I doeth sitteth here in mine cubed-icle,
And those voices to me doth speaketh...
"Do you drug?...
Do you need drugs?
When your brain gives out
When you want to scream and shout..."
And thusly mine wrinkled skull-fruits
Do speaketh unto mine self-anointed
Consciousness of Mondo Bah.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Friday, March 16, 2007
The Week from Hell
I suppose we can always learn something from any given set of circumstances, from any situation - if our minds and attitudes are right.
Did I make the mistake of praying for more patience? :O We're working like dogs right now at the office. My poor supervisor is coming in at 7 am and leaving at 10:30 pm. Keep in mind, she's well over sixty years old, has diabetes to boot. But the powers-that-be still don't mind in the least implying that we'll all lose our jobs if we don't meet the deadline (just so the Chief Big-Crap gets a promotion...)
(note: gotta love Utah. It's one of those "right-to-work" states. Which means, the employers have the right to rape their employees six ways from Sunday and get away with it. Hypocrites praying to God on Sunday and then screwing everyone over Monday through Saturday in worship of their true Master: The Almighty Dollar...)
Sometimes, I really do understand why Marxism and socialism came about. And why Lenin and his revolutionaries slaughtered so many upper-class (ie, upper-management) types. I'm not advocating that behavior, per se; I'm simply stating the fact that I do understand where all the anger, frustration and even rage comes from.
Anyway, I'm flunking the patience thing right now. I drove around at lunch yesterday, venting. I think I must have used variations of "f---" and "m------------s" about 500 times in fifteen minutes. Seriously.
I know. Someday the scales will balance and the dollar-chasing, glory-seeking types who run rough-shod over the peons who got them there will get what they've got coming. But sometimes I wish that I could be the one to wreak vengeance, wrath, havoc, etc.
Patience. I know.
Did I make the mistake of praying for more patience? :O We're working like dogs right now at the office. My poor supervisor is coming in at 7 am and leaving at 10:30 pm. Keep in mind, she's well over sixty years old, has diabetes to boot. But the powers-that-be still don't mind in the least implying that we'll all lose our jobs if we don't meet the deadline (just so the Chief Big-Crap gets a promotion...)
(note: gotta love Utah. It's one of those "right-to-work" states. Which means, the employers have the right to rape their employees six ways from Sunday and get away with it. Hypocrites praying to God on Sunday and then screwing everyone over Monday through Saturday in worship of their true Master: The Almighty Dollar...)
Sometimes, I really do understand why Marxism and socialism came about. And why Lenin and his revolutionaries slaughtered so many upper-class (ie, upper-management) types. I'm not advocating that behavior, per se; I'm simply stating the fact that I do understand where all the anger, frustration and even rage comes from.
Anyway, I'm flunking the patience thing right now. I drove around at lunch yesterday, venting. I think I must have used variations of "f---" and "m------------s" about 500 times in fifteen minutes. Seriously.
I know. Someday the scales will balance and the dollar-chasing, glory-seeking types who run rough-shod over the peons who got them there will get what they've got coming. But sometimes I wish that I could be the one to wreak vengeance, wrath, havoc, etc.
Patience. I know.
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Sims 2: Seasonings for my Evil Brain!
Ah, the latest brain-plague from Maxis is out. Sims 2: Seasons. Now, I can make my Sims grow gardens, rake leaves, stand out in the rain, throw snowballs at the neighbors, compost, make weird vegetable juices, etc etc etc.
(Mr Burns voice:) Excellent.
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
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Randomness
At least I'm don't have a giant statue of me, on an alien planet, filled with talking birds who are taking dumps in one of the statue's ear cavities. Poor Arthur Dent.
And at least, I am not a giant rabbi hunting rabbit. Or is that rabbit hunting rabbi? Or, is that...
And at least, I am not the poor fool who is (attempting) to manage Van Halen. Odds are 2:1 that somebody will get punched during the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame induction.
And, finally, I am grateful that no giant rat-like protuberances are growing from the insides of my nostrils.
Life is good.
And at least, I am not a giant rabbi hunting rabbit. Or is that rabbit hunting rabbi? Or, is that...
And at least, I am not the poor fool who is (attempting) to manage Van Halen. Odds are 2:1 that somebody will get punched during the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame induction.
And, finally, I am grateful that no giant rat-like protuberances are growing from the insides of my nostrils.
Life is good.
Sunday, March 04, 2007
It's Been A While - Bitch and Rant Session
Yes, I haven't posted anything in a while. I'm working OT at my first job, on top of already having a second job. And the stress level at my full-time job has been hell on earth for the past couple of weeks.
On weekends, I've been sleeping a lot, keeping to myself and just generally trying to avoid people as much as possible. After dealing with bullshit from supervisors and customers on a constant basis every day, I'm completely exhausted.
I'd especially like to single out one person for a big "Fuck Off, Asshole!" - one Mr. Lee "Action" Jackson of Spanish Fork, Utah. It's amazing how many problems one selfish, loud-mouthed jerk can cause. It doesn't help any when the heads of the office just bend over and take it up the ass rather than stand up for their co-workers, either.
Thank goodness for Suicidal Tendencies and Testament. Been listening to a LOT of old school thrash bands last few days. Very therapeutic. Too bad I can't play "Go'n Breakdown" at work at 90 decibels. Over and over.
On weekends, I've been sleeping a lot, keeping to myself and just generally trying to avoid people as much as possible. After dealing with bullshit from supervisors and customers on a constant basis every day, I'm completely exhausted.
I'd especially like to single out one person for a big "Fuck Off, Asshole!" - one Mr. Lee "Action" Jackson of Spanish Fork, Utah. It's amazing how many problems one selfish, loud-mouthed jerk can cause. It doesn't help any when the heads of the office just bend over and take it up the ass rather than stand up for their co-workers, either.
Thank goodness for Suicidal Tendencies and Testament. Been listening to a LOT of old school thrash bands last few days. Very therapeutic. Too bad I can't play "Go'n Breakdown" at work at 90 decibels. Over and over.
