I really hate it here, my place of employment. I hate it's location. I hate it's existence, I hate about 7 people here. I hate myself for allowing it to happen. I hate it's elevation, I hate it's mission. I hate coming here. I hate leaving here because I hate having to decompress to come back here. I hate what it did to my soul. Funny I can leave at any time and work somewhere else. I want to sleep 8nterest an exciting city but never venture outside.
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Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Agnostic Ash Wednesday Chub Club
Agnostic Ash Wednesday Chub Club
Another Lenten season is upon me. I haven’t been a strict Catholic since I was a young lad, and I attend once a year, usually the Easter Vigil mass. Something about the ritual of Catholicism keeps me from venturing towards another church. The rules are pretty much the same, the “thou shall not’s” are similar. I don’t like being around people so I’m not active in anything really. I don’t really have a hard core belief, I believe in an afterlife, but I look back and see what I was taught and I laugh at my naiveté. I don’t laugh, outwardly at least, at adults who believe in the doctrine I believed when I was 13.
Christmas would seem the most logical time to embrace or question faith. I suppose it is the shopping for sales, or the perfect gift, or filling out cards with comments that are non secular but express warm greetings. The birth of the Son of God by a virgin, who will grow up to die a horrible death for sins of a chubby Hispanic that will not occur for 2000 years does stretch the limit of imagination.
It is Fat Tuesday, the day before Ash Wednesday. If you live in a fun area it is doubtful you are at work. You would be on a parade route catching beads with your children or grandchildren and trying not to get caught by your old lady looking at women baring their all for some beads. Sounds like fun.
I sit in my disheveled office working on paperwork and hoping no one bugs me. This is my goal every day, to not get annoyed by somebody. This has a sister companion thought, I must bug whomever bugs me. I don’t get bugged by the performance of my normal duties. I am bugged by the entitlement that some feel.
An example: Yesterday was a federal holiday, but not a state holiday. President’s Day is celebrated the day after thanksgiving. 5:00 on the dot one of the needy persons came down and wanted something posted and certified from our mail room, our Bureau Chief and I explained that the mail room closed at 3:00 and no one is available. In a snide manner (which showed the extent of her face lift) she said “None of you know how to do it?”, normally I would go ½ ballistic and use my mental thesaurus to explain in careful details that a reasonable person would keep track of their duties to the point, if they needed something special they would give a heads up.
However, A mental mule gave me a kick to the head, and I said “Even if we could, the Post Office is closed today and no mail is going out”, dejectedly we walked away and said out loud “What am I supposed to tell them”, to which I told the BC “Tell them to do their job and be prepared”
Moving on
The DA turns 50 this week and she has been crying and is depressed because her sisters get special presents on momentous birthdays, and she gets very little. I try to explain that her behavior dictates the present. Her sister got a trip to Alaska for her her 50th, the DA gets 50 bucks.
The DA has been deemed Mentally incompetent to stand trial, but she has been arrested 4 times for crossing a parking lot and a cop saw her and shoplifting which almost got me in trouble because the Cop was bored and I don’t like cops, ( I was doing laundry and didn’t know what the DA was doing until a cop came). So the DA is acting like she has a get out of Jail free card, but she doesn’t like to wait, so it costs 50.00 to bal her out, and the cops don’t seem to care they are wasting her time
Actual fat man musings:
Lent starts tomorrow, as I have mentioned, I believe but I don’t really want to explain or become inconvenienced. I like ritual. I like the ashes aspect, or the thinking behind it. I haven’t tried to give up something for lent in a very long time. I had a thought a few days ago to form a weight loss group during Lent for “Lost Catholics”. It would be the Agnostic Ash Wednesday Chub Club. A club for people wanting to quit some vice, smokes, booze, etc, and we would work towards losing weight, with the idea that if one goal is reached, the others would fall in line.
There is a sinister idea behind the Agnostic Ash Wednesday Chub Club, but I haven’t formed it out fully
I weigh 242, smoke, booze on Fridays
Let’s see how I do dealing with the DA’s 50’th
Another Lenten season is upon me. I haven’t been a strict Catholic since I was a young lad, and I attend once a year, usually the Easter Vigil mass. Something about the ritual of Catholicism keeps me from venturing towards another church. The rules are pretty much the same, the “thou shall not’s” are similar. I don’t like being around people so I’m not active in anything really. I don’t really have a hard core belief, I believe in an afterlife, but I look back and see what I was taught and I laugh at my naiveté. I don’t laugh, outwardly at least, at adults who believe in the doctrine I believed when I was 13.
Christmas would seem the most logical time to embrace or question faith. I suppose it is the shopping for sales, or the perfect gift, or filling out cards with comments that are non secular but express warm greetings. The birth of the Son of God by a virgin, who will grow up to die a horrible death for sins of a chubby Hispanic that will not occur for 2000 years does stretch the limit of imagination.
It is Fat Tuesday, the day before Ash Wednesday. If you live in a fun area it is doubtful you are at work. You would be on a parade route catching beads with your children or grandchildren and trying not to get caught by your old lady looking at women baring their all for some beads. Sounds like fun.
I sit in my disheveled office working on paperwork and hoping no one bugs me. This is my goal every day, to not get annoyed by somebody. This has a sister companion thought, I must bug whomever bugs me. I don’t get bugged by the performance of my normal duties. I am bugged by the entitlement that some feel.
An example: Yesterday was a federal holiday, but not a state holiday. President’s Day is celebrated the day after thanksgiving. 5:00 on the dot one of the needy persons came down and wanted something posted and certified from our mail room, our Bureau Chief and I explained that the mail room closed at 3:00 and no one is available. In a snide manner (which showed the extent of her face lift) she said “None of you know how to do it?”, normally I would go ½ ballistic and use my mental thesaurus to explain in careful details that a reasonable person would keep track of their duties to the point, if they needed something special they would give a heads up.
However, A mental mule gave me a kick to the head, and I said “Even if we could, the Post Office is closed today and no mail is going out”, dejectedly we walked away and said out loud “What am I supposed to tell them”, to which I told the BC “Tell them to do their job and be prepared”
Moving on
The DA turns 50 this week and she has been crying and is depressed because her sisters get special presents on momentous birthdays, and she gets very little. I try to explain that her behavior dictates the present. Her sister got a trip to Alaska for her her 50th, the DA gets 50 bucks.
The DA has been deemed Mentally incompetent to stand trial, but she has been arrested 4 times for crossing a parking lot and a cop saw her and shoplifting which almost got me in trouble because the Cop was bored and I don’t like cops, ( I was doing laundry and didn’t know what the DA was doing until a cop came). So the DA is acting like she has a get out of Jail free card, but she doesn’t like to wait, so it costs 50.00 to bal her out, and the cops don’t seem to care they are wasting her time
Actual fat man musings:
Lent starts tomorrow, as I have mentioned, I believe but I don’t really want to explain or become inconvenienced. I like ritual. I like the ashes aspect, or the thinking behind it. I haven’t tried to give up something for lent in a very long time. I had a thought a few days ago to form a weight loss group during Lent for “Lost Catholics”. It would be the Agnostic Ash Wednesday Chub Club. A club for people wanting to quit some vice, smokes, booze, etc, and we would work towards losing weight, with the idea that if one goal is reached, the others would fall in line.
There is a sinister idea behind the Agnostic Ash Wednesday Chub Club, but I haven’t formed it out fully
I weigh 242, smoke, booze on Fridays
Let’s see how I do dealing with the DA’s 50’th
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
The terrorist Budget accountants vs me
Friday of a Holiday weekend
The weekend actually started on Friday morning. My boss and I had a meeting with the Budget Director and the Chief Information Technology Officer. (1) When we first met with the CITO he mentioned that nothing will change except the functions of the duplication center, shipping and close the stockroom. The stockroom would directly involve me, and I inquired into the reasoning (2), he caught my drift and nervously laughed and said “Don’t worry we’ll find plenty for you to do”.(3)
My boss jumped in before I started jumping ugly (4) and asked if he had seen the stockroom and everything in there. He agreed to make a quick visit and give me a chance to make my case. The visit went well he agreed to my recommendations, but said the stockroom would be a full service institution, and he issued a decree stating I would do ALL ordering. The decree was sent to all managers.
Two weeks ago I received a request for 2 dozen retractable pens, and I followed through with the order. I got two bids, took the lowest and sent it to budget. I heard nothing for two days, I asked the Administrative Assistant if she had heard anything, and she told me that the Budget section went ballistic at not having prior information. The requisition is on hold indefinitely, and she didn’t know why I wasn’t informed (5).
I was horse collared by the budget director in the hallway (6) and we had a brief discussion about accounting procedures, why she was not advised, and she was requesting a meeting with CITO, her boss, my boss and me. She wasn’t happy about the way things are done and in Accountant speak she indicated she didn’t like having a stockroom because the budget dollars are tied up in ASD and direct cost accounting should be used which is something I reminded her I had been asking for using the $10 million accounting system.
I spoke to my boss and we both agreed it is a fait accompli, she gets what she wants, and no one either has the balls to challenge her, they are dazzled by her looks (7), or they don’t have any idea what is going on and it is too small a matter to involve the higher ups.
By now you are saying, get to the meeting. Friday comes and we go and the budget director’s boss is not there, but a thin nervous man is there. I don’t know who he is but I notice the CITO did not sit at the head of the table which is curious since it is his meeting, and his meeting room.
The budget director shows up 10 minutes late, and during that time we chatted a bit and it was evident to me that she had already made her case and we were there as a courtesy. She outlined why she didn’t want me doing the supplies any more using the current cost allocations, why the budget dollars shouldn’t be tied up in ASD with a yearly reconciliation, and why her staff is too busy for more timely accounting entries.
I pointed out why from a economy of scales it is better from a fraud and waste standpoint, and I was interrupted repeatedly, she did apologize for it but she said her case is made and if there any other questions make them now because she has to go. I asked “So what happens to my duties (as if I didn’t know), the CITO laughs again and repeats “Don’t worry there is plenty for you to do” about accountability will reside with the managers, but he started stammering and stuttering rather badly. This is a “tell” that he is hiding something, and deviating from his prepared script.
The Budget Gal reassured me that I am a valuable asset and “You have skills”, I kind of lost my cool and said “that is what I was told when I was exiled to the basement”. No one said anything and she left. After she left I asked the CITO “So all this is about saving her staff work” and the nervous guy went into a soliloquy speaking to no one specifically stuttering so much I have no idea what he said.
My boss and I speak afterwards and we make note of recent decisions. We may lose the gal who does shots with the department secretary and the CITO. She isn’t an asset and will not be missed, the term employee hired to help me has had his duties used to cover the gal who does nothing, but they may not retain him. I’m two years from retirement and they won’t replace me in the stockroom.
There will more deliveries for me, waste and abuse from the Admn Assistants, and new opportunities for me. I’m not going to seek competitive bids anymore since they don’t care, and they don’t know that since I saw it coming I ordered enough for 6 months.
Should be interesting.
(1) We used to be under the Administration Services Division (ASD) until last month, a change that raised a lot of questions since our bureau runs the functional part of the building such as cars, maintenance, mail, and property control.
(2) The stockroom has been a target of closure for many years, other agencies have the individual operating units order their own supplies. There are reasons on either side. I’ve thought its better from a economy of scales to order for everyone and deliver as they use them. When each orders their own there is waste, and it is expensive to order in small quantities.
(3) Now isn’t that a fucked up thing to say to someone. That is a “tell”, a lie of omission. There is a plan and they are not ready to reveal.
(4) In a most polite non threatening way that would not emasculate him
(5) Kind of a retaliation, but Budget is queen of the May and they pretty much do what they want, I’m kind of petty with them and enjoy when they fill miffed.
(6) We used to be really tight years ago, I helped train her, we used to eat out lunch together, and it was initiated by her, because of her looks she was kind of shunned when she first started, and we got to know each other really well. She had a bad break up and was fixed up on a date, a guy she married and she changed everything about her appearance. She went from a very attractive lady, to a well bred society looking lady.
(7) It is a strange thing having good looking ladies for a friend, outsiders inquire if anything is going on, haters as why I’m with a phony, and they find an excuse to say howdy when I’m with her and flirt a bit
The weekend actually started on Friday morning. My boss and I had a meeting with the Budget Director and the Chief Information Technology Officer. (1) When we first met with the CITO he mentioned that nothing will change except the functions of the duplication center, shipping and close the stockroom. The stockroom would directly involve me, and I inquired into the reasoning (2), he caught my drift and nervously laughed and said “Don’t worry we’ll find plenty for you to do”.(3)
My boss jumped in before I started jumping ugly (4) and asked if he had seen the stockroom and everything in there. He agreed to make a quick visit and give me a chance to make my case. The visit went well he agreed to my recommendations, but said the stockroom would be a full service institution, and he issued a decree stating I would do ALL ordering. The decree was sent to all managers.
Two weeks ago I received a request for 2 dozen retractable pens, and I followed through with the order. I got two bids, took the lowest and sent it to budget. I heard nothing for two days, I asked the Administrative Assistant if she had heard anything, and she told me that the Budget section went ballistic at not having prior information. The requisition is on hold indefinitely, and she didn’t know why I wasn’t informed (5).
I was horse collared by the budget director in the hallway (6) and we had a brief discussion about accounting procedures, why she was not advised, and she was requesting a meeting with CITO, her boss, my boss and me. She wasn’t happy about the way things are done and in Accountant speak she indicated she didn’t like having a stockroom because the budget dollars are tied up in ASD and direct cost accounting should be used which is something I reminded her I had been asking for using the $10 million accounting system.
I spoke to my boss and we both agreed it is a fait accompli, she gets what she wants, and no one either has the balls to challenge her, they are dazzled by her looks (7), or they don’t have any idea what is going on and it is too small a matter to involve the higher ups.
By now you are saying, get to the meeting. Friday comes and we go and the budget director’s boss is not there, but a thin nervous man is there. I don’t know who he is but I notice the CITO did not sit at the head of the table which is curious since it is his meeting, and his meeting room.
The budget director shows up 10 minutes late, and during that time we chatted a bit and it was evident to me that she had already made her case and we were there as a courtesy. She outlined why she didn’t want me doing the supplies any more using the current cost allocations, why the budget dollars shouldn’t be tied up in ASD with a yearly reconciliation, and why her staff is too busy for more timely accounting entries.
I pointed out why from a economy of scales it is better from a fraud and waste standpoint, and I was interrupted repeatedly, she did apologize for it but she said her case is made and if there any other questions make them now because she has to go. I asked “So what happens to my duties (as if I didn’t know), the CITO laughs again and repeats “Don’t worry there is plenty for you to do” about accountability will reside with the managers, but he started stammering and stuttering rather badly. This is a “tell” that he is hiding something, and deviating from his prepared script.
The Budget Gal reassured me that I am a valuable asset and “You have skills”, I kind of lost my cool and said “that is what I was told when I was exiled to the basement”. No one said anything and she left. After she left I asked the CITO “So all this is about saving her staff work” and the nervous guy went into a soliloquy speaking to no one specifically stuttering so much I have no idea what he said.
My boss and I speak afterwards and we make note of recent decisions. We may lose the gal who does shots with the department secretary and the CITO. She isn’t an asset and will not be missed, the term employee hired to help me has had his duties used to cover the gal who does nothing, but they may not retain him. I’m two years from retirement and they won’t replace me in the stockroom.
There will more deliveries for me, waste and abuse from the Admn Assistants, and new opportunities for me. I’m not going to seek competitive bids anymore since they don’t care, and they don’t know that since I saw it coming I ordered enough for 6 months.
Should be interesting.
(1) We used to be under the Administration Services Division (ASD) until last month, a change that raised a lot of questions since our bureau runs the functional part of the building such as cars, maintenance, mail, and property control.
(2) The stockroom has been a target of closure for many years, other agencies have the individual operating units order their own supplies. There are reasons on either side. I’ve thought its better from a economy of scales to order for everyone and deliver as they use them. When each orders their own there is waste, and it is expensive to order in small quantities.
(3) Now isn’t that a fucked up thing to say to someone. That is a “tell”, a lie of omission. There is a plan and they are not ready to reveal.
(4) In a most polite non threatening way that would not emasculate him
(5) Kind of a retaliation, but Budget is queen of the May and they pretty much do what they want, I’m kind of petty with them and enjoy when they fill miffed.
(6) We used to be really tight years ago, I helped train her, we used to eat out lunch together, and it was initiated by her, because of her looks she was kind of shunned when she first started, and we got to know each other really well. She had a bad break up and was fixed up on a date, a guy she married and she changed everything about her appearance. She went from a very attractive lady, to a well bred society looking lady.
(7) It is a strange thing having good looking ladies for a friend, outsiders inquire if anything is going on, haters as why I’m with a phony, and they find an excuse to say howdy when I’m with her and flirt a bit
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Thursday an 38 days to go
February 26, 2009
Ok today, but this morning, my attempt to give up my right to be offended was tempted and I probably failed. Last week I presented products, and they were defective and it was brought to my attention, I attempted to fix the problem, but an offended was more intent on complaining, that taking the correction I had in my hand, not wanting to enter into a verbal joust, I asked for the supervisor to contact me, I got a brief terse note back but her supervisors were cc’d, now I have to involve but I gave a synopsis of what happened but in about four hundreds words and my head honcho who used to be a radio guy made an off hand remark about brevity, maybe I should have twittered
Anyway
Steroid last night cheated with tortilla and butter
This morning 256
Tonight 116
I not eat late it is 11:00
I will pic, pic and post
Good night
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
President Obama a hope for a new nation
01/20/2009
The day has arrived; President Obama and his wife are going through the ritual. Mass at the president’s church, now a coffee with Bush and Chaney at the white house, millions of people are ecstatic one end of the mall has closed (14th street entrance) it is full. The pictures of the National Mall are amazing; the news agencies are doing a good job showing the people celebrating both black and white in a virtual block party.
I sit at home, the cat even seems excited, waking me up at 6:00 (Mohammed Ali just showed up, its like 20 degrees, what are they thinking, Magic Johnson) as I was typing, the Cat woke me p at 6:00 and would not be denied, I thought I had forgotten to feed him last night, but I had not, In my enthusiasm I figured he wanted to see the pomp and pageantry, but when I turned on the TV he merely yawned and wanted a little attention. He is now looking outside from his high perch. I took the morning off, I wanted to be pensive I my thoughts, on the dawn of a new era. Pres Obama repeated a quote from Dr. King, that “if you are a street sweeper, you have a duty to be the best street sweeper ever”. I’ve heard this before, and I’ve tried to wrap my mind around it, it has never hit home, and it may be since I’ve heard it from supervisors over the years, but it is said as a warning
(they are showing the crowd and they are all chanting “Obama, Obama” and I have to say it is bring a tear to my eye, I just read Michael Moore’s blog and I am recalling Olbermann’s admonition of Bush, saying because he allowed war crimes, we re also guilty of war crimes, fair point but I hoop Keith backs down a bit. Bush and Chaney will get theirs, likely in the same manner that Reagan did not get to enjoy the fruits of the empire he built, and did not have to answer for his errors)
But as a warning it is meaningless, I need to stop getting creamed, I need to stop birching about my situation, I need to let the situation with Gf work its self out, embrace my place one step at a time, seize the cards I am dealt, take better of myself, organize my self, walk the kitty, see the family, change the attitude, take the train trip, see the left coast, reduce the load, pay down the burden
28 years ago a old man declared, it is morning in America, Today it is the Dawn of a new America, for the first time I am older than the President, this is our time, this is our place, this is our struggle, the old and the new come out the door, preceded by the war criminals, with little a hour to go, I am struck by my failures, but I am hopeful, the enthusiasm will follow, and I will do my part
Time to get down to work
Wednesday, December 03, 2008
forgot to title the post
It is a drag when you cannot sleep; since I have abstained I have not slept well. I figure I got about 5 hours yesterday, and I think I slept about ½ hour tonight but my jaw slipped and I grinded my teeth an woke completely up, that signaled kitty to hop on the bed and crawl between my legs, this is fine when I am already asleep, but if I am not then I can’t move and Kitty gets vocally bummed out, he used to curl next to me and wrap his paws around my hand but he doesn’t do that every time. He might be mad since I was off for 10 calendar days and I left today for 4 hour stretches, I come home for lunch. He is excite for about an hour and a half and if I stay up too late he comes and sits next to me which is usually a sigh to go to bed. 1:35 am damn I’m feeling that sense of dread that if I don’t go to sleep soon I will see the sun rise… Listening to the last of a Louie Armstrong CD, “Heebie Jeebies “ yawn 2:00 struggling to find a seam of tranquility
10:27 pm moderately tired, did nothing again, work ok, training tomorrow
December 3, 2008
Training over, I won some pixie sticks which I gave to an old co worker, won a scracher which produced nothing and got some props from division director for sending a thank you e-mail to a trainer, which was kind of cool. Training ended early so there is a bit of daylight out, I’m hoping that I can get to bed early tonight and stay asleep
but tonight BB king will be on tv and the victoria secret show is on which is silly since I can see more on the net that if it weren't frankly so filthy I'd take advantage of it despite the risk of virus attack.
so there is this show secret millionare where rich clueless people pretend they are down on their luck for a week and then find worthy people to give money to, but I doubt the reality of the show because of the cameras, even if you by the premise of a reality show, people will be nicer if they know they are being filmed.
I smell a rat, and not the one on a stick the kid was eating
full moon sans date, but with bad spelling
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