This is not a random thought, just something I wanted to get off my chest.
However, I may have written it in a random way, and for that I apologize.
People at work who are "team leads" or "managers", but who do not know how to lead or create team mentality, and who only manage to create chaos, create backlash from their favoritism practices, and put discourse in place from their own backstabbing and setting people one against the other...those are the impostors.
Impostors practice incessant lying and covering up of things gone wrong, making masses of issues and stacks of boxes, and tempers flare. There is one expert impostor in the White House (and he's put many more like himself - they're called 'yes men' - in places of power) slinging his malicious brand of subterfuge and ignorance. We are all suffering because of this buffoon impostor.
Even our new HR rep accused me of 'trying to pull one over on the new guy' when I brought to his attention a pervasive problem regarding my vacation time. I thought I'd found a fresh set of ears to listen and help me figure it out and fix the oversight. Fortunately, he finally ended up looking further than his ego (and initial perception of my request), and righted the wrong. I just couldn't believe his initial response was to whitewash it by accusing me of trying to cheat the company out of something I had earned and was entitled to, rather than to listen with an open mind.
Our specific building is chockablock full of impostors in positions of leadership, and they have no idea of what they are doing - except when they practice their crap skills, totally intending to create chaos in other directions to keep the eyes of scrutiny engaged in looking in the wrong place, and not focused on problems caused by the impostor's own inadequacies.
Impostors light a fuse then stand back and watch with glee.
Atomic boom.
Showing posts with label scoundrels. Show all posts
Showing posts with label scoundrels. Show all posts
3.21.2020
10.14.2013
Irritation
My most immediate gripe is of my composition instructor.
Karl has the same course with a different professor, and this dude (Karl's 'Prof N') is as incredibly prompt (and terrific) at communication as my composition dude is irresponsible and lackluster. They couldn't be any more diametrically opposed if they tried. My instructor either never checks his email, or checks it and ignores it for days at a stretch before responding, OR likes playing the "eenie-meanie-miney-moe" game with whatever class email he receives.
A full week ago I wrote to ask if he was able to view my essay submission in the screwed up application the college has decided to utilize for torturing students, er....make that "use as an instructional aide to enhance the class syllabus and face-to-face time." What a high-falutin' crock! Too many bugs in the system, and if someone (like myself) hasn't got an updated version of Windows, that damned thing won't work from your home computer! In fact, if you don't possess the latest and greatest software enabled laptop, iPad, etc., you can't do your homework from home! That is, unless you go to the extreme of spending another pile of money to buy the latest version of Windows to replace the non-upgradeable Vista that was (the only thing) available when [I] purchased my laptop in 2009.
That's right, I've had my current computer/laptop for more than four years!!! I'm not a lemming with a small anything complex (I also don't have a never-ending pile of cash under my mattress to blow on new hardware and phones and other gadgets). And look at me, I'm still breathing and functioning!
I'm happy (odd choice of words) to report that I am not the only person in class experiencing issues with the stupid MyWritingLab app/software/reporting tool, so I have been vindicated. The stupidest test of the MWL product came when I went to the campus library during a break to upload my essay from their computers. That's right, the MRL tool wasn't recognized by the school system! I was asked for permission to allow a "pop-up" to use the system. Then, the program had bugs beyond the firewall issue.....so HUGE RASPBERRIES to the new tool to make a lazy instructor's life easier! Hey, teachers - get yourself an email account students can utilize to submit their assignments via email - WITHOUT ALL THE DAMNED HOOPS!!
[pant, pant, pant]
I submitted it twice from different computers, and I have no idea if he ever saw the essay while in the precious MWL program. Jean submitted it from her Mac, where she saw the item snugly tucked into the "shared documents" folder, AND she could view it there, too. She even took a page image and we sent that to the instructor to show the document as having been in the system since the 4th of October! But when I queried whether he could view the document as sent via the library computer to the same program destination, I never received the courtesy of a reply!
[expletive, EXPLETIVE, EXPLETIVE]
Yes, I think it's safe to say I am a tad irritated.
Karl has the same course with a different professor, and this dude (Karl's 'Prof N') is as incredibly prompt (and terrific) at communication as my composition dude is irresponsible and lackluster. They couldn't be any more diametrically opposed if they tried. My instructor either never checks his email, or checks it and ignores it for days at a stretch before responding, OR likes playing the "eenie-meanie-miney-moe" game with whatever class email he receives.
A full week ago I wrote to ask if he was able to view my essay submission in the screwed up application the college has decided to utilize for torturing students, er....make that "use as an instructional aide to enhance the class syllabus and face-to-face time." What a high-falutin' crock! Too many bugs in the system, and if someone (like myself) hasn't got an updated version of Windows, that damned thing won't work from your home computer! In fact, if you don't possess the latest and greatest software enabled laptop, iPad, etc., you can't do your homework from home! That is, unless you go to the extreme of spending another pile of money to buy the latest version of Windows to replace the non-upgradeable Vista that was (the only thing) available when [I] purchased my laptop in 2009.
That's right, I've had my current computer/laptop for more than four years!!! I'm not a lemming with a small anything complex (I also don't have a never-ending pile of cash under my mattress to blow on new hardware and phones and other gadgets). And look at me, I'm still breathing and functioning!
I'm happy (odd choice of words) to report that I am not the only person in class experiencing issues with the stupid MyWritingLab app/software/reporting tool, so I have been vindicated. The stupidest test of the MWL product came when I went to the campus library during a break to upload my essay from their computers. That's right, the MRL tool wasn't recognized by the school system! I was asked for permission to allow a "pop-up" to use the system. Then, the program had bugs beyond the firewall issue.....so HUGE RASPBERRIES to the new tool to make a lazy instructor's life easier! Hey, teachers - get yourself an email account students can utilize to submit their assignments via email - WITHOUT ALL THE DAMNED HOOPS!!
[pant, pant, pant]
I submitted it twice from different computers, and I have no idea if he ever saw the essay while in the precious MWL program. Jean submitted it from her Mac, where she saw the item snugly tucked into the "shared documents" folder, AND she could view it there, too. She even took a page image and we sent that to the instructor to show the document as having been in the system since the 4th of October! But when I queried whether he could view the document as sent via the library computer to the same program destination, I never received the courtesy of a reply!
[expletive, EXPLETIVE, EXPLETIVE]
Yes, I think it's safe to say I am a tad irritated.
Opinions
Does anyone else out there happen to think the new offering from PBS and the BBC is a load of shyte? If you haven't been watching "The Paradise" on Sunday evenings, you aren't missing much. No kidding. What a load of Hallmark-style twaddle. All soft soap and drivel, truly.
They keep billing every new thing as the next best thing to Downton Abbey. Hardly!
The thing I am having the roughest time with is deciding which horrendous piece of wanna-be crap is worse - that Masterpiece thing with Jeremy Piven about the American who went to London at the turn of the last century to develop an all-encompassing department store (horrible from the writing to the abominable acting), OR the unbelievably dull, saccharine, flem-inducing 'Paradise.' Please don't make me give you a plot rundown. It's bad - that's all you need to know, and I'm afraid that thinking about it may cause an aneurysm.
Come on, PBS/BBC, we KNOW you can do better than these offerings. Don't be in such a rush to fill the time slot during the DA hiatus that you resort to lackluster and below standard knock-off productions. Downton is one of a kind. Bring back Doc Martin or Foyle's War (the original)...or even Inspectors Morse or Lewis, before parading another poor imitation period piece in place of glorious Downton Abbey.
For shame!
They keep billing every new thing as the next best thing to Downton Abbey. Hardly!
The thing I am having the roughest time with is deciding which horrendous piece of wanna-be crap is worse - that Masterpiece thing with Jeremy Piven about the American who went to London at the turn of the last century to develop an all-encompassing department store (horrible from the writing to the abominable acting), OR the unbelievably dull, saccharine, flem-inducing 'Paradise.' Please don't make me give you a plot rundown. It's bad - that's all you need to know, and I'm afraid that thinking about it may cause an aneurysm.
Come on, PBS/BBC, we KNOW you can do better than these offerings. Don't be in such a rush to fill the time slot during the DA hiatus that you resort to lackluster and below standard knock-off productions. Downton is one of a kind. Bring back Doc Martin or Foyle's War (the original)...or even Inspectors Morse or Lewis, before parading another poor imitation period piece in place of glorious Downton Abbey.
For shame!
10.10.2013
Yes...my beautiful carpet is home!
Finally ended up bringing my lovely Kazakhstan carpet home. It has been at Hagopian cleaners/repair for more than a year, and in all that time THEY NEVER FULLY REPAIRED THE DAMAGE, despite pointing it out to them on five seperate occasions!! It was stated on their contract as "...repair all moth damage," and they never closed the deal. Each time I drove to their location (hopeful in my expectations) to look over the carpet before bringing it home...there were the moth holes! Each time, I marked the areas with blue painter's tape - provided by an employee - thinking the necessary areas would be finished; but I'm not certain WHAT the repair team thought the blue tape was there for. No one EVER repaired the threadbare areas!
Nothing about today's trip was any different. Bud went with me, as I was determined to not lose my cool, and we inspected the rug (on hands and knees, as always) and found all the same spots lacking repair! We marked them, took photos as we stood in the showroom, then I signed for the rug and registered a complaint - both written on the invoice AND voiced to the gentleman who always handled me with care when I visited my carpet.
Now, I am conducting a campaign to warn people to not take any repairs to the "purple truck people." Whatever it takes - signs in my car window, internet announcements, FB-spread-the-word-tactics, advertisements in local papers and signs posted on lightpoles. ANYthing and EVERYthing. I am even ready to call the troubleshooters for two of the local news outlets, just to give the purple H a black eye. Tomorrow I am contacting the BBB first, then see which way the wind blows me.
Nothing about today's trip was any different. Bud went with me, as I was determined to not lose my cool, and we inspected the rug (on hands and knees, as always) and found all the same spots lacking repair! We marked them, took photos as we stood in the showroom, then I signed for the rug and registered a complaint - both written on the invoice AND voiced to the gentleman who always handled me with care when I visited my carpet.
Now, I am conducting a campaign to warn people to not take any repairs to the "purple truck people." Whatever it takes - signs in my car window, internet announcements, FB-spread-the-word-tactics, advertisements in local papers and signs posted on lightpoles. ANYthing and EVERYthing. I am even ready to call the troubleshooters for two of the local news outlets, just to give the purple H a black eye. Tomorrow I am contacting the BBB first, then see which way the wind blows me.
9.28.2013
Post-P.S
Turned down a Scripty job on an indie which is due to begin shooting in the state on Monday or Tuesday.
Yes, I turned down another film. Same ol' same ol': 'turds wouldn't respond to important questions such as what would be my daily rate? Also, the Production Coordinator knew absolutely nothing at this late date as far as schedule items (like: of a five-day work week, what are the standing days off?). Did they have a locked script? Nope, but here's version 14 of the (as yet) unfinished work...'enjoy'.
Um, can't line an 'unlocked' script if it's so up in the air that there are multiple changes to it every day.
In addition to all of that, I had received no paperwork - no contract, no NDA, no W2s...no nothin' - so I sent a "no-thanks" email yesterday. Yes, it broke my heart (a little), but I have things going on that I would have had to juggle and allocate to others, and fix, and so on, so it would have been a pain-in-the-end right up to the first minute of rolling camera.
It's better this way.
[yeah, beth, just keep muttering that to yourself over and over - eventually, you'll believe it]
Yes, I turned down another film. Same ol' same ol': 'turds wouldn't respond to important questions such as what would be my daily rate? Also, the Production Coordinator knew absolutely nothing at this late date as far as schedule items (like: of a five-day work week, what are the standing days off?). Did they have a locked script? Nope, but here's version 14 of the (as yet) unfinished work...'enjoy'.
Um, can't line an 'unlocked' script if it's so up in the air that there are multiple changes to it every day.
In addition to all of that, I had received no paperwork - no contract, no NDA, no W2s...no nothin' - so I sent a "no-thanks" email yesterday. Yes, it broke my heart (a little), but I have things going on that I would have had to juggle and allocate to others, and fix, and so on, so it would have been a pain-in-the-end right up to the first minute of rolling camera.
It's better this way.
[yeah, beth, just keep muttering that to yourself over and over - eventually, you'll believe it]
8.15.2013
8.05.2013
Challenges
A friend on a social network site challenged people to use one word to describe their 'ex.' Some folks answered directly and quickly, and some of them wrote paragraphs based on the answers of others.
I was neither of those; I asked whether or not I could hyphenate my answer - because one word was not going to accomplish the task.
Disappointing.
Underwhelming.
Philanderer (although "cheater" sounds clearer).
Abusive.
Drunkard.
Hurtful.
Lackluster.
Unfaithful.
Serial liar.
Uncommited.
Thoughtless.
Those are the most immediate thoughts which popped into my mind, but a more fitting word would be "regretful".
No, he has/had no regrets - rather, the regret is on my part.
I regret having continued with the marriage past the birth of my first son; I regret allowing my inlaws to sway my feelings to the point of closing my eyes to the big/bigger issues (a familial history of drinking to excess); I regret wanting to believe his lies and excuses when caught redhanded with evidence of cheating; I regret allowing myself to feel guilt with thoughts of leaving him to begin a happier life (which I should have done sooner); I regret marrying him in the first place, and not insisting upon one of several other options we could have embarked on (and no, abortion was not one of those).
So many regrets. More than I've listed here. More than I care to indulge in here, but this would be my list of words, any one of them appropriate, but not enough. Not completely, at any rate, but "regretful" comes closest, I suppose.
I am trying to put him out of my mind, trying to make up for lost time, trying to let go of those regrets.
This is a challenge.
I was neither of those; I asked whether or not I could hyphenate my answer - because one word was not going to accomplish the task.
Disappointing.
Underwhelming.
Philanderer (although "cheater" sounds clearer).
Abusive.
Drunkard.
Hurtful.
Lackluster.
Unfaithful.
Serial liar.
Uncommited.
Thoughtless.
Those are the most immediate thoughts which popped into my mind, but a more fitting word would be "regretful".
No, he has/had no regrets - rather, the regret is on my part.
I regret having continued with the marriage past the birth of my first son; I regret allowing my inlaws to sway my feelings to the point of closing my eyes to the big/bigger issues (a familial history of drinking to excess); I regret wanting to believe his lies and excuses when caught redhanded with evidence of cheating; I regret allowing myself to feel guilt with thoughts of leaving him to begin a happier life (which I should have done sooner); I regret marrying him in the first place, and not insisting upon one of several other options we could have embarked on (and no, abortion was not one of those).
So many regrets. More than I've listed here. More than I care to indulge in here, but this would be my list of words, any one of them appropriate, but not enough. Not completely, at any rate, but "regretful" comes closest, I suppose.
I am trying to put him out of my mind, trying to make up for lost time, trying to let go of those regrets.
This is a challenge.
7.22.2013
[panic scream]
My lovely little quilt arrived at the UPS hub in Hodgkins, IL, by 8:51AM Saturday morning -- but hasn't budged an inch since!
Do I need to be worried?
Do I get money back if they do not live up to their delivery claim? If they fail to meet the delivery timeline THEY named and guaranteed?
I will drive to Hodgkins, IL if I have to!! That's a warning, UPS. A warning and a promise.
Do I need to be worried?
Do I get money back if they do not live up to their delivery claim? If they fail to meet the delivery timeline THEY named and guaranteed?
I will drive to Hodgkins, IL if I have to!! That's a warning, UPS. A warning and a promise.
7.20.2013
Weee-e-e-e-e-e-l-l-l-l-l-l-lllllll
Apparently, if you're looking for a good time in Michigan, you don't need to drive any further than the nearest Burger King in Dundee.
That's right kids - order a kid's meal and get your food and a pipe filled with hashish...and they'll even light it up for you!
Sheesh. Way to go, Michigan. [forehead smack]
That's right kids - order a kid's meal and get your food and a pipe filled with hashish...and they'll even light it up for you!
Sheesh. Way to go, Michigan. [forehead smack]
6.12.2013
I've had it with the world -- you load of jackasses!!!!!
Neighbors.
Lying ex-husbands.
Cheating ex-husbands.
Philandering bosses.
Diddling uncles.
Contractors of ALL sorts who take your money & don't accomplish half of what they're paid for.
Hospitals that add charges for services not rendered & that allow doctors to roam the halls signing patient charts without ever seeing the patient. And let's not forget double billing for ER docs.
Men who are fathers who don't act like it. Losers who duck out on their parental responsibility and are absent for much of the formative years. Snip, snip, fellas.
Would-be employers who tell you that they were looking for a younger person during the interview process.
Those who drive someones car with a handicap plate or sign, and then park in handicap spots because they think it's OK. LAZINESS IS NOT A HANDICAP!
People who smoke on campus despite all the signage saying it's a COMPLETELY smoke-free zone.
Judges who dismiss your work as a copy of something else without checking facts or dates.
Cats that whiz outside the box when the damned thing is fresh.
People who throw their cigarette butts out a car window. YOU HAVE ASHTRAYS IN YOUR CARS!!!
People who use the race card...right off the bat - for e v e r y encounter. Hey, if you're stupid it really has nothing to do with your color or ethnicity. Stupid is stupid - deal with it and fix yourself!
I'm certain there are more, but I am tired...and I'm pretty sure you get the idea.
Maybe tomorrow I will feel better, but you will all still be here. So. . . . . . . . .the effing world can eat my shorts!
Neighbors.
Lying ex-husbands.
Cheating ex-husbands.
Philandering bosses.
Diddling uncles.
Contractors of ALL sorts who take your money & don't accomplish half of what they're paid for.
Hospitals that add charges for services not rendered & that allow doctors to roam the halls signing patient charts without ever seeing the patient. And let's not forget double billing for ER docs.
Men who are fathers who don't act like it. Losers who duck out on their parental responsibility and are absent for much of the formative years. Snip, snip, fellas.
Would-be employers who tell you that they were looking for a younger person during the interview process.
Those who drive someones car with a handicap plate or sign, and then park in handicap spots because they think it's OK. LAZINESS IS NOT A HANDICAP!
People who smoke on campus despite all the signage saying it's a COMPLETELY smoke-free zone.
Judges who dismiss your work as a copy of something else without checking facts or dates.
Cats that whiz outside the box when the damned thing is fresh.
People who throw their cigarette butts out a car window. YOU HAVE ASHTRAYS IN YOUR CARS!!!
People who use the race card...right off the bat - for e v e r y encounter. Hey, if you're stupid it really has nothing to do with your color or ethnicity. Stupid is stupid - deal with it and fix yourself!
I'm certain there are more, but I am tired...and I'm pretty sure you get the idea.
Maybe tomorrow I will feel better, but you will all still be here. So. . . . . . . . .the effing world can eat my shorts!
5.27.2013
For those of you "in the know"
And there aren't many of you regarding this topic, but -
Bud was having an issue getting from his home improvement employer his first full paycheck. I know!!
The run-around he received from the HR/Payroll person on site was ridiculous, to say the least. The crux of the matter left him with this decision (per that Payroll/HR bimbo): Brian could pay a $25 stop pay fee to have them re-issue his paycheck.
Yup, you read that right. HE would have to pick up the tab for their stupidity and carelessness. So, after two days of sporadic discussion here and there, he went in this morning to speak with the store manager before his shift began, and to question this awfully strange pay protocol for employees.
Why would the employee have to pay for a check they never touched, never saw, never had a chance to misplace?
I know, I hear you - "What!?? What's the other option? Where's the decision making?"
The "or" in all of this was to wait and see if and when the check ever materialized at some time in the future.
Well, the long and the short of it is that Lowe's will eat the fee to stop pay, and will immediately issue a paycheck, which I trust will now be direct deposit instead. My only concern is that Bud check the online system available to see his hours and to be certain the payroll amount shows up with the correct tax amounts withheld and no other surprise gaps equalling $25.
This mistrust has a firm foundation.
Anyhow, yea, Brian! Way to confront the BS!
Bud was having an issue getting from his home improvement employer his first full paycheck. I know!!
The run-around he received from the HR/Payroll person on site was ridiculous, to say the least. The crux of the matter left him with this decision (per that Payroll/HR bimbo): Brian could pay a $25 stop pay fee to have them re-issue his paycheck.
Yup, you read that right. HE would have to pick up the tab for their stupidity and carelessness. So, after two days of sporadic discussion here and there, he went in this morning to speak with the store manager before his shift began, and to question this awfully strange pay protocol for employees.
Why would the employee have to pay for a check they never touched, never saw, never had a chance to misplace?
I know, I hear you - "What!?? What's the other option? Where's the decision making?"
The "or" in all of this was to wait and see if and when the check ever materialized at some time in the future.
Well, the long and the short of it is that Lowe's will eat the fee to stop pay, and will immediately issue a paycheck, which I trust will now be direct deposit instead. My only concern is that Bud check the online system available to see his hours and to be certain the payroll amount shows up with the correct tax amounts withheld and no other surprise gaps equalling $25.
This mistrust has a firm foundation.
Anyhow, yea, Brian! Way to confront the BS!
5.23.2013
Anonymity and 'whatev'
When I see from indicators on this blogsite that a comment has arrived, I don't allow myself to become excited any longer. Most of the comments I receive are SPAM - over 95%, in fact.
Sad.
However, I am heartened by the advent of the more English-correct, almost correctly punctuated, somewhat coherent (and less bungle-y gooped) tripe showing up, rather than all of the absolute stupid twaddle most SPAMming morons have tried to pollute the blog with. But it's all just so sad and pathetic. Sometimes funny (as in mock amusement), but truly sad.
What I find most amusing are the taunts from incredibly asinine, "anonymous" commenters, that go something like this:
"You don't need to post videos to get your point across. WRITE MORE, you're good at it!"
This (abbr) message was posted to an entry which had no video associated with it. What's more ludicrous is that I haven't posted a video on this blog in such a long while, I don't even understand why someone would attempt to have me approve some smarmy butt-kissing just to get their Trojan horse, spyware-laden ads in my blog. Seriously, do you folks understand I am slightly more intelligent than the average shrub?!?
Somehow, I don't think that you do.
What's more disheartening, though, is that I'll probably end up receiving more glossy, suck-up BS in response to this post, suggesting I know what I'm saying and that they can't understand why I am not more well read by others. But, if I'll approve their comment to add their penis-enlarging-site comment to my blog arena, they can guarantee I will garner more readership (and a chance to get a free trial supply of 4-6 extra inches of' please-her-with-more-of-your-manhood' pills for free!).
What am I waiting for, right?!?
Oh, I dunno. Maybe it's that I DON'T HAVE A PENIS!!!
Also, if you're going to send me an anonymous ego-stroking comment, loaded with spyware to a sh*t website, you're going to have to rethink a good portion of your game. [wagging no-no finger in your direction] I didn't fall off the turnip truck yesterday.
Sad.
However, I am heartened by the advent of the more English-correct, almost correctly punctuated, somewhat coherent (and less bungle-y gooped) tripe showing up, rather than all of the absolute stupid twaddle most SPAMming morons have tried to pollute the blog with. But it's all just so sad and pathetic. Sometimes funny (as in mock amusement), but truly sad.
What I find most amusing are the taunts from incredibly asinine, "anonymous" commenters, that go something like this:
"You don't need to post videos to get your point across. WRITE MORE, you're good at it!"
This (abbr) message was posted to an entry which had no video associated with it. What's more ludicrous is that I haven't posted a video on this blog in such a long while, I don't even understand why someone would attempt to have me approve some smarmy butt-kissing just to get their Trojan horse, spyware-laden ads in my blog. Seriously, do you folks understand I am slightly more intelligent than the average shrub?!?
Somehow, I don't think that you do.
What's more disheartening, though, is that I'll probably end up receiving more glossy, suck-up BS in response to this post, suggesting I know what I'm saying and that they can't understand why I am not more well read by others. But, if I'll approve their comment to add their penis-enlarging-site comment to my blog arena, they can guarantee I will garner more readership (and a chance to get a free trial supply of 4-6 extra inches of' please-her-with-more-of-your-manhood' pills for free!).
What am I waiting for, right?!?
Oh, I dunno. Maybe it's that I DON'T HAVE A PENIS!!!
Also, if you're going to send me an anonymous ego-stroking comment, loaded with spyware to a sh*t website, you're going to have to rethink a good portion of your game. [wagging no-no finger in your direction] I didn't fall off the turnip truck yesterday.
4.30.2013
C'mon!
My shovel....really!??!
I suppose I should just be happy *they* didn't take the wheelbarrow.
[grump]
I suppose I should just be happy *they* didn't take the wheelbarrow.
[grump]
4.25.2013
And in other news:
Apparently JAF can't handle the truth, and Jacqueline has decided to vindictively cut from my schedule - and lie about the - classes I was scheduled for, giving them to another instructor.
Yes, Jackie, that's right. I am talking about you, n o w.
My earlier posts were re: your employer - not you, - and we both (all) know what I posted is the truth. The wages paid contracted instructors (who are not Wilton-based) is disgustingly low, especially given the litany of issues instructors put up with all along the way.
Your behavior in redistributing my classes, however - and lying about them all being cancelled, v the truth (most recently the apron class for 4/18 & 4/25), is really childish, petty, and apparently exactly as underhanded as one could expect all dealings at JAF would be.
Not cool. SO not cool.
How about some sort of mediation to find a monetary solution to the JAF cheapness instead of the sneaky dirty dealing.
Apparently JAF can't handle the truth, and Jacqueline has decided to vindictively cut from my schedule - and lie about the - classes I was scheduled for, giving them to another instructor.
Yes, Jackie, that's right. I am talking about you, n o w.
My earlier posts were re: your employer - not you, - and we both (all) know what I posted is the truth. The wages paid contracted instructors (who are not Wilton-based) is disgustingly low, especially given the litany of issues instructors put up with all along the way.
Your behavior in redistributing my classes, however - and lying about them all being cancelled, v the truth (most recently the apron class for 4/18 & 4/25), is really childish, petty, and apparently exactly as underhanded as one could expect all dealings at JAF would be.
Not cool. SO not cool.
How about some sort of mediation to find a monetary solution to the JAF cheapness instead of the sneaky dirty dealing.
3.31.2013
Just to review
March 2013 -
You are just about as over as over can be, oh miserable month of March. Between the inane "March Madness" (ugh), and the absolute crap March weather - not to mention the abhorrent time change to (or from?) "daylight savings" - I am over you! OVER.
Fine'! Skedaddle! Shoo!! Go on, get outta here! Get off my lawn. [menacing glower]
While we wait for March to gather its belongings and scurry on away, let's review the month, shall we:
New Pope - cuz the old one 'retired'? Really? What a quitter.
Oh, and can you news people STOP REPORTING EVERY DAMN FIRST THIS NEW POPE HAS? Sheesh! I am amazed (and quite frankly a little saddened) you all didn't chronicle his first time using the Papal pooper. I mean, come on! Every time he does something for the first time it's going to be his first - but do we ALL really need to hear about it as a big news story? Get over it already and find some REAL news. There's plenty out there.
New EM in Detroit - cuz the city has some serious issues to straighten out and the governor decided he could/would send in a person who has less than an adequate record his ownself (visa vi - his owing a lot of back taxes, child support, etc., and ducking out on that responsibility in another state which is not Michigan)! Right...good choice there, gov Snidiot! Way to vet someone for their ethics and appropriateness for a really important job.
New jail cell for Kwame K - 'bout damn time that man was made to meet some of his responsibilities face-to-face. And no, you can't go home to have someone kiss your knee and make it better! There are a lot of inmates with physical ailments who aren't allowed to leave the 'pen' to see a doctor. Make some friends and get used to the way life should have been for you for the last few years, you deplorable, despicable person!
New attitude for Karl - concerning school -- and a glimpse into his future! Since I do not want to jinx it, I am leaving it at that. BUT, I will add that he has been passing the tests in math, and getting great grades on the ol' homework....so, YEA! thank you, Lord.
New neighbors across the street - yup, that house f i n a l l y sold. Holy cow! Nope, haven't met them.
OK, that's all for the time being, I am itching to do something. *Something,* but I have no idea what. Just not nothing would be good. I'll let you know how that goes, for now I am gone. GONE LIKE MARCH!
You are just about as over as over can be, oh miserable month of March. Between the inane "March Madness" (ugh), and the absolute crap March weather - not to mention the abhorrent time change to (or from?) "daylight savings" - I am over you! OVER.
Fine'! Skedaddle! Shoo!! Go on, get outta here! Get off my lawn. [menacing glower]
While we wait for March to gather its belongings and scurry on away, let's review the month, shall we:
New Pope - cuz the old one 'retired'? Really? What a quitter.
Oh, and can you news people STOP REPORTING EVERY DAMN FIRST THIS NEW POPE HAS? Sheesh! I am amazed (and quite frankly a little saddened) you all didn't chronicle his first time using the Papal pooper. I mean, come on! Every time he does something for the first time it's going to be his first - but do we ALL really need to hear about it as a big news story? Get over it already and find some REAL news. There's plenty out there.
New EM in Detroit - cuz the city has some serious issues to straighten out and the governor decided he could/would send in a person who has less than an adequate record his ownself (visa vi - his owing a lot of back taxes, child support, etc., and ducking out on that responsibility in another state which is not Michigan)! Right...good choice there, gov Snidiot! Way to vet someone for their ethics and appropriateness for a really important job.
New jail cell for Kwame K - 'bout damn time that man was made to meet some of his responsibilities face-to-face. And no, you can't go home to have someone kiss your knee and make it better! There are a lot of inmates with physical ailments who aren't allowed to leave the 'pen' to see a doctor. Make some friends and get used to the way life should have been for you for the last few years, you deplorable, despicable person!
New attitude for Karl - concerning school -- and a glimpse into his future! Since I do not want to jinx it, I am leaving it at that. BUT, I will add that he has been passing the tests in math, and getting great grades on the ol' homework....so, YEA! thank you, Lord.
New neighbors across the street - yup, that house f i n a l l y sold. Holy cow! Nope, haven't met them.
OK, that's all for the time being, I am itching to do something. *Something,* but I have no idea what. Just not nothing would be good. I'll let you know how that goes, for now I am gone. GONE LIKE MARCH!
3.28.2013
Unbelievable
Unbelievably enough, somebody decided to make off with my good (really good) yellow-fiberglasshandled shovel.
Yup! Right here in dear ol' Clarkston, where all the people are as honest and upstanding as the year is long. [severe sarcasm intended]
Uh-huh, right....bite me! CLARKSTON, and the majority of people in Clarkston SUCK!!!
Clarkstonites are about as rude as rude can be, and behave as they're entitled as any bunch of snotty-nosed little children of parents who condescend toward everyone for no good reason - EVER!
If I had it all to do over again dot-dot-dot.
Aaaarrghghghghghghghghghhhhhhhhhhhh!
PS - I know lately my writing has been a little 'off,' so I am simply going to chalk it up to lack of drinking. Also, I'm ticking off another mark in the "I-could-give-a-shit-that-you-may feel-that-the-writing-is-'off' Category," since no one (except for Maria and Jean - this last bit doesn't apply to you) ever reads this OR cares enough to respond or ask questions.
Yup! Right here in dear ol' Clarkston, where all the people are as honest and upstanding as the year is long. [severe sarcasm intended]
Uh-huh, right....bite me! CLARKSTON, and the majority of people in Clarkston SUCK!!!
Clarkstonites are about as rude as rude can be, and behave as they're entitled as any bunch of snotty-nosed little children of parents who condescend toward everyone for no good reason - EVER!
If I had it all to do over again dot-dot-dot.
Aaaarrghghghghghghghghghhhhhhhhhhhh!
PS - I know lately my writing has been a little 'off,' so I am simply going to chalk it up to lack of drinking. Also, I'm ticking off another mark in the "I-could-give-a-shit-that-you-may feel-that-the-writing-is-'off' Category," since no one (except for Maria and Jean - this last bit doesn't apply to you) ever reads this OR cares enough to respond or ask questions.
It's like a fire sale around here
There's another foreclosed-on home not three blocks away - that I am aware of. This latest house sits on one of three of the busy crosstown streets in town, and still has Christmas lights hanging from the eaves.
The stickers and bank repossession notes are plastered on the front door in full view of the world, and the windows are naked, unblinking portals through which passersby can peer into the empty building. Some discarded items from a hasty move are now in evidence; most of it scattered around the front stoop or under shrubs along the walk to the driveway.
This makes six homes within my immediate neighborhood that I am aware of falling to the banker's gavel, but brings the total to more than one dozen for the whole of the surrounding subdivision-like area (this according to my friend, Sherry, our mail courier - she is in the unique position of knowing these horrible secrets).
I hadn't noticed the paperwork hanging on the house until just this week, but the house does somehow look more forlorn than I remember it looking over the very recent past. Perhaps it's the melting bits of snow, brown grass, and barren bushes adding to the lonely look of the place now that I can see another family has lost their fight against big business and low employment woes.
[shiver]
The stickers and bank repossession notes are plastered on the front door in full view of the world, and the windows are naked, unblinking portals through which passersby can peer into the empty building. Some discarded items from a hasty move are now in evidence; most of it scattered around the front stoop or under shrubs along the walk to the driveway.
This makes six homes within my immediate neighborhood that I am aware of falling to the banker's gavel, but brings the total to more than one dozen for the whole of the surrounding subdivision-like area (this according to my friend, Sherry, our mail courier - she is in the unique position of knowing these horrible secrets).
I hadn't noticed the paperwork hanging on the house until just this week, but the house does somehow look more forlorn than I remember it looking over the very recent past. Perhaps it's the melting bits of snow, brown grass, and barren bushes adding to the lonely look of the place now that I can see another family has lost their fight against big business and low employment woes.
[shiver]
3.15.2013
Losers
And to those of you in the US (Sweden and Turkey - but mostly the US today), who think they can spew their load of BS onto my blog in order to drive hits on their own so-called "websites", I say: TTHHHHPPPPPPBBBBT!!!
Just over the last half hour there have been a lot of views here at the ol' blog, and a good deal of 'comments' left. Most folks would be excited at that prospect, but geez, what a load of twaddling liars it has been.
Thank goodness for those encryption add-ons provided by the blog site, otherwise you real readers (and not the oafish SPAMbots, prowling for a place to leave their ruinous, virus-laden garbage) would be subject to attacks of the most insidious sort to your computers.
YOU WILL NOT PASS, SPAMMERS! You will NOT be allowed to leave your garbage here....so move along. Scurry off to that soft, mildewy, icky place you reside in under that rock you're so fond of.
Just over the last half hour there have been a lot of views here at the ol' blog, and a good deal of 'comments' left. Most folks would be excited at that prospect, but geez, what a load of twaddling liars it has been.
Thank goodness for those encryption add-ons provided by the blog site, otherwise you real readers (and not the oafish SPAMbots, prowling for a place to leave their ruinous, virus-laden garbage) would be subject to attacks of the most insidious sort to your computers.
YOU WILL NOT PASS, SPAMMERS! You will NOT be allowed to leave your garbage here....so move along. Scurry off to that soft, mildewy, icky place you reside in under that rock you're so fond of.
3.14.2013
New face to the world
Spent some of my hard earned (OK, so it's more appropriate to say "frustratingly earned") money on a new windscreen for 'The Duke' today. He has been needing new glass almost since day one - truth be told.
I think it was a flaw in the installation process that urged the windscreen to POP loudly and then split from the very top center point, where the glass mounts into the car window frame. The exact spot is just above the rear view mirror - dead center.
I was riding alone in the car at the time it happened, and there was no traffic ahead of me or to either side which could have thrown up a stone and begun the horrid process. I was baffled by the whole thing, but only mildly chagrined by the obvious damage to the glass (until recently). It was also a terribly hot day and I recall cranking up the AC to revel in the luxury of it in my new car.
Then....voila! A nasty crack materialized out of thin air - almost quite literally. When I went to the dealership to register my concern/complaint/dismay/call it what you will, they as much as said I was not telling the truth, and that there was nothing they would do to make it right.
Well, harrumph!
As the crack grew over time (joining new chips like a connect-the-dots journey), I became increasingly concerned about the possibilities of what might happen if the glass cracked completely through and across. So afraid was I of pressure on the glass - and temperature extremes - that I never even allowed myself (or The Duke) a decent car wash. [gasp]
Over the past two years, each time I had a little capital put by (where I could allow myself to even consider a new windscreen) - pow! - a new 'injury' would appear. However, these were errant stones from motorists on the streets. With every new chip or crack (or whatever) I would breathe a sigh that I hadn't gone and had a new windshield installed just yet.
That would have made me quite cross, to say the least. Still, I wanted a pristine front window on my sweet little car.
So now, the deed is done, and aside from some bright blue painter's tape perched vertically at John's 'temples', the view from my driver's seat is unmarred for the first time since he came to roost in my driveway.
He's perfect.
I think it was a flaw in the installation process that urged the windscreen to POP loudly and then split from the very top center point, where the glass mounts into the car window frame. The exact spot is just above the rear view mirror - dead center.
I was riding alone in the car at the time it happened, and there was no traffic ahead of me or to either side which could have thrown up a stone and begun the horrid process. I was baffled by the whole thing, but only mildly chagrined by the obvious damage to the glass (until recently). It was also a terribly hot day and I recall cranking up the AC to revel in the luxury of it in my new car.
Then....voila! A nasty crack materialized out of thin air - almost quite literally. When I went to the dealership to register my concern/complaint/dismay/call it what you will, they as much as said I was not telling the truth, and that there was nothing they would do to make it right.
Well, harrumph!
As the crack grew over time (joining new chips like a connect-the-dots journey), I became increasingly concerned about the possibilities of what might happen if the glass cracked completely through and across. So afraid was I of pressure on the glass - and temperature extremes - that I never even allowed myself (or The Duke) a decent car wash. [gasp]
Over the past two years, each time I had a little capital put by (where I could allow myself to even consider a new windscreen) - pow! - a new 'injury' would appear. However, these were errant stones from motorists on the streets. With every new chip or crack (or whatever) I would breathe a sigh that I hadn't gone and had a new windshield installed just yet.
That would have made me quite cross, to say the least. Still, I wanted a pristine front window on my sweet little car.
So now, the deed is done, and aside from some bright blue painter's tape perched vertically at John's 'temples', the view from my driver's seat is unmarred for the first time since he came to roost in my driveway.
He's perfect.
3.10.2013
Carbon footprint question
We all get it -- that unsolicited bunk people stuff (ILLEGALLY) into our mailboxes, or tuck in the flag on the box. Oh, and the Sunday news insert ads that are dropped at the end of one's driveway....or in the ditch fronting your yard if the delivery person is lazy.
Fliers. Ads. Coupons. Election flotsam. Non-subscription newspapers. And this list doesn't even begin to touch the litany of garbage mail sent to my post box through legal and proper means.
So here's my question:
Is that crap MY carbon footprint or is it theirs - the people/entities who leave this shite when I didn't ask for it and don't want it?
Any thoughts?
Fliers. Ads. Coupons. Election flotsam. Non-subscription newspapers. And this list doesn't even begin to touch the litany of garbage mail sent to my post box through legal and proper means.
So here's my question:
Is that crap MY carbon footprint or is it theirs - the people/entities who leave this shite when I didn't ask for it and don't want it?
Any thoughts?
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