Friday, February 27, 2009

What's Missing

You may have
the gig
the broad
the kids
the cash
the face
the gear
the body
the house
the fortune
the style
the smile
the whip
the imagination
the will
the brains
the love
the science
the goals
the drive
the wiles
the support
and the means
but all that shit is useless without the passion.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Itchy Finger

OK, we get notification from the internet gods that Facebook is basically off limits. It is the second most accessed website on our workplace servers, only behind gotdamn Google. Man, fuck this place. It's not cool to work here. I hope the next most accessed site is the gotdamn want ads.

I had to have a really serious conversation with one of my staff today. I think he's got a problem, substance related. I've been a supervisor or a manager for 14 years of my 15 year professional life. I thought been through it all. But telling somebody their job is on the line because they're coming to work high is the nadir. I don't ever wanna have to do that shit again.

I had two gigs that I'd been waiting to hear back from for months. I had second interviews with both of them and was hoping to hear something one way or another. I heard back one way, from both of them. That way was me calling them multiple times and leaving messages asking about my status until finally, sick of my messages, both of them told me they'd hired other people. I figured that, but when the fuck were you gonna send out a letter telling me that? Or returning my fucking call?

I had the worst interview of my life on Friday. It was not cool at all. I didn't prepare and I was morose and lackluster. I told them I didn't know shit about their city at all. I told them I was interested in the job because I just wanted to leave Michigan. When the interview was done, I asked them when they'd do me the courtesy of sending me a rejection letter. I gotta get a better attitude, I'm working in a completely defeatist mindset right now.

Be Cool,

Friday, February 13, 2009

Trust me...

I hate your fucking baby. Stop showing me picture of your gotdamn baby. Stop talking about your gotdamn baby. Please, gotdamn it, stop.

Do you know how I know someone in Satan's Anus is going to turn right eventually? The entire time they are on the road, they will not leave the fucking right lane, no matter what. The same goes for turning left. These fucking addle-brained fuckers are gonna drive me to drink.

Who the fuck are you? And why do you wanna be my friend on Facebook? You're not even a friend of a gotdamn "real" friend. I hate you.

I love my wife. Absolutely and completely love her. I'd do anything for her, up to and including die for her. But if I don't buy her flowers and candy tomorrow, that shit goes out of the window. Isn't that how this holiday shit works?

Bitch be quiet! I don't pay you to think. Apparently, you don't think I pay you to work either. Bitch, just shut up.

Yes, I would very much enjoy that. Thank you for asking.

There is no way in fresh hell that this fucking place is habitable. It's highly uncivilized and extremely frigid.

The system is a funny thing. You have to study it to know it, then once you know it, figure out how to game it and use it's inherent weakness to your advantage. Once you exploit those weaknesses, the system has to change to prevent another breech. The thing is, the system architects are always the biggest exploiters of it. Their arrogance, believing that no one is as brilliant as they are, always leads to the system's inevitable change. If you are not an architect of the system and you game the system, you are the enemy.

I know this place is making me crazy. You don't have to tell me.