Wednesday, December 5, 2007

Rain = puddles as Car = wet pants

We got hit with two storms back to back over this past weekend in Portland, OR and surrounding areas. When Monday morning came along, I walked to my bus stop as usual. The rain and wind was still kickin' good. When I reached the corner that I normally cross to get to my bus stop, it was flooded - the rain reached my ankles. When I looked at the other corners to see if I could cross elsewhere to avoid treading through waters, it was no use. The worse part was in fact at my actual bus stop. The water reached 2 inches above my ankles because the storm drain was backed up. On top of that, every car that drove by saw the water and still drove through it like maniacs, causing my pants to become soaked up to my knees. I yelled and cussed out at several drivers because there was nothing else better for me to do. Why drive through thick, raging puddles knowing someone is standing right there and there's nowhere else for them to go? Think you're cute? Fuckers...

Deadbeat employer feels need to protect themselves from what they lost

So one of my best friends quit her job today. It's something that's been on her mind for quite a while for similar reasons why I left the same company. The most pathetic thing they could do (and they did do this) was escort her off property. It's like implying that she's a threat to the place. For God's sakes, the woman is leaving because your company is pathetic. There's nothing more precious to this company except their money. They care more about what they consider to be a threat to their name than someone who was worked to the bone, gave a crap about their job and did their damndest to make it into a better place. This large, worldwide property company has got to be the worst company I ever worked for. You bring up a situation that pertains to slander and heresay, they immediately dismiss it. But once you get an audit and you fuck up on it, EVERYONE'S heads roll. It doesn't matter if just one person is at fault.

My friend gets escorted off the property (she didn't break any laws, didn't steal or anything); within 10 minutes of submitting her resignation, her phone was disconnected. Talk about not wasting time!!! Don't these people have anything else better to do?!?

Thursday, November 29, 2007

Sick in the head? Perhaps...

So I'm going around thinking that something's seriously wrong with, esp. after describing my symptoms to a doctor over the phone. Although it was only a "half diagnosis" because I hadn't had any official tests run on me, the doc's words were still scary nonetheless. It's practically a lost cause because I can't even talk about it with my loved ones. You see, I'm a hypochondriac. Hypochondriacs always think the worse and have the tendency to think they're dying of something as serious as Cancer, etc. Therapy for such a condition involves being able to talk about what's on their mind and being able to literally "feel the release" by doing so. I've also been meditating/ praying. But the part that fucks with my head the most is the fact that I still can't talk about it with the people I love the most because my cries of worry are ignored. I most likely brought this on myself because I'm a crybaby when it comes to not feeling well. Could it be that their reactions are adding to the negative way my health feels because I'm not getting the help I need? Perhaps... or perhaps this really is all in my head... quite literally. One thinks that I'm crying for attention. I get attention 24/7 so I don't feel the need for it. I really think I someone to screw my head on right and tell me, "It's okay. Just let it out. Tell me why you feel this way. Why do you think you're sick? What makes you say that? What do you think you need to do to take care of this?" No. That's not what happens. That's the problem. Nothing happens. I just continue to live in fear. I could easily pick up my Happy Meal ass and run to a doctor's office and ask for a head-to-toe physical to make sure I'm just peachy-keen... but even that takes money, another thing I don't have. Talk about whining... Jesus. Someone, call the Whaaaambulance for me.

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

I have a million bucks I can deposit in my bank account!

NOT!!!!

Alexander Smith from the grand state of Georgia tried to pull a fast one at his bank by attempting to deposit a fake million-dollar bill. This made the news on CNN and Fox News, so he obviously accomplished on getting the attention he wanted but for the wrong reason. Mr. Smith needs, I think, a good history lesson. The only current forms of currency (not coins) that are in existence today in the US are what you always see: Washington ($1), Jefferson (for any of the left over Two-dollar bills), Lincoln ($5), Hamilton ($10), Jackson ($20), Grant ($50) and Franklin ($100-It's all about the Benjamins baby!). The largest currency ever printed was the $100,000 bill which was stopped in 1934 because of the state the economy was in. There were $500, $1,000, $5,000, and $10,000 bills made but those were ended in 1969 for similar reasons - that and because people just had no use for them. No one could ever have managed to have change for extra large bills. There has never been a million-dollar bill in print for the US, except in the game of LIFE by Milton Bradley. Nice try Mr. Smith, but, no cigar. 10 out of 10 for this fool.

Time to put an extra squeeze on OJ!

The 60 yr. old O.J. Simpson is submitting the same plea as he did when he was accused of the untimely and horrific death of Nicole Brown Simpson. "NOT GUILTY." He is claiming he is innocent of the robbery and kidnapping charges recently affixed to him. Of course he's innocent! He's O.J.! What... EVER! If he's innocent, then I'm a virgin. We need to put this guy out of circulation. He's so deluded that he's believing his own lies. I've no tolerance for compulsive liars, celebrity or not.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

The everyday-news meteorologist vs. The Weather Channel

Living in Portland, OR has gotten me all excited to be able to experience all four seeasons again after wasting away over 20 years in California. Last night we had a select few meteorologists saying that the outskirts of Portland were going to receive a few "snow showers." I live in the outskirts of Portland. There was nothing! Then other meteorologists were saying that Troutdale and Beaverton were getting snow. I turned on the news on TV and then looked at the weather forecast online with Yahoo. They were the complete opposite of each other. The TV had ice in Troutdale at 32 degrees while Yahoo had rain showers at 44 degrees. I'm no meteorologist however I have been interested in the field for as long as I can remember. We've got modern technology people!!! USE THE SHIT RIGHT! Every meteorologist is bound to make mistakes as 60% of the time their forecasts are usually predictions and guesses. But seeing that difference between what TV and Yahoo had made me pissed to no end. Are we or are we not going to get snow damn it?!?!

Bah-Humbug is totally okay in the office

So we come to the time where we show our merry selves and have goodwill towards man... yadda yadda yadda. I'm in an office of approximately 20 people. It's a wonderful Firm to work for but the people within this particular office are seemingly getting the hang of taking advantage of the fact that they have someone who is willing to work hard, namely me, so they start to throw things at me as though I'm a clown that's good with juggling. What I hate most is that one of the things they keep bugging me about involves the use of a certain software that I'm not familiar with and have openly admitted to everyone that I don't know what I'm doing when I have to use the software... yet no one knows what they're doing either so I'm left without anyone to train me on it. BUT... regardless of this fact, they still come at me like a pack of lunatics high off of meth or something. "I need this... I need that... I want this... I want that..." Lay off bitches! What gets me, too, is that they continue to bitch and whine while the phone is ringing, and I'm supposed to pick up the main line within two or three rings. And THEY get upset if I interrupt to tell them to wait so I can pick up the phone. I like helping people as much as the next person, but if it means it's with something they can do themselves, I'm cool... I want to be far from whatever it is. I won't waste your time so don't waste mine. I don't sit at the front desk to look pretty.