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.
Gradually degenerating into ignorance and complacency.
Monday, October 22, 2007
cute video with psychology principles
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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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Tuesday, October 16, 2007
arise knight

Sir Essence of Mir.
Surrender to you, a squire? Never!
You're right. You'll have to knight me.
Keep it Lucius!
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She has a little problem with the lawn mower
Die thing die!
I'll turn it back in to get a refund.
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What they should have done was ...
a life-ending operation. Some felon gets a surgery in prison at taxpayer expense. How believable. America, wake up, make people accountable. This crap has to end.
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Monday, October 15, 2007
realignment

One moved on ... one's standing by, and I'm hoping for a chance. Personnel and political change at work. Sadly, the wrong card was pulled from the deck, leaving it incomplete. I might start getting trained for the next level, or maybe not. We'll see. I was told, "show interest ... follow numbers." With one man's leaving, I was asked if I was basically now doing everything that he was doing.
Uh, no. It is not a trade card for card. In a game, not quite "screw your neighbor", you might trade up or trade worse. Even trading worse you might not lose.
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Sunday, October 14, 2007
buck and a quarter
I saw and thankfully missed a buck trotting across the highway, seemingly with something on his mind. Later, seven some minutes and 2.1 miles away, I barely missed a doe who was easily startled. Perhaps they were a feuding couple or UDW (united deer workers) unhappy with concessions.
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another week
Starting date October 14
N: 2 - 9
M: 11-5
T: OFF
W: 4-10
R: 5 - close
F: 2-9
S: 11-8
N: 11-8
M: 11-5
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Friday, October 12, 2007
Business in parody, analogy
Who moved the cheez-whiz and Bollywood's Animal Farm married to Teflon Don Amiche. I'm listening to Animals, Inc., which is a bad version of a low budget rockumentary slasher environmental film. When hearing it, you wonder if the goal was to include every possible pun on animals running a farm, poorly, or the concept of bad management.
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Show us your asses!
They did. There is a farm off the highway that has donkeys or asses who were happily munching as I passed them today.
Speaking of asses ... I worked today, some clientele and personnel played the part.
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