Fuuuck, my boss finally got fired. He made it 3 months.
He was probably the perfect bad boss. He had no redeeming values.
Not only did he talk about his sexual shit, he went on in great detail. For hours. About the girl in HR he was fucking. In front of other HR people.
Dude had no technical knack. But he wouldn't admit it. (as a maintenance manager, you should know the difference between a Phillips screwdriver, and an allen wrench)
Also its not cool to make 'homo jokes' infront of the lesbian supervisor. Or poking the parts clerk in meetings. (The doodles you drew on her notepad though, you know, the ones that look like a Babysitter Club Monet - I'm probably going to laminate that and hang it on our fridge in the office)
So S
, ( I don't want to say his name! How about we say it started in St and ended in eve. This guy was my *starts in P, ends in et Peeve*), you are the most powerfully stupid mutherfucker I have ever worked for, and that puts you somewhere in a hall of fame (or at least a freakshow), because that is a group of brain surgeons that no mother could love.
In closing fuckface, I'll never forget this phonecall:
Shithead: HR heard your grandma died. They want to send you what you are.
me: huh?
Shithead: A FRUITBASKET!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAA!!!
me:
Shithead: Laugh!!
me: what do you want?
Ah but what I wanted was for you to fall off a cliff, but this will have to do.
Stink you later Shithead.
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05/08/2006 21:46 #25106
David Blaine: mood novicaine?05/07/2006 20:23 #25105
old stuffI took some days off last week on bereavement.
And this was good, and I traveled some.
Went to Cornell to see my sister.
Stayed at my folks house for a couple nights and took care of some stuff there (Grandma arrangements, etc).
Played the last show with the band last night, and it ended appropriatley in oblivion. No further comment.
Anyways, this is the cool part: Across the road from my parents house is a corn field.
But in the middle of the field is the old farm house and barn that burned down 20 or 25 years ago.
It burned down, but it was just left the way it was. So its been decaying back to nature, but there is stuff that is just a snapshot of the way the house was when it burned.
I used to go over there as a little kid, until someone told me there were rattlesnakes over there.
Then I would hang out over there as a teenager, half out of my mind and angst-y.
The silos were where I was going to put my antenna for my pirate radio station that (a) had no transmitter and (b) had no content.
So here are the good ones:
And the silos:
And this was good, and I traveled some.
Went to Cornell to see my sister.
Stayed at my folks house for a couple nights and took care of some stuff there (Grandma arrangements, etc).
Played the last show with the band last night, and it ended appropriatley in oblivion. No further comment.
Anyways, this is the cool part: Across the road from my parents house is a corn field.
But in the middle of the field is the old farm house and barn that burned down 20 or 25 years ago.
It burned down, but it was just left the way it was. So its been decaying back to nature, but there is stuff that is just a snapshot of the way the house was when it burned.
I used to go over there as a little kid, until someone told me there were rattlesnakes over there.
Then I would hang out over there as a teenager, half out of my mind and angst-y.
The silos were where I was going to put my antenna for my pirate radio station that (a) had no transmitter and (b) had no content.
So here are the good ones:
And the silos:
04/30/2006 23:30 #25104
gets you out of my headI found an old tape (cassette) today. I made it in high school, maybe 9th or 10th grade.
It was Descendents Milo Goes to College on on side and Angry Samoans Back From Samoa on the other.
Dude that took me back. It was awesome to listen to the Descedents again, haven't listened to that album in years.
But I also thought about what I was doing as I made that tape, and in the subsequent years.
At the time I had a pocketful of greasy dollar bills from my under the table dishwashing gig. I used to watch the sunset all the time and I always had time to think.
When I'm old I hope I don't make the mistake of thinking the 1990's were a special time. They were just as shitty as any decade, the only difference was I was a young kid.
(e:Robin) had an innaresting post.
Dude was a creep though, she wasn't wrong thinking that.
(oh, also I changed my user sound to a Screeching Weasel song: Going Home. Lyrics are related to the discussion at hand.)
[edit: I just listened to it and it sounds like shit. Sounds like a CD that wasn't tracking right. darn]
Once, last summer, I was cruising to work through the city. It was a damn hot day, and I had the AC cranking. I noticed this girl walking out in the beating sun.
I wanted to give her a ride, because damn, it seemed right. But as I thought about how it would be considered creepy, I kept driving.
And that sucks. I guess I should have at least offered and let her say no.
Right. At any rate, annihilate all weeks kids.
It was Descendents Milo Goes to College on on side and Angry Samoans Back From Samoa on the other.
Dude that took me back. It was awesome to listen to the Descedents again, haven't listened to that album in years.
But I also thought about what I was doing as I made that tape, and in the subsequent years.
At the time I had a pocketful of greasy dollar bills from my under the table dishwashing gig. I used to watch the sunset all the time and I always had time to think.
When I'm old I hope I don't make the mistake of thinking the 1990's were a special time. They were just as shitty as any decade, the only difference was I was a young kid.
(e:Robin) had an innaresting post.
Dude was a creep though, she wasn't wrong thinking that.
(oh, also I changed my user sound to a Screeching Weasel song: Going Home. Lyrics are related to the discussion at hand.)
[edit: I just listened to it and it sounds like shit. Sounds like a CD that wasn't tracking right. darn]
Once, last summer, I was cruising to work through the city. It was a damn hot day, and I had the AC cranking. I noticed this girl walking out in the beating sun.
I wanted to give her a ride, because damn, it seemed right. But as I thought about how it would be considered creepy, I kept driving.
And that sucks. I guess I should have at least offered and let her say no.
Right. At any rate, annihilate all weeks kids.
04/27/2006 21:47 #25103
[a] couple thingsI had a boss that would call you into his office and say "[a] couple things..." That was always scary hearing that. He was so stupid and "couple things" always meant he got yelled at by upper management and he wanted to dump it back on us.
It was mostly disjointed and non-connected. Great management style, not only did he not know how the fix our problems, he didn't know what our problems were!
So, without further adieu,
A COUPLE THINGS:
[1] Cremains: No, I am not going to say cremains, nor creamains nor
any other spelling/pronuciation.
That stupid word sounds too close to 'craisin' for my taste.
(Mm tangy taste of craisons, also raisons)
I'm not "down" enough with the mortuary scene to be using lingo. I don't get Funeral Weekly nor do I want to fit in with funeral directors, undertakers, or morticians. Furthermore, I don't use 'cremetory remains' enough in my daily conversation such that saying 'cremains' will save me an appreciable amount of time, thereby making me a wiser, wealthier, healither man.
How about just 'remains' then
[2] Dudes, I totally gotta get back on the road again. Haven't traveled since New Year's. (Washington DC)
For me its not "in vino, veritas," but rather "in transit, veritas." Boston looks like a nice target.
Need tuneup on truck and I can drive out. JetBlue adds a direct flight to Boston in May or June though.
Toronto could be a good temporary fix. Whatever, I gotta do something, I'm driving me nuts.
Sometimes I get into ruts, boring ruts of routine. Then I travel, and I realize that I'm not boring, I'm pretty cool. I'm just a dumb bastard that gets into ruts. Of routine.
[3] I drove my truck on Empty from Hamburg all the way to my place on Elmwood today. HaHa what a rush!
Cheap Thrills are sweet. The cheaper the Cheap and the thiller the Thrill the sweeter the sweet is.
Quick list of dirtbag thills:
(a) running gas tank on empty
(b) late inspection sticker!
(c) overdrawing bank account
(d) street people!
(e) stealing gas
Ok so I haven't started (e) above yet. I allready swore I would though, via siphon. But its not just stealing, its more like a Robin Hood thing. Kinda, because the concept of the Rich is pretty similar, but the Poor is a more concentrated scope, focused on on the singularity of me and my gastank. Also its fun to steal things, from people who drive silly (hummer) cars.
It was mostly disjointed and non-connected. Great management style, not only did he not know how the fix our problems, he didn't know what our problems were!
So, without further adieu,
A COUPLE THINGS:
[1] Cremains: No, I am not going to say cremains, nor creamains nor
any other spelling/pronuciation.
That stupid word sounds too close to 'craisin' for my taste.
(Mm tangy taste of craisons, also raisons)
I'm not "down" enough with the mortuary scene to be using lingo. I don't get Funeral Weekly nor do I want to fit in with funeral directors, undertakers, or morticians. Furthermore, I don't use 'cremetory remains' enough in my daily conversation such that saying 'cremains' will save me an appreciable amount of time, thereby making me a wiser, wealthier, healither man.
How about just 'remains' then
[2] Dudes, I totally gotta get back on the road again. Haven't traveled since New Year's. (Washington DC)
For me its not "in vino, veritas," but rather "in transit, veritas." Boston looks like a nice target.
Need tuneup on truck and I can drive out. JetBlue adds a direct flight to Boston in May or June though.
Toronto could be a good temporary fix. Whatever, I gotta do something, I'm driving me nuts.
Sometimes I get into ruts, boring ruts of routine. Then I travel, and I realize that I'm not boring, I'm pretty cool. I'm just a dumb bastard that gets into ruts. Of routine.
[3] I drove my truck on Empty from Hamburg all the way to my place on Elmwood today. HaHa what a rush!
Cheap Thrills are sweet. The cheaper the Cheap and the thiller the Thrill the sweeter the sweet is.
Quick list of dirtbag thills:
(a) running gas tank on empty
(b) late inspection sticker!
(c) overdrawing bank account
(d) street people!
(e) stealing gas
Ok so I haven't started (e) above yet. I allready swore I would though, via siphon. But its not just stealing, its more like a Robin Hood thing. Kinda, because the concept of the Rich is pretty similar, but the Poor is a more concentrated scope, focused on on the singularity of me and my gastank. Also its fun to steal things, from people who drive silly (hummer) cars.
kookcity2000 - 04/28/06 21:01
no not gas stations!
just from cars
Less banditry, more elvish mischief.
Like a half gallon from a Lexus, a half from a hummer, et al
no not gas stations!
just from cars
Less banditry, more elvish mischief.
Like a half gallon from a Lexus, a half from a hummer, et al
mrdt - 04/28/06 17:22
well, not really Robin Hood cause you could be stealing from mostly independently owned gas stations. thereby reducing some schmucks already slim profit margins.
but here is what I used to do when I was a young stupid disrespectful lad. take garbage bags or card board and cover your front and rear liscense plates. find a slow gas station near a highway and pull tothe pump nearest the drive way exit facing the highway ramp. fill your tank to the brim hop in your car and drive off but not to fast to create suspision. hit the highway and make for the boarder but don't speed. pull off at a good exit and remove the garbage bags. park the car, watch a movie and wait for your heart rate to come down.
I only did this once when I was coming home from NYC and desperate for cash.
well, not really Robin Hood cause you could be stealing from mostly independently owned gas stations. thereby reducing some schmucks already slim profit margins.
but here is what I used to do when I was a young stupid disrespectful lad. take garbage bags or card board and cover your front and rear liscense plates. find a slow gas station near a highway and pull tothe pump nearest the drive way exit facing the highway ramp. fill your tank to the brim hop in your car and drive off but not to fast to create suspision. hit the highway and make for the boarder but don't speed. pull off at a good exit and remove the garbage bags. park the car, watch a movie and wait for your heart rate to come down.
I only did this once when I was coming home from NYC and desperate for cash.
04/26/2006 21:23 #25102
niceI left (think quit) the band I was playing in a few weeks ago
It wasn't happening like I wanted it to, blah blah, the whole story is actually longer, but not interesting or important.
But they asked me to play a show May 6 and I said 'sure.'
We played last night for the first time since I quit and that shit was hot!
It was super awesome explosive. So good to just play and not care about anything else. (recording, booking shows, dumb stuff, personalities, etc)
Just replace 'band' with 'girl' and 'practice' with '4-day fuck marathon' and the basic premise remains the same. You better call the airline baby cause all that baggage is gone.
So now I need a drummer for the new band. Everything else is set, at least in a rough way. Looking for more 'raw beast of burden, never quit' than 'talent'
It wasn't happening like I wanted it to, blah blah, the whole story is actually longer, but not interesting or important.
But they asked me to play a show May 6 and I said 'sure.'
We played last night for the first time since I quit and that shit was hot!
It was super awesome explosive. So good to just play and not care about anything else. (recording, booking shows, dumb stuff, personalities, etc)
Just replace 'band' with 'girl' and 'practice' with '4-day fuck marathon' and the basic premise remains the same. You better call the airline baby cause all that baggage is gone.
So now I need a drummer for the new band. Everything else is set, at least in a rough way. Looking for more 'raw beast of burden, never quit' than 'talent'
I think by 'collect al their names' Paul means "go shopping at the grocery store" and by 'go digitally postal,' he means "bake a delicious key lime pie."
I hope I never piss off (e:paul).
I hate people like that. I used to collect al their names for the day when I go digitally postal.
How could I have missed this glorious rant? Very, very exceptional, Kook. It's an A grade rant!