So KFC is going some promotion that if you buy a Pink bucket of chicken, they will make a donation to the Susan G. Komen foundation.
There is way too much out there that is pink and "For the cause." It has become a little much when I can buy pink razors and cereal and inner tubes where a portion of the proceeds go to finding a cure.
But if an organization decides to do it, I'm not going to give them grief. I will however avoid the product if I so choose. I think people and companies are having their hands forced to an extent, but I digress.
So of course, some people inevitably are complaining. Peta because chickens are, or in this case were, alive. Obesity because if you eat a bucket if chicken a day you will get fat. Some cancer group because they are jealous that they won't get the money.
Look all I need to hear from these people is a "Thank you" to KFC for contributing.
By the way, KFC could do away with everything except their new Kentucky Grilled Chicken. Have you tried it?
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
Teaparties
if only it were just republicans at these rallies, if only there were just white people, if only they would get violent, heck if only they would litter then we would have something to use against them! Curse you for not cooperating!!!
If any one makes the stupid mistake of calling any of these folks a "tea-bagger" all they have to do in response is say "Open wide" and it will backfire. If you have been living under a rock, look it up, but don't say I didn't warn you.
If any one makes the stupid mistake of calling any of these folks a "tea-bagger" all they have to do in response is say "Open wide" and it will backfire. If you have been living under a rock, look it up, but don't say I didn't warn you.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Behold! The end is nigh!
Have you ever been in a relationship that you knew was going to end soon? I have on several occasions known when I was about to lose a job. I could just feel it. So I always tried to find an escape route. Sometimes I was able to move on other times the axe fell before I could make arrangements.
I could tell you some of the stupid reasons I’ve lost jobs, but that is for another day.
In my present assignment, I felt it coming. I am in a unique position being a subcontractor employee, if I close out an assignment, I will be sent somewhere else. So over the past couple of weeks, I have noticed unusual treatment. I have been actively avoided. I mean to the extent of people refusing to make eye contact. Things are weird here anyway, but this was an overabundance of strange.
So I figured the end was near.
So what’s the problem? Well, they couldn’t leave well enough alone. Instead of just making a business decision: Guy A is more expensive than Guy B. We want to extend our limited funds. So, we will let Guy A go.
That is simple and a completely non personal decision. That wasn’t the way it went down. They had to make something up. Guy A is not a good match, he does x, y and z. But, similar to the kid that has used too many grandparents’ deaths to get out of tests; this excuse was used 12 months ago. My supervisor's boss knows it is a non issue, and my company management knows it is B.S. but, a letter still goes into my file.
Look it is not and never has been personal. They want you to pretend like this is some kind of family/home away from home, so you know be friendly and have fun. But don’t you dare be friendly and have fun. I never knew what they wanted from me on a personal level so I tried to just do my job. Sure I was friendly and sociable, but I never pretended that I was anything more than a temporary extra set of hands. But because they couldn’t make a break like grown-ups they had to make up some justification.
Sad.
But, at least I’m out of there.
So what is my new assignment? Working from home 75% of the time. Yeah, quite the punitive result.
I could tell you some of the stupid reasons I’ve lost jobs, but that is for another day.
In my present assignment, I felt it coming. I am in a unique position being a subcontractor employee, if I close out an assignment, I will be sent somewhere else. So over the past couple of weeks, I have noticed unusual treatment. I have been actively avoided. I mean to the extent of people refusing to make eye contact. Things are weird here anyway, but this was an overabundance of strange.
So I figured the end was near.
So what’s the problem? Well, they couldn’t leave well enough alone. Instead of just making a business decision: Guy A is more expensive than Guy B. We want to extend our limited funds. So, we will let Guy A go.
That is simple and a completely non personal decision. That wasn’t the way it went down. They had to make something up. Guy A is not a good match, he does x, y and z. But, similar to the kid that has used too many grandparents’ deaths to get out of tests; this excuse was used 12 months ago. My supervisor's boss knows it is a non issue, and my company management knows it is B.S. but, a letter still goes into my file.
Look it is not and never has been personal. They want you to pretend like this is some kind of family/home away from home, so you know be friendly and have fun. But don’t you dare be friendly and have fun. I never knew what they wanted from me on a personal level so I tried to just do my job. Sure I was friendly and sociable, but I never pretended that I was anything more than a temporary extra set of hands. But because they couldn’t make a break like grown-ups they had to make up some justification.
Sad.
But, at least I’m out of there.
So what is my new assignment? Working from home 75% of the time. Yeah, quite the punitive result.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Warning!
Just a small disclaimer:
If you check in to a hotel at a late hour after a long night of hockey and beer, and allow your 8 and 9 year old darlings (minor children) to set up field hockey nets in the hallway after 11pm and wake up a short fat bald guy (hereafter: Guy) in one of the rooms, he takes no responsibility for the appropriateness of his comments to said minors.(The guy does not do well when woken up by drunken strangers E.G: after a late night post football game drunken brawl in the parking lot, after a late night alcohol induced domestic violence incident in the room above his or two 3am fire alarms when a drunk guest tries to microwave a frozen pizza because he thought it was a toaster oven.)
And if the mother of one of those minors comes back and knocks on the fat guy's door, and tries to chew him out for the afore mentioned language, the Guy will win the argument by pointing out the time. There is no way your minor child's feelings will justify the continued playing of hockey in the hallway, because it is now 11:15 pm. Also be aware the Guy reserves the right to close the door in your face and leave you screaming "never do it again" to the peep hole. (I wouldn't have had to do it the first time were it not for your inaction. Did I overreact? Yes, but if you are too stupid to realize that your kids need to be contolled in a place like a hotel, you are too stupid for polite.)
Calling the front desk to demand a free night because your minor child woke up another guest and he yelled at you won't work, and may get you threatened with expulsion from the hotel, because there are a lot of people in town and the hotel could easily rent the room to another guest.
The weekend is still young. Oh goodie.
If you check in to a hotel at a late hour after a long night of hockey and beer, and allow your 8 and 9 year old darlings (minor children) to set up field hockey nets in the hallway after 11pm and wake up a short fat bald guy (hereafter: Guy) in one of the rooms, he takes no responsibility for the appropriateness of his comments to said minors.(The guy does not do well when woken up by drunken strangers E.G: after a late night post football game drunken brawl in the parking lot, after a late night alcohol induced domestic violence incident in the room above his or two 3am fire alarms when a drunk guest tries to microwave a frozen pizza because he thought it was a toaster oven.)
And if the mother of one of those minors comes back and knocks on the fat guy's door, and tries to chew him out for the afore mentioned language, the Guy will win the argument by pointing out the time. There is no way your minor child's feelings will justify the continued playing of hockey in the hallway, because it is now 11:15 pm. Also be aware the Guy reserves the right to close the door in your face and leave you screaming "never do it again" to the peep hole. (I wouldn't have had to do it the first time were it not for your inaction. Did I overreact? Yes, but if you are too stupid to realize that your kids need to be contolled in a place like a hotel, you are too stupid for polite.)
Calling the front desk to demand a free night because your minor child woke up another guest and he yelled at you won't work, and may get you threatened with expulsion from the hotel, because there are a lot of people in town and the hotel could easily rent the room to another guest.
The weekend is still young. Oh goodie.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Slings my Hash
What happens when Debbie, Debra and Deborah all work in the same office? You get the runaround until you decide to forgo phone calls and show up in person. By the way hilarity ensues when they realize who you are and that the game is over.
So Debbie the pregnant one, Debra with the large boob tattoo that extends beyond her collar and Deborah the office manager, are now our "good friends", but they sure didn't want to be.
I've about had it with people bringing their bad home life to the office with them. I'm sorry your husband is a jerk and all, but when you get mad and interrupt everything I say, I begin to understand the communication problems in your marriage. He doesn't tell you anything? Gee, I wonder why.
Don't you just hate it when you find two jobs in the area you want to be in, and in the field in which you are trained, but can't afford to take either one? Yeah I do too.
But the US is in the lead for Olympic Medals.
So Debbie the pregnant one, Debra with the large boob tattoo that extends beyond her collar and Deborah the office manager, are now our "good friends", but they sure didn't want to be.
I've about had it with people bringing their bad home life to the office with them. I'm sorry your husband is a jerk and all, but when you get mad and interrupt everything I say, I begin to understand the communication problems in your marriage. He doesn't tell you anything? Gee, I wonder why.
Don't you just hate it when you find two jobs in the area you want to be in, and in the field in which you are trained, but can't afford to take either one? Yeah I do too.
But the US is in the lead for Olympic Medals.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
I'm good at charades
As most of you know by now, I tend to play the contrarian. I will like something often because you don’t. The colts are in the Superbowl and there is nothing I can do about it.
On the news today the police department is warning of a crackdown on rowdiness and property destruction. I was just commenting the other day that we don’t have enough sports riots in this country, so we will see how that goes.
It also seems that some folks were working on having the game affect the next school day. They anticipated a high absentee rate among students, so they wanted to delay the start of school by 2 hours to let all the kids recover from their hangovers. The school board won’t let them do that so they compromised on one hour late, but then extending the school day by half an hour. They accidentally let it slip that this entire charade was because they don’t think their bus drivers will show up. They are worried that the people who drive 30 children to work won’t be fully about their faculties. And for this they want to disrupt the thousands of parents lives who have set schedules and will have to get to work late to accommodate these people.
How about the school districts make the bus driver job attractive to dependable folks by making the salaries a little higher and having a little bit more challenging hiring process?
When the revolution comes, organized sports are the first thing to go.
On the news today the police department is warning of a crackdown on rowdiness and property destruction. I was just commenting the other day that we don’t have enough sports riots in this country, so we will see how that goes.
It also seems that some folks were working on having the game affect the next school day. They anticipated a high absentee rate among students, so they wanted to delay the start of school by 2 hours to let all the kids recover from their hangovers. The school board won’t let them do that so they compromised on one hour late, but then extending the school day by half an hour. They accidentally let it slip that this entire charade was because they don’t think their bus drivers will show up. They are worried that the people who drive 30 children to work won’t be fully about their faculties. And for this they want to disrupt the thousands of parents lives who have set schedules and will have to get to work late to accommodate these people.
How about the school districts make the bus driver job attractive to dependable folks by making the salaries a little higher and having a little bit more challenging hiring process?
When the revolution comes, organized sports are the first thing to go.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Sick Day
I am officially tired of:
Jay Leno/Conan O'Brien. Leno was gonna retire, but then decided against it. If I had been promised the old guys job but then he decides that he doesn't have anything better to do,I'd want $45 Million too.
Kasasa. What is it? I don't know but I'm tired of the commercials.
Pants on the Ground. It has been like 9 days and it is already the most over used thing of the year.
iPad. So it is better than the segway, penicillin, and hula hoops, and will SAVE THE WORLD, but couldn't they have come up with a better name?
So I don't know if any of that contributed, but I'm going to put myself on the transplant list. I need a new GI tract. What is my condition? I don't know for sure, but it sucks. I have recently discovered the joy that is heartburn. Oh yeah the deep seated pain that wont allow you to sleep at night? Fantastic!
That combined with the intestinal damage from drinking the water in a foreign land lead to a midnight rondezvous with greatness.
What is the antithesis of Nirvana? I'm not sure but it is a mystical balance of the pain, suffering and noise of sitting on the pot while holding a trashcan on your lap to contain the explosive evil trying to rip you in half from both ends.
My stomach ought to be charged with violating my constitutional rights.
I normally fight off the urge to vomit, but last night I decided to be zen like and go with the flow (I was going to lose the battle anyway).
Jay Leno/Conan O'Brien. Leno was gonna retire, but then decided against it. If I had been promised the old guys job but then he decides that he doesn't have anything better to do,I'd want $45 Million too.
Kasasa. What is it? I don't know but I'm tired of the commercials.
Pants on the Ground. It has been like 9 days and it is already the most over used thing of the year.
iPad. So it is better than the segway, penicillin, and hula hoops, and will SAVE THE WORLD, but couldn't they have come up with a better name?
So I don't know if any of that contributed, but I'm going to put myself on the transplant list. I need a new GI tract. What is my condition? I don't know for sure, but it sucks. I have recently discovered the joy that is heartburn. Oh yeah the deep seated pain that wont allow you to sleep at night? Fantastic!
That combined with the intestinal damage from drinking the water in a foreign land lead to a midnight rondezvous with greatness.
What is the antithesis of Nirvana? I'm not sure but it is a mystical balance of the pain, suffering and noise of sitting on the pot while holding a trashcan on your lap to contain the explosive evil trying to rip you in half from both ends.
My stomach ought to be charged with violating my constitutional rights.
I normally fight off the urge to vomit, but last night I decided to be zen like and go with the flow (I was going to lose the battle anyway).
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
what grinds my gears
The Cowboys stunk it up on Saturday. I gave up in the 4th quarter and turned it off. I'd been thinking about it since the 2nd quarter. Yes they won a post season game, but look, if someone gave me a billion dollar stadium, I might try to earn it.
Potty training is a necessary evil. It isn't going too badly, but trying to use logic with a 3 year old is pointless.
I had an instance where I was sent a thank you but we found a more qualified candidate e-mail. Ok that is fine, but to get that letter before I was even interviewed? It seems to me that If I am watching TV, I could be OK with my current station, or i could look around and see if there wasn't somehting better. You know? I mean I had a scheduled interview for the next day. Hey why settle without kowing whether there is something better.
So I am being squeezed out of my projects. And actually I don't know if it is intentional. The communication poblems here are crazy. And If I try to get information, I get in trouble. Look, if you want me do do busy work at a high bill rate, ok. You are the one who said you wanted me to learn some of this stuff, so if you do it by yourself, you haven't really trained me, have you?
I am a duck. (remembering to be a duck is hard)
Of course on the bright side, my 3 year old son now knows the proper use of the phrase "get a haircut, Hippy." I swear I'm not the one who taught it to him.
Potty training is a necessary evil. It isn't going too badly, but trying to use logic with a 3 year old is pointless.
I had an instance where I was sent a thank you but we found a more qualified candidate e-mail. Ok that is fine, but to get that letter before I was even interviewed? It seems to me that If I am watching TV, I could be OK with my current station, or i could look around and see if there wasn't somehting better. You know? I mean I had a scheduled interview for the next day. Hey why settle without kowing whether there is something better.
So I am being squeezed out of my projects. And actually I don't know if it is intentional. The communication poblems here are crazy. And If I try to get information, I get in trouble. Look, if you want me do do busy work at a high bill rate, ok. You are the one who said you wanted me to learn some of this stuff, so if you do it by yourself, you haven't really trained me, have you?
I am a duck. (remembering to be a duck is hard)
Of course on the bright side, my 3 year old son now knows the proper use of the phrase "get a haircut, Hippy." I swear I'm not the one who taught it to him.
Friday, January 8, 2010
That's not exactly what I meant
I'm working on some old grant files at the office. I am going through them to check for completeness as they get ready for audit anc closeout.
I stumbled across some thing that mad me want to laugh and cry at the same time.
Have you ever heard some one say "Take a screen shot of that"? I have and it comes in handy when trying to describe a visual to someone. You take a screen shot, then paset it and e-mail it.
Well in this casee there was a series of pictures of a document. The person taking the pictures actually used a camera to take a shot of the screen. They then printed the picture and put it in the file.
The real kicker? they used a flash and the glare whites out the center of the screen.
I stumbled across some thing that mad me want to laugh and cry at the same time.
Have you ever heard some one say "Take a screen shot of that"? I have and it comes in handy when trying to describe a visual to someone. You take a screen shot, then paset it and e-mail it.
Well in this casee there was a series of pictures of a document. The person taking the pictures actually used a camera to take a shot of the screen. They then printed the picture and put it in the file.
The real kicker? they used a flash and the glare whites out the center of the screen.
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