Ever wake up in a really good mood and have work ass-clowns try and destroy you from within?
I just got out of a meeting where the tone should have been fantastic, but instead turned into a complaint. As it stands for the rest of my day, headphones are going on and only business related emails and IMs are getting answered on the work computer.
The situation breaks down like this-meeting with my team quickly called to introduce a monthly bonus for the top 3 performers. Great news, right? Heck, we're even told what the criteria and dollar amount will be. Instead of excitement and creating a positive buzz-do you know what question gets asked? "Will we be taxed on the bonus? It's like 42%." Really? I mean this with the utmost in sincerity....REALLY??? Someone is offering you money you may or may not have a shot at (my group consists of 11 people, 1 in 11 equals a 9% chance of getting to the bonus.
I bring in my own laptop and type this up because we have free wi-fi in the building that has no tracking. Therefore I cannot get into trouble for typing this.
Damn I hate Energy Vampires.....to the headphones!!!!!
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Office Gripe #3
Three little words I live by the moment I walk into my office every day:
"Do Your Job"
It gained steam with me when I saw it on the "America's Game" presentation about the Patriots, showing coach Bill Belichick repeating the line multiple times. It was so profound that when Josh McDaniels was hired to coach the Denver Broncos that he had it painted on the wall at the training facility in Centennial, Colorado.
It fits, maybe even moreso, here in corporate America. I have barely been here 2 months only to find the same tired and bothersome behavior here in the cubefarm as it was 2 years ago. You would think with the economy barely recovering and gas prices at a ridiculous level that maybe folks would be on their toes to prove their worth. At least I did. And I'm dead wrong.
I get to work with people who are thrilled to pass the buck, not willing to even the minimal of their own requirements, and I get to answer questions that I have no clue about. Awesome. All this means is that it is the same as it ever was.
Well, here's the fun-I'm not. I am still the same person who believes in doing the right thing and if I help you then you can help me, and vice versa. The Golden Rule and that whole thing. This is business, not personal, and yet I get to be attacked in personal ways. Even when I'm brand spankin' new. Ain't that sweet? No problem, I know how to play it. 35 years, a bit of time off in the last 5 years sure has given me a different perspective. While I'm happy to be earning a paycheck, that doesn't mean I have to swallow shit to get it. Feels damn good to stand on my own 2 feet and my principles and just retort with sound business reasoning.
Sucks for them, don't it?
"Do Your Job"
It gained steam with me when I saw it on the "America's Game" presentation about the Patriots, showing coach Bill Belichick repeating the line multiple times. It was so profound that when Josh McDaniels was hired to coach the Denver Broncos that he had it painted on the wall at the training facility in Centennial, Colorado.
It fits, maybe even moreso, here in corporate America. I have barely been here 2 months only to find the same tired and bothersome behavior here in the cubefarm as it was 2 years ago. You would think with the economy barely recovering and gas prices at a ridiculous level that maybe folks would be on their toes to prove their worth. At least I did. And I'm dead wrong.
I get to work with people who are thrilled to pass the buck, not willing to even the minimal of their own requirements, and I get to answer questions that I have no clue about. Awesome. All this means is that it is the same as it ever was.
Well, here's the fun-I'm not. I am still the same person who believes in doing the right thing and if I help you then you can help me, and vice versa. The Golden Rule and that whole thing. This is business, not personal, and yet I get to be attacked in personal ways. Even when I'm brand spankin' new. Ain't that sweet? No problem, I know how to play it. 35 years, a bit of time off in the last 5 years sure has given me a different perspective. While I'm happy to be earning a paycheck, that doesn't mean I have to swallow shit to get it. Feels damn good to stand on my own 2 feet and my principles and just retort with sound business reasoning.
Sucks for them, don't it?
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
cleanup, aisle 23
No office gripes today, mostly looking forward to eating steak tonight as I wish for 3 of my friends kids to get out of the hospital in various locations all over the country (my thoughts and prayers are with all the lil' munchkins and their parents)....in case you and/or those said parents are bored, here are some things for you to ponder:
Michael Wilbon states that this is where the discussion on race needs to begin. I say to you that while it's an interesting take, the lead is buried, deep, in the 6th paragraph.
To add to the Jalen Rose/Fab Five/Grant Hill/Uncle Tom discussion, I give you Jason Whitlock. Some will tell you Whitlock always brings race into it, and he may. I'm not going to judge that argument, I'm judging the article, and what caught my eye was this quote: "Bitterness is a cancer that spreads." Hell yes it is.
In case you were looking for a decent word to describe the NCAA, I think 'hypocrisy' has a nice ring to it, don't you?
Now on to more newsy type stuff:
I have to check, but here's hoping Colorado has the death penalty. Why? Here. Guy tried to rob a young couple, the young man steps in front to protect the woman (downright chivalrous) and gets killed in cold blood. Guy says he did it and leads them to the murder weapon? Nighty-night, dirtbag. Is there even a need for a trial (yes, there is)? But can we get the short, short version so we can make this quick and swift?
I didn't know that someone had to be told what not to say at a job interview. Really?
Hang 'em all by their toes, and then let an elementary school play 'punt the pedophile' in the school yard. Or is that too much?
What? Could the city of San Francisco really start to see the light? This is how you keep companies in town instead of looking to leave to oh, say, Denver..wait, now I'm torn.
Dear California-WEAK-read the whole article and write to the DA on why he didn't pursue the death penalty. And please, take away any other kids this 'woman' (and I use that term looser than her) may have. Horrid.
I'm putting this out there-where is the outcry for the attacks on Libya? Isn't this another case of 'not our war'? All the regular players (I'm staring at you, NBC, ABC, CBS, CNN, MSNBC, NY Times, Washington Post, MoveOn, etc.) are pretty quiet.
Lastly, on Matt Cooke-while we can all sit here as hockey fans, or Bruins fans, and think "it's about time", I'd like to link to Cooke's comment after he received his suspension:
"I realize and understand, more so now than ever, that I need to change," Cooke said Monday night, according to the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette. "That's what I wanted my message to be."
Dear Matt-how about finding some type of counseling on how not to be a douchebag? And where is high and mighty Penguins owner Mario Lemieux? Cut this clown already.
And to Colin Campbell-I sure do hope your days are numbered, having you as the chief disciplinarian is becoming more hazardous to player safety than Matt Cooke...just sayin'.
And I'm out.....
Michael Wilbon states that this is where the discussion on race needs to begin. I say to you that while it's an interesting take, the lead is buried, deep, in the 6th paragraph.
To add to the Jalen Rose/Fab Five/Grant Hill/Uncle Tom discussion, I give you Jason Whitlock. Some will tell you Whitlock always brings race into it, and he may. I'm not going to judge that argument, I'm judging the article, and what caught my eye was this quote: "Bitterness is a cancer that spreads." Hell yes it is.
In case you were looking for a decent word to describe the NCAA, I think 'hypocrisy' has a nice ring to it, don't you?
Now on to more newsy type stuff:
I have to check, but here's hoping Colorado has the death penalty. Why? Here. Guy tried to rob a young couple, the young man steps in front to protect the woman (downright chivalrous) and gets killed in cold blood. Guy says he did it and leads them to the murder weapon? Nighty-night, dirtbag. Is there even a need for a trial (yes, there is)? But can we get the short, short version so we can make this quick and swift?
I didn't know that someone had to be told what not to say at a job interview. Really?
Hang 'em all by their toes, and then let an elementary school play 'punt the pedophile' in the school yard. Or is that too much?
What? Could the city of San Francisco really start to see the light? This is how you keep companies in town instead of looking to leave to oh, say, Denver..wait, now I'm torn.
Dear California-WEAK-read the whole article and write to the DA on why he didn't pursue the death penalty. And please, take away any other kids this 'woman' (and I use that term looser than her) may have. Horrid.
I'm putting this out there-where is the outcry for the attacks on Libya? Isn't this another case of 'not our war'? All the regular players (I'm staring at you, NBC, ABC, CBS, CNN, MSNBC, NY Times, Washington Post, MoveOn, etc.) are pretty quiet.
Lastly, on Matt Cooke-while we can all sit here as hockey fans, or Bruins fans, and think "it's about time", I'd like to link to Cooke's comment after he received his suspension:
"I realize and understand, more so now than ever, that I need to change," Cooke said Monday night, according to the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette. "That's what I wanted my message to be."
Dear Matt-how about finding some type of counseling on how not to be a douchebag? And where is high and mighty Penguins owner Mario Lemieux? Cut this clown already.
And to Colin Campbell-I sure do hope your days are numbered, having you as the chief disciplinarian is becoming more hazardous to player safety than Matt Cooke...just sayin'.
And I'm out.....
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Cleanup, aisle 22
In response to some of the things I posted yesterday:
Whodathunk that the Bruins would have an ally in the Washington Capitals? Yup, me neither.
Grant Hill, very politely, telling Jalen Rose and the rest of the 'Uncle Tom' Clan to can it.
Now for something new:
Randy, I will take you back with open arms and a dirt cheap contract!!
Fear the Stern! You vill buck down to everydthing I unnounce (Col. Clink voice). I swear, dude is a tyrant in an expensive suit.
Guess I should be glad I quit a certain company when I did? Damn!!! For a certain someone I see every Saturday, ya better hope the Mrs. doesn't see this one (wink!)
Whodathunk that the Bruins would have an ally in the Washington Capitals? Yup, me neither.
Grant Hill, very politely, telling Jalen Rose and the rest of the 'Uncle Tom' Clan to can it.
Now for something new:
Randy, I will take you back with open arms and a dirt cheap contract!!
Fear the Stern! You vill buck down to everydthing I unnounce (Col. Clink voice). I swear, dude is a tyrant in an expensive suit.
Guess I should be glad I quit a certain company when I did? Damn!!! For a certain someone I see every Saturday, ya better hope the Mrs. doesn't see this one (wink!)
Office Gripe #2
To the person bucking for a promotion-we get it.
Sometimes praise can get to someone's head. So can the thought of a director coming into town. This stuff would be hilarious if it weren't so sad. All week I get to see people like they rolled out of bed, now the big bad director shows up and it's time to dust off your going-out clothes? C'mon now!
And here's where the real gripe kicks in. My teammates and I have been impressed with the way a person from the 'old guard' has treated us. But after receiving a shout-out in our all hands meeting yesterday morning, it's gone to her head. Now she wants to tell me about everything I need to worry about. Relax, lady. I'm an hourly chump, and so far, I've been doing a very good job.
Again, we get it, you're trying to show out. Good for you-now go boss around someone else, please.
Lastly-is there anything more annoying than someone getting fingerprints on your computer screen? Hey nimrod, you can just point, you don't have to smudge your cheetos-infested mitt on my screen.....we're in an office, so it for damn sure ain't an iPad. Damn!! Now I get to go hunt down cleaning supplies.
R.I.P. Nathaniel Hale-your ability to sing a hook will be missed. 41 is way too young to go.
Sometimes praise can get to someone's head. So can the thought of a director coming into town. This stuff would be hilarious if it weren't so sad. All week I get to see people like they rolled out of bed, now the big bad director shows up and it's time to dust off your going-out clothes? C'mon now!
And here's where the real gripe kicks in. My teammates and I have been impressed with the way a person from the 'old guard' has treated us. But after receiving a shout-out in our all hands meeting yesterday morning, it's gone to her head. Now she wants to tell me about everything I need to worry about. Relax, lady. I'm an hourly chump, and so far, I've been doing a very good job.
Again, we get it, you're trying to show out. Good for you-now go boss around someone else, please.
Lastly-is there anything more annoying than someone getting fingerprints on your computer screen? Hey nimrod, you can just point, you don't have to smudge your cheetos-infested mitt on my screen.....we're in an office, so it for damn sure ain't an iPad. Damn!! Now I get to go hunt down cleaning supplies.
R.I.P. Nathaniel Hale-your ability to sing a hook will be missed. 41 is way too young to go.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Cleanup, aisle 21
Things to think about when 'Fight The Power' by P.E. comes on your radio, then realize that song was made in 1989....damn I'm getting old!:
So now I know how much a 20 yr. old undergrad student is worth at Notre Dame, per the Indiana Department of Labor...$77K. Stay classy, assclowns. There is no money that will bring back Declan Sullivan.
Brilliant. You'd think after All-World C Sidney Crosby got dinged and All-Star C Marc Savard may never play again that NHL GMs might consider banning headshots....nah. Dummies. I've been calling for Colin Campbell to go away, so here's an idea I can second.
Donald Sterling, you are one classy SOB. If you thought this guy was bad in race relations, look at how he treats Cancer patients-on his own payroll!!! I love the excuse of 'if we do it for you, we'll have to do it for everyone else'....yeah, so? I don't know how much money is too much, but if I had this kind of scratch, I'm pretty sure that after I set Ma Dukes up to live comfy, get my God-kiddos college covered, next would be my friends other kids, then my friends. Heck, even some d-bag I hated at work would get money towards his bills if he had cancer. For real, Don Sterling-there is a special place in hell for cold, heartless, racist bastards like you. Daayam!
Here's some relationship advice....maybe?
People unclear on the concept-look no further than Cleveland, Texas. Yup, it was the 11 year old girl's fault she got raped. I read that link and just shook my head. People really are this damn stupid, and they keep procreating. Let this happen to one of their kids and see how they don't blame the kid. 11? At what point, as a guy, do you start to look around and think that maybe, just maybe, this girl is too young? Being the joking type of pervert is one thing, what these guys did is criminal and should be punished with time in the general population. I've said it before and I'll state it again-prison has it's own moral code, and they don't take kindly to pedophiles.
And now for something that may or may not get me in trouble. Read this article by Jason Whitlock. I like Jason. And in this case, I agree with him. Jason, if you ever read this, please slap the taste out of Jimmy King's mouth for even uttering the phrase 'Uncle Tom'. It's more divisive than when a white guy drops the so-called 'N-Bomb'. Make sure to click on the link to watch Jimmy King make a complete dope of himself. Oh, and to Skip Bayless-way to show some balls, buddy. Nice softball question. Why is it that an old episode of 'Fresh Prince' can trigger the proper response (cut to the 1:33 mark, or the 1:49 mark to hear the word 'sellout')? I'll say this to anyone, and I don't care the color of your skin: Go get yours, and if people want to hate, then let 'em. Haters make the world go 'round. That just means you're doing something right.
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Now playing: Black Moon - Two Turntables & A Mic
via FoxyTunes
So now I know how much a 20 yr. old undergrad student is worth at Notre Dame, per the Indiana Department of Labor...$77K. Stay classy, assclowns. There is no money that will bring back Declan Sullivan.
Brilliant. You'd think after All-World C Sidney Crosby got dinged and All-Star C Marc Savard may never play again that NHL GMs might consider banning headshots....nah. Dummies. I've been calling for Colin Campbell to go away, so here's an idea I can second.
Donald Sterling, you are one classy SOB. If you thought this guy was bad in race relations, look at how he treats Cancer patients-on his own payroll!!! I love the excuse of 'if we do it for you, we'll have to do it for everyone else'....yeah, so? I don't know how much money is too much, but if I had this kind of scratch, I'm pretty sure that after I set Ma Dukes up to live comfy, get my God-kiddos college covered, next would be my friends other kids, then my friends. Heck, even some d-bag I hated at work would get money towards his bills if he had cancer. For real, Don Sterling-there is a special place in hell for cold, heartless, racist bastards like you. Daayam!
Here's some relationship advice....maybe?
People unclear on the concept-look no further than Cleveland, Texas. Yup, it was the 11 year old girl's fault she got raped. I read that link and just shook my head. People really are this damn stupid, and they keep procreating. Let this happen to one of their kids and see how they don't blame the kid. 11? At what point, as a guy, do you start to look around and think that maybe, just maybe, this girl is too young? Being the joking type of pervert is one thing, what these guys did is criminal and should be punished with time in the general population. I've said it before and I'll state it again-prison has it's own moral code, and they don't take kindly to pedophiles.
And now for something that may or may not get me in trouble. Read this article by Jason Whitlock. I like Jason. And in this case, I agree with him. Jason, if you ever read this, please slap the taste out of Jimmy King's mouth for even uttering the phrase 'Uncle Tom'. It's more divisive than when a white guy drops the so-called 'N-Bomb'. Make sure to click on the link to watch Jimmy King make a complete dope of himself. Oh, and to Skip Bayless-way to show some balls, buddy. Nice softball question. Why is it that an old episode of 'Fresh Prince' can trigger the proper response (cut to the 1:33 mark, or the 1:49 mark to hear the word 'sellout')? I'll say this to anyone, and I don't care the color of your skin: Go get yours, and if people want to hate, then let 'em. Haters make the world go 'round. That just means you're doing something right.
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Now playing: Black Moon - Two Turntables & A Mic
via FoxyTunes
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Wow....just....wow
A quick note of thanks.....
to My Mom-for laughing at my awful jokes and telling me how proud of me she is.
to my baby bro-for finally being honest with himself, and in turn, me.
to my friends, the truest of the true-you got my back, and I have yours.
to the family-for proving I can find my version of honesty and truth no matter where I am.
to my look up to heaven-yup, Pops, you were right again. I miss you a lot, today was a good lesson why, and not just at work.
and to the halftruthers, the almostwere's, the justthisclose types-Thank you. For being who you are. For proving the adages I've known my whole life but thought I could change. For that slice of inspiration.
A leopard doesn't change his spots.
If you want to find yourself, reach between your legs, and there you are.
Being right doesn't mean you win.
The measure of a man isn't how many times he can get knocked down, it's how many times he can get up.
Patience can be learned.
Sometimes you do need to stop and listen.
If you're bored amongst yourself, think of how boring you are to others.
They're called the 7 deadly sins for a reason.
You can squeeze something so tight that it can't breathe.
As for the inspiration-I could be mad, sad, angry, in despair, panic, have the wind knocked out of me, or numb. This is not a sad clown tale. This is a thank you note-to the world.
Henry Rollins was right-"The Iron Doesn't Lie."
Oh, and in case you haven't figured it out....well, just wait and see.
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Now playing: Kanye West - Runaway (feat. Pusha T)
*******Addendum********
Contrary to what you might think, this is not me signing off, of anything-of the blog, the job, living in Denver, anything. While I appreciate the concern I have received from various parts of the country, I can assure you, I will not be doing anything remotely what you may be thinking. I won't state that you ought to trust me, because that isn't something I would ever say to anyone. Add that to the rules above:
If someone says 'Trust me', run the other way.
Sorry if that message above was cryptic, what it means is 3 things:
1. the book, which should be entitled, 'Alright, Now What?!' has been outlined. As in that part is done, complete, finito.
2. the website, which has yet to be titled (leaning towards a couple of different things), is in the works. That means I will have 3-4 writers (unpaid, duh) to discuss various topics.
3. thanks to the inspiration mentioned above, and other various things, it is about time I do what I've been fearful of doing since October of 2008-it's time to get back on stage. I will be tracking down open mic nights, writing and re-writing material, practicing it on the 7 people that show up, working on visualization of success (because it works), and in the end burning myself out doing things I like to do.
I will share that one of the main items of motivation/inspiration/thinking it's time is my family. In the next day or two I will explain in more detail, but know that my family (biological and extended) have proven to be a much bigger, better, and more badass than I could have imagined.
Miss you tons, Biggie!
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Now playing: The Notorious B.I.G. - I Love The Dough
via FoxyTunes
to My Mom-for laughing at my awful jokes and telling me how proud of me she is.
to my baby bro-for finally being honest with himself, and in turn, me.
to my friends, the truest of the true-you got my back, and I have yours.
to the family-for proving I can find my version of honesty and truth no matter where I am.
to my look up to heaven-yup, Pops, you were right again. I miss you a lot, today was a good lesson why, and not just at work.
and to the halftruthers, the almostwere's, the justthisclose types-Thank you. For being who you are. For proving the adages I've known my whole life but thought I could change. For that slice of inspiration.
A leopard doesn't change his spots.
If you want to find yourself, reach between your legs, and there you are.
Being right doesn't mean you win.
The measure of a man isn't how many times he can get knocked down, it's how many times he can get up.
Patience can be learned.
Sometimes you do need to stop and listen.
If you're bored amongst yourself, think of how boring you are to others.
They're called the 7 deadly sins for a reason.
You can squeeze something so tight that it can't breathe.
As for the inspiration-I could be mad, sad, angry, in despair, panic, have the wind knocked out of me, or numb. This is not a sad clown tale. This is a thank you note-to the world.
Henry Rollins was right-"The Iron Doesn't Lie."
Oh, and in case you haven't figured it out....well, just wait and see.
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Now playing: Kanye West - Runaway (feat. Pusha T)
*******Addendum********
Contrary to what you might think, this is not me signing off, of anything-of the blog, the job, living in Denver, anything. While I appreciate the concern I have received from various parts of the country, I can assure you, I will not be doing anything remotely what you may be thinking. I won't state that you ought to trust me, because that isn't something I would ever say to anyone. Add that to the rules above:
If someone says 'Trust me', run the other way.
Sorry if that message above was cryptic, what it means is 3 things:
1. the book, which should be entitled, 'Alright, Now What?!' has been outlined. As in that part is done, complete, finito.
2. the website, which has yet to be titled (leaning towards a couple of different things), is in the works. That means I will have 3-4 writers (unpaid, duh) to discuss various topics.
3. thanks to the inspiration mentioned above, and other various things, it is about time I do what I've been fearful of doing since October of 2008-it's time to get back on stage. I will be tracking down open mic nights, writing and re-writing material, practicing it on the 7 people that show up, working on visualization of success (because it works), and in the end burning myself out doing things I like to do.
I will share that one of the main items of motivation/inspiration/thinking it's time is my family. In the next day or two I will explain in more detail, but know that my family (biological and extended) have proven to be a much bigger, better, and more badass than I could have imagined.
Miss you tons, Biggie!
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Now playing: The Notorious B.I.G. - I Love The Dough
via FoxyTunes
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Your hindsight needs adjustment
Quickly, two giant middle fingers to 2 fine upstanding academic institutions....
Dear Notre Dame:
Why the double bird to the Fightin' Irish? Well, first things first-they suck at fighting, recruiting, and most other things they were known for 20 years ago. And then the geniuses at the University come out with the brilliant idea that they should no longer allow hydraulic lifts to videotape football practice. Super, but this still doesn't bring Declan Sullivan back from the dead nor fix the piss poor judgement used to allow him up in that stupid lift when wind gusts were blowing 60 mph. For that, Notre Dame, go fuck yourself with a rake.
Dear The Ohio State University:
Why the double bird to these assholes? Well, first it was some players swapped clothes for tattoos, but could play in their bowl game. Then it was that all kids had to accept their 5 game suspensions, but could still play in the bowl game. Then it came out that the head coach knew about this crap last April, when spring practice is going on. Hmmm, seems like they could have handled this stuff before the season started, wouldn't you think? Uh oh, now come to find out that may be true, because the big bad university decided to suspend the coach two whole games and fine him $250K. Which would be outstanding, until you find out that Jim Tressel's salary is $3.5 Million dollars a year, not including endorsements, his take from Nike, coaching camps, etc. Dear OSU, go fuck yourself with a bag of rusty nails, I see right thru this charade of a punishment. And I don't even like the Big Ten. Tressel should be fired and those kids ought to be expelled, end of story. Institution of higher learning my ass. More like how to cheat and barely accept any responsibility 101. Jagoffs.
Dear Notre Dame:
Why the double bird to the Fightin' Irish? Well, first things first-they suck at fighting, recruiting, and most other things they were known for 20 years ago. And then the geniuses at the University come out with the brilliant idea that they should no longer allow hydraulic lifts to videotape football practice. Super, but this still doesn't bring Declan Sullivan back from the dead nor fix the piss poor judgement used to allow him up in that stupid lift when wind gusts were blowing 60 mph. For that, Notre Dame, go fuck yourself with a rake.Dear The Ohio State University:
Why the double bird to these assholes? Well, first it was some players swapped clothes for tattoos, but could play in their bowl game. Then it was that all kids had to accept their 5 game suspensions, but could still play in the bowl game. Then it came out that the head coach knew about this crap last April, when spring practice is going on. Hmmm, seems like they could have handled this stuff before the season started, wouldn't you think? Uh oh, now come to find out that may be true, because the big bad university decided to suspend the coach two whole games and fine him $250K. Which would be outstanding, until you find out that Jim Tressel's salary is $3.5 Million dollars a year, not including endorsements, his take from Nike, coaching camps, etc. Dear OSU, go fuck yourself with a bag of rusty nails, I see right thru this charade of a punishment. And I don't even like the Big Ten. Tressel should be fired and those kids ought to be expelled, end of story. Institution of higher learning my ass. More like how to cheat and barely accept any responsibility 101. Jagoffs.
Office Gripe #1
Now that I'm back in the land of the cubicle farm, I have forgotten how many things there are that I don't miss....and here is public enemy #1....
Shut the hell up already!!!
In my cube farm, I am two rows of carpet and 4 rows of people away from a break room. I have on headphones at times, and always have a telecom headset on....why on God's green earth can I hear these people better than I can hear my own team that sits next to me? I don't want to hear about your gall bladder surgery, or who you think has a great skill set, or even worse...great pedigree? When the hell did work turn into the Westminster Dog Show?
I swear, it's like these people have been shouting at each other for so long they don't know that they're stuck at '11' and need to bring it down to a '2', or also known as-Inside Voice, fool!!!
Shut the hell up already!!!
In my cube farm, I am two rows of carpet and 4 rows of people away from a break room. I have on headphones at times, and always have a telecom headset on....why on God's green earth can I hear these people better than I can hear my own team that sits next to me? I don't want to hear about your gall bladder surgery, or who you think has a great skill set, or even worse...great pedigree? When the hell did work turn into the Westminster Dog Show?
I swear, it's like these people have been shouting at each other for so long they don't know that they're stuck at '11' and need to bring it down to a '2', or also known as-Inside Voice, fool!!!
Thursday, March 3, 2011
All sorts of fired up
You may know me as a jokester, a smartass, a funny kinda guy, but you probably also know me as the person can get, shall I say, a wee bit passionate about certain ideas and things that happen.
Well right now my blood is boiling. I just witnessed someone be treated as less than a human being. Now, while I can usually tolerate all sorts of behavior, in this case I can't and I won't. So what did I see? I saw a person who barely speaks English behind the counter of a fast food joint. In front of me in line was a man who was far too joyous to be getting a meal deal. He was, for lack of a better phrase, 'special needs'. This young man placed his order (when I say young man, he could have been anywhere from 18-24) and took his receipt. I placed my order, got my food and sat down. I noticed that this guy hadn't gotten his food, and was about to ask him if he needed any help. (Sidenote, he didn't have Downs Syndrome, just 'mildly' [I hate that term] retarded) Before I got get my fat ass off of my chair he walked up to the counter and politely asked, "Excuse me, did I miss my order" in the kind of tone that would make you well up. That tubby-barely-english-speaking pile of goo (yup, it's comin') snapped at him and I think told him to wait. By now I had already turned away from this, but I heard it. And whatever reaction I had my two boothmates saw it in my eyes and apparently my head turned red.
The kid said, "sorry, it must be a mistake".
I told myself that if she snapped at him again I was going to be the loud, obnoxious, overprotective honky that I'm quite capable of being. So now I sit here stewing. Mad that nothing else happened, mad that this guy who was overjoyed at the thought of Gawdawful food had his day ruined, and even moreso-I'm pissed at myself for not standing up immediately. I usually wait, but sometimes there is a time to pounce. I'm thinking now, in hindsight, that here was one of those moments.
I know I say the word 'retarded' all the time. I know for certain that I have one friend who despises it when I say it. Well maybe I found something out. I was planning on giving up fast food and potentially facebook for Lent. Maybe I can add that word to my list. Maybe for 40 days I can stop saying that word. I highly doubt it, but it might be worth a shot. Or better than that-what if I just start to announce my presence with authority every time someone decides to be a douche to someone who isn't equipped to handle it? How about that? At my height, weight, and overall ugliness, I'm pretty sure I can stop some folks from being world class assholes to their fellow man.
Feel free to tell your friends, and put the d-bags on notice-I'm mad, and that ain't good for folks who treat others wrong just because they think they can get away with it. Anyone got a good lawyer on speed dial? I have a funny feeling I'm going to need it.
And for the guy for whom I didn't jump up and help you out, wherever you are-I'm sorry. I'll do my best to make sure it never happens again.
Well right now my blood is boiling. I just witnessed someone be treated as less than a human being. Now, while I can usually tolerate all sorts of behavior, in this case I can't and I won't. So what did I see? I saw a person who barely speaks English behind the counter of a fast food joint. In front of me in line was a man who was far too joyous to be getting a meal deal. He was, for lack of a better phrase, 'special needs'. This young man placed his order (when I say young man, he could have been anywhere from 18-24) and took his receipt. I placed my order, got my food and sat down. I noticed that this guy hadn't gotten his food, and was about to ask him if he needed any help. (Sidenote, he didn't have Downs Syndrome, just 'mildly' [I hate that term] retarded) Before I got get my fat ass off of my chair he walked up to the counter and politely asked, "Excuse me, did I miss my order" in the kind of tone that would make you well up. That tubby-barely-english-speaking pile of goo (yup, it's comin') snapped at him and I think told him to wait. By now I had already turned away from this, but I heard it. And whatever reaction I had my two boothmates saw it in my eyes and apparently my head turned red.
The kid said, "sorry, it must be a mistake".
I told myself that if she snapped at him again I was going to be the loud, obnoxious, overprotective honky that I'm quite capable of being. So now I sit here stewing. Mad that nothing else happened, mad that this guy who was overjoyed at the thought of Gawdawful food had his day ruined, and even moreso-I'm pissed at myself for not standing up immediately. I usually wait, but sometimes there is a time to pounce. I'm thinking now, in hindsight, that here was one of those moments.
I know I say the word 'retarded' all the time. I know for certain that I have one friend who despises it when I say it. Well maybe I found something out. I was planning on giving up fast food and potentially facebook for Lent. Maybe I can add that word to my list. Maybe for 40 days I can stop saying that word. I highly doubt it, but it might be worth a shot. Or better than that-what if I just start to announce my presence with authority every time someone decides to be a douche to someone who isn't equipped to handle it? How about that? At my height, weight, and overall ugliness, I'm pretty sure I can stop some folks from being world class assholes to their fellow man.
Feel free to tell your friends, and put the d-bags on notice-I'm mad, and that ain't good for folks who treat others wrong just because they think they can get away with it. Anyone got a good lawyer on speed dial? I have a funny feeling I'm going to need it.
And for the guy for whom I didn't jump up and help you out, wherever you are-I'm sorry. I'll do my best to make sure it never happens again.
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