Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Dropkick murphys Cadence to Arms

So I'm rushing things a bit.... too bad, lol. I'll let you all know when I can find a good version of Auld Lang Syne!

Friday, December 18, 2009

Resolutions, anyone?

The first one I can think of - off the top of my head is to return to blogging on a regular basis. I've ignored my blogs for quite some time and I think I need to at least start putting something down on the screen.

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Rescue Ink | National Geographic Channel

Rescue Ink Unleashed follows a group of tattooed motorcycle-riding tough guys on a mission to save animals in danger.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Am I ranting? (Language)

Am I ranting? Fuck yes... and I have every right to.

I'd like to let it be known that my reason for leaving my place of employment wasn't seen in a good light by the person I had the conversation with. I was asked to give A reason, so I gave the latest of many reasons. When asked to elaborate, I was cut short. Nothing new there, I expected as much.

During several prior and subsequent conversations it was repeatedly brought up that my company loyalty was lacking. Excuse me? One wants to question company loyalty, one needs to take into consideration the fact that not very damn many people would spend a 4-hour daily commute and $200 a month in bus fare just to get back and forth to work for the better part of a year. No where else, just to and from work. If I wanted to go anywhere else, I'd have to either walk or pay extra fare.

Company loyalty? In five years, I only called out once.. And that was because I stressed out to the max with an effin' migrain because of what all was going on.

Let it also be known that it was not my decision to leave one week short of my two-week notice. I was told to leave the day I asked for the next day off. It shouldn't matter what the reason was. It could have been for anything from a doctor's appointment, to some personal emergency. The point is, I could have taken the lazy way and just called out the next morning. Instead I took the high road and tried to give some kind of notice for it. For that I was told that it was the last straw.

Last Straw?

I've put up with plenty of "last straws." Let's see, there were the several times I was left nasty personal notes in the log book, all the times I pointed out unnecessary risks being taken in the workplace, all the times I came to someone in authority with a legitimate concern, only to be told that it's trivial personal bullshit. The times I've offered a solution to a problem that would have meant out-of-pocket expense to myself - again, only to be told that they misunderstood what I was saying. And isn't it funny that to another person standing there, having heard the entire conversation, what I said made perfect sense. I find that very interesting.

A "Last Straw" comes to mind when I went to verify some procedure that wasn't the regular practice, during a particularly busy time of day. I was completely cut short, talked down to, and later screamed at because "I was questioning someone's position." I would like to let it be known that Let it be known that every single day at work I've given 110% but on this particular day I gave 120% effort to help them prepare for an event. For that I deserved to be screamed at?

Excuse me, anyone else would have walked out long before that. But I didn't. And yet they cite "loyalty" or "personal dislike" or "not being able to keep my opinion to myself" or any number of things they might want to come up with.

The point is, one can only cut corners for so long before one hangs one's self with one's own rope. The reality is (its like an old friend always told me) "Greed'll get 'em every time."

Saturday, June 13, 2009

So how was YOUR day?

I'm getting to where I really hate working on Saturdays. Come to think of it, I'm really starting to hate the place I work more and more these days - A little more on that a bit later.
The day started out ok when I left the house, caught the first bus to the El. It was even ok on the train - till I got to Center City. I hadn't taken even five steps toward the Dunkin Donuts for my favorite coffee, when someone I passed on the sidewalk says "Hey, you got an extra cigarrette?" I gave him the one I was smoking and let him think it was my very last one - like the guilt is really gonna kill somebody like that. Then after getting my coffee, and was heading back out the door to the bus stop, this lady comes in and right away hits me up for 50 cents. I pull out a bunch of change... then she says "You got a dollar?" No effin' way - "I gave ya 50 cents." I've really had it. I'm sick of these assholes thinking people like me owe them $1.50 just because they happen to see me in a place of business. Let them commute two effin' hours and spend $10 a damn day just to get back and forth to work.
It didn't get much better from there either. When I got into work, there was a nice little note waiting for me from the evening kennel tech. "I cleaned the kitten cages, the ones that were in holding. I also cleaned their ears, which were very nasty. PLEASE clean their ears again tomorrow and clean them more often in the future." ..... Like I don't? Get f-in' real. I do more in one hour than this girl does her entire shift. I've worked continuous circles around her the entire four years I've been there. I've seen her sit down on the the sales floor (not on a chair or anything, mind you, but the actual floor) at the beginning of her shift because she was "tired." I know for a fact that when she disappears and nobody can find her, she's hiding out in the bathroom playing a handheld video game or talking on her cell phone. She's illiterate, she can't spell and what notes she does write make little or no sense at all. I struggled with deciphering the syntax of the above-mentioned note for twenty minutes before I could eventually figure out what she was actually trying to say. I know that if she put as much energy into doing her job as she does thinking of ways to get out of doing any work, she might actually get something done.
Add this to the cheapness factor, the miscommunications, the bug-eyed responses whenever I ask a simple question, the self-absorbed mentality, the tunnel vision, the bottom line and all the other crap I'm sick of putting up with... I'm soooo ready to just walk right the hell out. Everyday I go in I tell myself - this might just be the day.