now what". He is as disenchanted as I was for a long time. Since, it seems that they are willing to train me for the next level, I am "somewhat" revitalized in working there, for the moment.
His look was like, I don't like this, this, this, this, and this. These are and were my same arguments.
You have ten people, only ten people. Build the Empire State Building in one year. While you are running, spending every last drop of energy into the project, your fellows are working very hard, generally ignored and their efforts denied by other management; you are doomed to fail. Your other fellow managers look at you and seem to think, "Gosh, that looks like a lot of work. I'll just stand back and watch, despite the fact that I know I should participate." Herein is the troubling fact.
I mentioned to the GM that these people know the job I do now and supposedly know their job. It is not, however, demonstrated. They know they have to plan for the shift they are doing and plan for the next shift and consider everything for the hours of operation. I do that, but still I am not acknowledged for my attention to these things. That is why so many people get a bitter "F' it" attitude.
There are steps critical for management which include reprimanding and praising. They have yet to do anything with the praising. They have the reprimanding being "belittling", rather than focusing on using it to make progress, rather than to make someone feel bad.
I dare write that this guy will bow out and leave soon.
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