Jim Reeves (Rusty's supervisor for whom he made the Superman chainmail) has posted a lot of pictures regarding Rusty here: http://picasaweb.google.com/jreevesjr/StanleyRustyPickle?feat=email#
Also, I recently received condolence from someone on Thumbertalk, who directed me to a forum Rusty started: http://www.thumpertalk.com/forum/showthread.php?t=764367 regarding his belief that he should keep his brights on all the time at night when on the motorcycle. On page 9 this person informed everyone of the accident, and everyone offered sympathy.
In keeping with his legacy, I'd like to continue to update this blog regarding Amtgard. To put it simply, Amtgard is an organization that's very Renaissance-based in which people get together with foam weapons and engage in battle. It's a really great way to manage stress, because you get to hit people, and no one gets hurt! Rusty was in the process of bringing it to Des Moines, and had planned on meeting up with another Amtgard group... somewhere in Iowa the weekend after he passed, to try and get them to show us what it's like.
If you're interrested, please let Robert Poland know at RobertPoland@mchsi.com. I think right now we're just looking at a head-count.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Friday, May 1, 2009
The Aftermath
I'm very happy with the visitation.
That morning his Grandma said, "Now don't be surprised if not many people show up. You know how people are; say they'll come, then they don't come." I just smiled in response.
The family later confessed that they were only expecting maybe 10 people to show up. They must have been overwhelmed with the turnout! There were only 82 signatures in the guest book, so we know not everyone signed. A group of Mediacom friends toasted him a block away, and I got a limited edition can of Jones Soda from it.
Everyone was very impressed with the slideshow I put together, saying I have such talent. I was very happy that my college roomate, Chris could make it, and I told her that everyone liked the pictures she took of me and Rusty, which I took from Facebook.
It was eirie seeing Rusty's body for the final time. Since it feels like he's always beside me, it looked like it was just an empty shell, though some of his siblings refused to go into that room. Other people said he looked like he was just sleeping, but I saw that his eyes and nose were a little sunken compared to when I last saw the body. People noticed that he was too large for the display cascet, and I explained that he won't be cremated in it.
The socializing is a blur of many people saying to me, "If you need anything, give me a call," and me taking out my phone and getting their number for the first time.
It's like he built this huge support system just for me. In the meantime, I'm burning discs for those that want a copy of the DVD.
That morning his Grandma said, "Now don't be surprised if not many people show up. You know how people are; say they'll come, then they don't come." I just smiled in response.
The family later confessed that they were only expecting maybe 10 people to show up. They must have been overwhelmed with the turnout! There were only 82 signatures in the guest book, so we know not everyone signed. A group of Mediacom friends toasted him a block away, and I got a limited edition can of Jones Soda from it.
Everyone was very impressed with the slideshow I put together, saying I have such talent. I was very happy that my college roomate, Chris could make it, and I told her that everyone liked the pictures she took of me and Rusty, which I took from Facebook.
It was eirie seeing Rusty's body for the final time. Since it feels like he's always beside me, it looked like it was just an empty shell, though some of his siblings refused to go into that room. Other people said he looked like he was just sleeping, but I saw that his eyes and nose were a little sunken compared to when I last saw the body. People noticed that he was too large for the display cascet, and I explained that he won't be cremated in it.
The socializing is a blur of many people saying to me, "If you need anything, give me a call," and me taking out my phone and getting their number for the first time.
It's like he built this huge support system just for me. In the meantime, I'm burning discs for those that want a copy of the DVD.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
I Love My In-Laws
Just an update to let everyone know I'm still doing OK. I've only cried a few times today, so I may be able to handle working tomorrow.. assuming I still have a job. (I called in yesterday at 11, when I should have been there at 7.) I'll find out. If they fire me after this, it's not a place I ought to be anyway. Oh well.
We're not thinking about suing anyone about the helmet any more. Even the detective says no helmet can save someone at 50 miles per hour.
It's been nice getting to know my new family. I was nervous to meet his brother, Jason, because everyone says he's a spitting image of Rusty, but I can see the differences; his brow doesn't come forward as much, and his hair is much lighter and more monotone, and there's something different about the shape of his chin, I think.. like it's not as square, or it doesn't stick out as much.
Rusty's siblings (and cousin, Tracy) and I went to Pella to see the tulips. Only about half of them were blooming, but it's still pretty. Then Cathy (his mom) called and told us we were under a tornado watch, so we came back home to Cathy's house. No tornados.
We had the family viewing, to which my mom, step-dad, sister and niece was invited. I was included in the big decision-making that involved only his two biological parents and myself. We couldn't find a renaissance-themed urn. I mentioned his beer mug, which has a lid, and the woman at the funeral home said to wait until we know how many ashes. (I was excited to find an urn that's biodegradable, designed to have a tree planted in the ashes, and the tree eventually outgrowing the urn. I would want one like that, if I had to choose for myself. I've had such pleasure with paper products; books and art, it seems fitting to feed a tree.)
The Des Moines Register charges $4 PER LINE for obituaries, so we passed on that, and settled for a page on their website, in which it says the visitation will be Wednesday, but it is on Tuesday. (Also, my name is spelled Geisler, not Giesler, as it's written. I didn't even notice; my mom did. It was my mistake.)
I also designed the cards we'll be handing out Tuesday. They're gorgeous, and I'll probably post them on Deviantart. The family says the same thing I've heard from many other people; You've got talent, you can make some money doing this. Rusty always said, "Rae, if I only had half the talent and skill you have..." so I felt pressed to design them myself when we discussed these things at the funeral home. We haven't printed them yet, but I'll send one to any who request it. rmgeisler@gmail.com
Yesterday I found out I have a voicemail message from Rusty. The first thing he says is "I love you."
We're not thinking about suing anyone about the helmet any more. Even the detective says no helmet can save someone at 50 miles per hour.
It's been nice getting to know my new family. I was nervous to meet his brother, Jason, because everyone says he's a spitting image of Rusty, but I can see the differences; his brow doesn't come forward as much, and his hair is much lighter and more monotone, and there's something different about the shape of his chin, I think.. like it's not as square, or it doesn't stick out as much.
Rusty's siblings (and cousin, Tracy) and I went to Pella to see the tulips. Only about half of them were blooming, but it's still pretty. Then Cathy (his mom) called and told us we were under a tornado watch, so we came back home to Cathy's house. No tornados.
We had the family viewing, to which my mom, step-dad, sister and niece was invited. I was included in the big decision-making that involved only his two biological parents and myself. We couldn't find a renaissance-themed urn. I mentioned his beer mug, which has a lid, and the woman at the funeral home said to wait until we know how many ashes. (I was excited to find an urn that's biodegradable, designed to have a tree planted in the ashes, and the tree eventually outgrowing the urn. I would want one like that, if I had to choose for myself. I've had such pleasure with paper products; books and art, it seems fitting to feed a tree.)
The Des Moines Register charges $4 PER LINE for obituaries, so we passed on that, and settled for a page on their website, in which it says the visitation will be Wednesday, but it is on Tuesday. (Also, my name is spelled Geisler, not Giesler, as it's written. I didn't even notice; my mom did. It was my mistake.)
I also designed the cards we'll be handing out Tuesday. They're gorgeous, and I'll probably post them on Deviantart. The family says the same thing I've heard from many other people; You've got talent, you can make some money doing this. Rusty always said, "Rae, if I only had half the talent and skill you have..." so I felt pressed to design them myself when we discussed these things at the funeral home. We haven't printed them yet, but I'll send one to any who request it. rmgeisler@gmail.com
Yesterday I found out I have a voicemail message from Rusty. The first thing he says is "I love you."
Friday, April 24, 2009
Visitation
The visitation will be on Tuesday, April 28 from 6-8 p.m. at Williams Funeral Home in Knoxville. Please RSVP by calling/texting me at 515-822-9414 http://www.williamsfhknoxville.com/OnlineObits.htm
We found out how it happened.The detective said there was no way he could have survived a colision like this. He t-boned the deer. I haven't seen the bike yet, but he said there's fur in the tire spokes and in the middle parts of the bike. When he collided with the deer, it forced his front tire to the right and down. He flew over, flipped, and landed on the back of his head. Yes, he was wearing his helmet. Let's just say that if he wasn't, then there would be no visitation. The family considers me family, even if we weren't married yet. They said I straightened him out. So we saw his body today, before they make it presentable, and there's not a scratch on him. It's still hard to beleive. It feels more like he's sticking around for a while.
.........I ...I just saw his helmet and clothes. The paramedics told us it was just a little crack in the helmet... it's not little. If you want helmet pictures, let me know. I'm NOT posting them here.
They're discussing the possibilities of a lawsuit, but it's looking grim. Iowa is a no-helmet state, and he was going 50 mph, the posted speed limit.
We found out how it happened.The detective said there was no way he could have survived a colision like this. He t-boned the deer. I haven't seen the bike yet, but he said there's fur in the tire spokes and in the middle parts of the bike. When he collided with the deer, it forced his front tire to the right and down. He flew over, flipped, and landed on the back of his head. Yes, he was wearing his helmet. Let's just say that if he wasn't, then there would be no visitation. The family considers me family, even if we weren't married yet. They said I straightened him out. So we saw his body today, before they make it presentable, and there's not a scratch on him. It's still hard to beleive. It feels more like he's sticking around for a while.
.........I ...I just saw his helmet and clothes. The paramedics told us it was just a little crack in the helmet... it's not little. If you want helmet pictures, let me know. I'm NOT posting them here.
They're discussing the possibilities of a lawsuit, but it's looking grim. Iowa is a no-helmet state, and he was going 50 mph, the posted speed limit.
Visitation Tuesday from 6-8 p.m.
The visitation will be at Williams Funeral Home in Knoxville. http://www.williamsfhknoxville.com/OnlineObits.htm
We found out how it happened.The detective said there was no way he could have survived a colision like this. He t-boned the deer. I haven't seen the bike yet, but he said there's fur in the tire spokes and in the middle pieces of the bike. When he collided with the deer, it forced his front tire to the right and down. He flew over, flipped, and landed on the back of his head/neck. Yes, he was wearing his helmet, and helmets don't cover this part of the neck. He died instantaneously.
The family considers me family, even if we weren't married yet. They said I straightened him out. So we saw his body today, before they make it presentable, and there's not a scratch on him.
We found out how it happened.The detective said there was no way he could have survived a colision like this. He t-boned the deer. I haven't seen the bike yet, but he said there's fur in the tire spokes and in the middle pieces of the bike. When he collided with the deer, it forced his front tire to the right and down. He flew over, flipped, and landed on the back of his head/neck. Yes, he was wearing his helmet, and helmets don't cover this part of the neck. He died instantaneously.
The family considers me family, even if we weren't married yet. They said I straightened him out. So we saw his body today, before they make it presentable, and there's not a scratch on him.
Goodbye to a Beloved Friend
I'm sorry to inform you all of the events of April 23, 2009.
Last night Rusty took the motorcycle to work, as he often did on such beautiful days. Around 7:45 p.m., he took his usual route home from work; Highway 235, then south on 63rd St. The sun had just set, and as he passed Park Ave, he was unable to avoid a deer crossing the road.It still doesn't seem real.
The rest of this is my testimony and some rambling. What we know so far is that he was wearing his helmet, and the paramedics say there wasn't a scratch on his body. His mom called them, and through her I know they're doing the autopsy this morning and we will hear of the result this afternoon. I will do my best to keep this blog updated. I have a list of people from Mediacom to keep updated: Zack, Brian+Stacy, Mat+Shlee, Josh, Tiki+Jim Reeves, Chris Horner, Chris Nison Bobert, Chris Gibbons, I need numbers for Bryan Myer and the guy we play World of Warcraft with, named Rob. Other than that, I have notified some of his friends in Iowa City, as well as the friend in the Air Force who introduced me to Rusty. Please, if you know anyone else who needs to stay in the loop, contact me at 515-822-9414 or rmgeisler[at]gmail[dot]com.
I assumed he was late getting home because he got held up at work when I heard a knock on the door. I thought maybe he was carrying something and couldn't open the door himself. When I looked through the peep hole and saw a man in a police officer's uniform I thought maybe he was in jail. When I opened the door and saw two police officers.... well, I suppose we all know what it means.
They asked for the family of Stan Pickle. I informed them I'm dating him and asked what happened. They asked if they could come in, (yes, of course) and if anyone else was home. Our roommate and his girlfriend were out, so they continued to tell me what happened. Though it wasn't a large deer, they still had to put it down.
They had me call Mom to come support me, and while we waited I told the remaining officer about Rusty's goal to bring Amtgard to Des Moines, and showed him the renaissance clothes he'd planned on wearing. I still don't have the heart to open the package that came in the mail that day, which I know is the skirt and corset he ordered for me. (OK, I lied, I just opened it, and I think I'll wear it to the funeral.)
I was showing him how I suppose Rusty's Renaissance pants fit together when our roommate and his girlfriend came home. "Rae.." she said in a scared tone, "What's going on?" I explained that Rusty hit a deer on the bike. We both burst into tears and we embraced, at the end of which she asked if he was in the hospital, so I informed her that he didn't make it, and the three of us held a prolonged embrace.
Mom and my step-dad arrived, and they asked the police some questions. I don't know how this process works, but I was given a card and a number to call regarding his body and the bike. I gave this number to Rusty's mom, who was also informed by the police in her area after I gave them her contact information. She tells me they can't move the body until she picks the funeral home. She's so upset, as is expected, and we don't know what he would have wanted. All I remember is him vehemently complaining about how expensive it is for someone to die. (Personally, I'd rather my surviving loved ones throw me in a dumpster than to be forced to pay thousands of dollars for services to a corpse.) His family has had some financial difficulty lately, so they certainly don't need any more expenses. Luckily, he did serve in the military, so they may pay for the funeral.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
whew....
Okay.. so the other day I was thinking to myself about several things including a couple "what would you do..." and a few "why would I do it?"
so now I am going to ask you some of the same questions...
What would you do...
...if you found a trashbag in your yard full if money? And why would you do that?
...if the police bashed in your door, discovered they were in the wrong house, then charge you for the repairs to your door? Why would you do that?
...if you went to the ATM and tried to withdraw $100 and ended up getting $1000? And why?
so now I am going to ask you some of the same questions...
What would you do...
...if you found a trashbag in your yard full if money? And why would you do that?
...if the police bashed in your door, discovered they were in the wrong house, then charge you for the repairs to your door? Why would you do that?
...if you went to the ATM and tried to withdraw $100 and ended up getting $1000? And why?
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Acceptance...
Quoteth the Wiki...
Why does someone accept what is told to them as truth? Was it not a very wise scholar that stated "Do not judge a book by its cover?" Everyday I hear lies, and state lies as part of my job, as part of my social life, and as a part of my family life. Everyday people accept lies as gospel and now we are governed by liars. We even have a liar in the most powerful seat in the government, but because he is a smooth talker, we accept the words that flow from his mouth as the truth. It is liars that our sitting in the chairs of the State Capitol that have just passed a new law stating that they can now tax your tax returns. Guess what! They even kicked out the citizen that opposed that law! Yet, no one cares because they are lied to and swallow it like its sugar.
Lies about the economy are going to hurt the average joe more than the richie rich's of the world, but we joe's take what is told to us by our government for the truth, because 'We don't vote for liars.' A politian in office is the better liar of the bunch. Lets vote for gun control, it will take guns away from criminals... Um, NO, not just no, but no fucking hell no. Look at Australia, citizens in Australia voluntarily took their guns down to depots to have them destroyed. Within the first 30 days, crimes on homeowners went up 44%. How is that possible? Criminals didnt give up their guns. Texas is the butt of many jokes now that we had a bumbling idiot in office, but I tell you what. Texas in the early 90's decided to let citizens carry concealed weapons with them.. Crime in Dallas-Ft. Worth all around dropped 18% in the first week!!! Holy Shiat Georgie! Houstons crime rate dropped 25%. See the trend here folks? Gun control isnt to prevent crime, its to prevent citizens from rising against its government!
Now its been happening at work for me. Accepting the fact that management (some not all) accept the fact that people in seats wearing suits worth more than their yearly pay are making decisions to make themselves look better for someone wearing a more expensive suit than they are. As a result, instead of fixing the customers problems, we do something minor and reset the service and hope that they dont call back, and if they do, its up to some other tech to fix the next part of the problem and get them off the phone. Gone is customer service. Welcome customer disatisfaction! "Call times shorter! Don't get up from your desk, we don't care what their problem is, just send some other tech."
Accepting that people are trained from an early age to be followers, and leaders are drugged and reduced to drooling zombies, its a miracle that in todays society that we havent all succumed to the suffering of the masses. I say we need to educate the sheeples, get them to learn that they are being lied to by the government that cares more about their 401k in a failing bank than they do about getting our troops the proper gear, or even bringing them home from a war we did not want or need.
Acceptance is not tolerable, Its time to change.
Acceptance usually refers to cases where a person experiences a situation or condition (often a negative or uncomfortable situation) without attempting to change it, protest, or exit. The term is used in spirituality, in Eastern religious concepts such as Buddhist mindfulness, and in human psychology. Religions and psychological treatments often suggest the path of acceptance when a situation is both disliked and unchangeable, or when change may be possible only at great cost or risk. Acceptance may imply only a lack of outward, behavioral attempts at possible change, but the word is also used more specifically for a felt or hypothesized cognitive or emotional state. Thus someone may decide to take no action against a situation and yet be said to have not accepted it.
Why does someone accept what is told to them as truth? Was it not a very wise scholar that stated "Do not judge a book by its cover?" Everyday I hear lies, and state lies as part of my job, as part of my social life, and as a part of my family life. Everyday people accept lies as gospel and now we are governed by liars. We even have a liar in the most powerful seat in the government, but because he is a smooth talker, we accept the words that flow from his mouth as the truth. It is liars that our sitting in the chairs of the State Capitol that have just passed a new law stating that they can now tax your tax returns. Guess what! They even kicked out the citizen that opposed that law! Yet, no one cares because they are lied to and swallow it like its sugar.
Lies about the economy are going to hurt the average joe more than the richie rich's of the world, but we joe's take what is told to us by our government for the truth, because 'We don't vote for liars.' A politian in office is the better liar of the bunch. Lets vote for gun control, it will take guns away from criminals... Um, NO, not just no, but no fucking hell no. Look at Australia, citizens in Australia voluntarily took their guns down to depots to have them destroyed. Within the first 30 days, crimes on homeowners went up 44%. How is that possible? Criminals didnt give up their guns. Texas is the butt of many jokes now that we had a bumbling idiot in office, but I tell you what. Texas in the early 90's decided to let citizens carry concealed weapons with them.. Crime in Dallas-Ft. Worth all around dropped 18% in the first week!!! Holy Shiat Georgie! Houstons crime rate dropped 25%. See the trend here folks? Gun control isnt to prevent crime, its to prevent citizens from rising against its government!
Now its been happening at work for me. Accepting the fact that management (some not all) accept the fact that people in seats wearing suits worth more than their yearly pay are making decisions to make themselves look better for someone wearing a more expensive suit than they are. As a result, instead of fixing the customers problems, we do something minor and reset the service and hope that they dont call back, and if they do, its up to some other tech to fix the next part of the problem and get them off the phone. Gone is customer service. Welcome customer disatisfaction! "Call times shorter! Don't get up from your desk, we don't care what their problem is, just send some other tech."
Accepting that people are trained from an early age to be followers, and leaders are drugged and reduced to drooling zombies, its a miracle that in todays society that we havent all succumed to the suffering of the masses. I say we need to educate the sheeples, get them to learn that they are being lied to by the government that cares more about their 401k in a failing bank than they do about getting our troops the proper gear, or even bringing them home from a war we did not want or need.
Acceptance is not tolerable, Its time to change.
Monday, April 6, 2009
A Little Gun History
First of all yes im double posting this, I apologize but it needs to get out!
1929, the Soviet Union established gun control. From 1929 to 1953, about20 million dissidents, unable to defend themselves, were rounded up andexterminated.
In 1911, Turkey established gun control. From 1915 to 1917, 1.5million Armenians, unable to defend themselves, were rounded up and exterminated.
Germany established gun control in 1938 and from 1939 to 1945, a total of13 million Jews and others who were unable to defend themselves wererounded up and exterminated.
China established gun control in 1935. From 1948 to 1952, 20 millionpolitical dissidents, unable to defend themselves, were rounded up andexterminated.
Guatemala established gun control in 1964. From 1964 to 1981, 100,000 MayanIndians, unable to defend themselves, were rounded up andexterminated.\
Uganda established gun control in 1970. From 1971 to 1979, 300,000Christians, unable to defend themselves, were rounded up and exterminated.
Cambodia established gun control in 1956. From 1975 to 1977, one millioneducated people, unable to defend themselves, were rounded up andexterminated.
Defenseless people rounded up and exterminated in the 20th Century becauseof gun control: 56 million.
It has now been 12 months since gun owners in Australia were forced by newlaw to surrender 640,381 personal firearms to be destroyed by their own Government, a program costing Australia taxpayers more than $500million dollars.
The first year results are now in: List of items: Australia-wide, homicides are up 3.2 percent. Australia-wide, assaultsare up 8.6 percent. Australia-wide, armed robberies are up 44 percent(yes, 44 percent)!
In the state of Victoria alone, homicides with firearms are now up 300percent. Note that while the law-abiding citizens turned them in, thecriminals did not, and criminals still possess their guns! While figuresover the previous 25 years showed a steady decrease in armed robbery withfirearms, this has changed drastically upward in the past 12 months, sincecriminals now are guaranteed that their prey is unarmed. There has alsobeen a dramatic increase in break-ins and assaults of the ELDERLY.Australian politicians are at a loss to explain how public safety has decreased, aftersuch monumental effort, and expense was e xpended in successfully riddingAustralian society of guns. The Australian experience and the other historical facts above prove it. You won't see this data on the US evening news, or hear politicians disseminating this information.
Guns in the hands of honest citizens savelives and property and, yes, gun-control laws adversely affect only thelaw-abiding citizens. Take note my fellow Americans, before it's toolate! The next time someone talks in favor of gun control, please remind them of this history lesson. With guns, we are 'citizens'. Without them, we are 'subjects'.
DuringWWII the Japanese decided not to invade America because they knew mostAmericans were ARMED! If you value your freedom, please spread thisanti-gun control message to all of your friends. The purpose of fighting is to win. There is no possible victory in defense. The sword is more important than the shield, and skill is more important than either. The final weapon is the brain. All else is supplemental.
SWITZERLAND ISSUES EVERY HOUSEHOLD A GUN! SWITZERLAND 'S GOVERNMENTTRAINS EVERY ADULT THEY ISSUE A RIFLE. SWITZERLAND HAS THE LOWEST GUNRELATED CRIME RATE OF ANY CIVILIZED COUNTRY IN THE WORLD!!!IT'S A NO BRAINER! DON'T LET OUR GOVERNMENT WASTE MILLIONS OF OUR TAXDOLLARS IN AN EFFORT TO MAKE ALL LAW ABIDING CITIZENS AN EASY TARGET.
I'm a firm believer of the 2nd Amendment! If you are too, please pass this information along!
1929, the Soviet Union established gun control. From 1929 to 1953, about20 million dissidents, unable to defend themselves, were rounded up andexterminated.
In 1911, Turkey established gun control. From 1915 to 1917, 1.5million Armenians, unable to defend themselves, were rounded up and exterminated.
Germany established gun control in 1938 and from 1939 to 1945, a total of13 million Jews and others who were unable to defend themselves wererounded up and exterminated.
China established gun control in 1935. From 1948 to 1952, 20 millionpolitical dissidents, unable to defend themselves, were rounded up andexterminated.
Guatemala established gun control in 1964. From 1964 to 1981, 100,000 MayanIndians, unable to defend themselves, were rounded up andexterminated.\
Uganda established gun control in 1970. From 1971 to 1979, 300,000Christians, unable to defend themselves, were rounded up and exterminated.
Cambodia established gun control in 1956. From 1975 to 1977, one millioneducated people, unable to defend themselves, were rounded up andexterminated.
Defenseless people rounded up and exterminated in the 20th Century becauseof gun control: 56 million.
It has now been 12 months since gun owners in Australia were forced by newlaw to surrender 640,381 personal firearms to be destroyed by their own Government, a program costing Australia taxpayers more than $500million dollars.
The first year results are now in: List of items: Australia-wide, homicides are up 3.2 percent. Australia-wide, assaultsare up 8.6 percent. Australia-wide, armed robberies are up 44 percent(yes, 44 percent)!
In the state of Victoria alone, homicides with firearms are now up 300percent. Note that while the law-abiding citizens turned them in, thecriminals did not, and criminals still possess their guns! While figuresover the previous 25 years showed a steady decrease in armed robbery withfirearms, this has changed drastically upward in the past 12 months, sincecriminals now are guaranteed that their prey is unarmed. There has alsobeen a dramatic increase in break-ins and assaults of the ELDERLY.Australian politicians are at a loss to explain how public safety has decreased, aftersuch monumental effort, and expense was e xpended in successfully riddingAustralian society of guns. The Australian experience and the other historical facts above prove it. You won't see this data on the US evening news, or hear politicians disseminating this information.
Guns in the hands of honest citizens savelives and property and, yes, gun-control laws adversely affect only thelaw-abiding citizens. Take note my fellow Americans, before it's toolate! The next time someone talks in favor of gun control, please remind them of this history lesson. With guns, we are 'citizens'. Without them, we are 'subjects'.
DuringWWII the Japanese decided not to invade America because they knew mostAmericans were ARMED! If you value your freedom, please spread thisanti-gun control message to all of your friends. The purpose of fighting is to win. There is no possible victory in defense. The sword is more important than the shield, and skill is more important than either. The final weapon is the brain. All else is supplemental.
SWITZERLAND ISSUES EVERY HOUSEHOLD A GUN! SWITZERLAND 'S GOVERNMENTTRAINS EVERY ADULT THEY ISSUE A RIFLE. SWITZERLAND HAS THE LOWEST GUNRELATED CRIME RATE OF ANY CIVILIZED COUNTRY IN THE WORLD!!!IT'S A NO BRAINER! DON'T LET OUR GOVERNMENT WASTE MILLIONS OF OUR TAXDOLLARS IN AN EFFORT TO MAKE ALL LAW ABIDING CITIZENS AN EASY TARGET.
I'm a firm believer of the 2nd Amendment! If you are too, please pass this information along!
Monday, March 30, 2009
Lights on for safety!
Last night on my ride home from Indianola I followed a friends advice and had my single bright headlight on so I could see the road better, and allow drivers to see me better. Well, I was less than 2 miles from home when an oncoming SUV decided to flash his brights at me as well as honk, I did what every self respecting road rager would do, I flipped him off and continued my way home. Well, captain numbnuts decided to take it upon himself to whip around and follow me with his brights on. So I pulled into Casey's and lifted my visor, and he started yelling that it was rude to leave my brights on. I calmly stated that I had my bright on for visibility and that 99% of all car/motorcycle accidents, the driver of the car states that they didnt see the motorcyclist. He had a confused look, and I asked him if he was aware of that statistic then asked him if he saw me. He said he did, thats why he flashed his brights, I stated.. "Good, then I know that you werent going to hit me, possibly killing me." He gasped a couple times like he was searching for oxygen for his single brain cell, and I said. "Sir, I could argue with you all day about safety for cars, truck and motorcycles, but I have a girlfriend I want to get home to. Is there anything else you would like to say?" He just backed out of the spot and drove on. Your car has at least 2 lights. some have 4, even more have 6. If my one single headlight is so bright that it upsets you, perhaps you should consider how bright your brights are to a motorcyclist. Until then, my brights stay on at night.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Stupid Streaks and other madness.
I tell you what. Stupid runs in streaks. What I mean by this is as a customer service representative, I handle all kinds of phone calls 5 days a week. The ones that kill me are the idiots that cannot read what is displayed on their computer screens.
When setting up someone's email address for the first time in Outlook Express, it hurts my head to wrap myself around the concept that someone simply cannot read "Click next to continue."
I am by no stretch of the imagination the smartest person on Earth, but I take the time to learn how to use the equipment I am working with. How can a computer programmer not know how to do something basic with a computer? How can a racecar driver not know how to check the oil for their family car? How can a consumer not know how to use something they purchase? Thanks to nanny rules provided by our government, our children are learning that it is acceptable to be lazy, and parents are conditioned to be their childs friend not a parent.
People, I know that I dont have many followers and I know that most of them share my opinions, but seriously. Discipline your children, teach them something useful in life. Do not let them coast along following the crowd, this is what your elected officials want so that they can stay in power.
As for your computer.... its your fucking responsibility to fix your computer. do not call and bitch at me because you cant determine that the blue power light on the front of your tower is not bright, your computer is turned OFF. and the little green or orange right on your "tv" is the power light for your fucking Monitor. If it is orange, it means that your 'tower' is turned off... Get it yet?
Also while I am at it... While I do NOT want to hold your hand step by lousy step while we set up little Timmy's email so he can have a Myspace account. I still want you to follow fucking instructions. If I ask you to go to www.(fucking idiot).com, that means I want you to go to that website.. not to your fucking soap-opera journal.
Also, beat your kids or something. stuff them in a closet. You called me for help, put your little shitlings outside or something... I dont feel like listening to you yell at them when I am trying to help you. Or at least wait until they are in bed before you call.
Oh well.. you'll probably read this, ignore it, and go on eating your McFatty's with your Diet Cola, lugging your fat hips into your $60K suv, driving your kids down the block to their friends because they are too fat themselves to walk 60 feet. Hope you the best and die soon. kkthxbai
"Mommy, please hold my hand."
When setting up someone's email address for the first time in Outlook Express, it hurts my head to wrap myself around the concept that someone simply cannot read "Click next to continue."
I am by no stretch of the imagination the smartest person on Earth, but I take the time to learn how to use the equipment I am working with. How can a computer programmer not know how to do something basic with a computer? How can a racecar driver not know how to check the oil for their family car? How can a consumer not know how to use something they purchase? Thanks to nanny rules provided by our government, our children are learning that it is acceptable to be lazy, and parents are conditioned to be their childs friend not a parent.
People, I know that I dont have many followers and I know that most of them share my opinions, but seriously. Discipline your children, teach them something useful in life. Do not let them coast along following the crowd, this is what your elected officials want so that they can stay in power.
As for your computer.... its your fucking responsibility to fix your computer. do not call and bitch at me because you cant determine that the blue power light on the front of your tower is not bright, your computer is turned OFF. and the little green or orange right on your "tv" is the power light for your fucking Monitor. If it is orange, it means that your 'tower' is turned off... Get it yet?
Also while I am at it... While I do NOT want to hold your hand step by lousy step while we set up little Timmy's email so he can have a Myspace account. I still want you to follow fucking instructions. If I ask you to go to www.(fucking idiot).com, that means I want you to go to that website.. not to your fucking soap-opera journal.
Also, beat your kids or something. stuff them in a closet. You called me for help, put your little shitlings outside or something... I dont feel like listening to you yell at them when I am trying to help you. Or at least wait until they are in bed before you call.
Oh well.. you'll probably read this, ignore it, and go on eating your McFatty's with your Diet Cola, lugging your fat hips into your $60K suv, driving your kids down the block to their friends because they are too fat themselves to walk 60 feet. Hope you the best and die soon. kkthxbai
Monday, March 23, 2009
Road Rage.. Again.
I was on my way to the bank. It was the very beginning of rush hour. Approaching an intersection with a left-turn only lane, the car in front of me happened to be the very last who could try to fit in this left-turn only lane. It's tail still stuck out on my lane, so, having common sense, I slowed to a stop and waited for the line to move, as the left arrow had just turned green. Someone honked as he passed me, looking at me. I didn't know why. I guess in this guy's little world everyone did things just to inconvenience him. Sure, I wasn't in a hurry, but why would I just stop dead in the middle of the road, if not for a good reason (i.e. avoiding an obvious collision.. that he could see, had he looked past the end of his nose). It was my time wasted too! (oh no! two whole seconds that I had to stand still and listen to my audiobook instead) Why do people need to be reminded of this?? I just raised my eyebrows at him, questioning expression, since I had no idea what I did wrong.
I got to where I needed to turn onto the interstate. I had to yield to oncoming traffic, since it was a left turn. I considered trying for a small window between cars, reasoning that I should be courteous to the people waiting behind me. I began to accelerate.. but then I heard a honk from behind.
Instantaneously, (yes, women thoughts do run this fast at times) I realized that in being courteous to those behind me, I would be rude to those I would be driving in front of. Thus, if I had to choose which group of people to be rude to, it would plainly be those that have not been rude to me first, so... having moved a whole of 3 inches into my acceleration, I stopped again.
And gave him the bird. I made sure it was against my windshield so he could see the silhouette clearly.
His hands began moving.. not just flipping me off back.. but more of some enraged form that I can only imagine the deaf would interpret as irate baby-talk. When he noticed I was looking in my rear-view mirror, he dramatically pointed to his phone.
That would be an interesting conversation. "Do you know why I pulled you over?" "No, officer." "Well, we got a complaint about someone breaking too much." "Yup, I've been avoiding accidents all day. Should I stop?"
So when we got on the interstate, he got up along side of me so he could lean way over into the passenger seat (would have been out the window, had his window been rolled down) with the most emphasis I've ever seen given to a hand gesture. I raised my eyebrows, smiled slightly and nodded, as I was humoring a very young child. I was thinking, "Yea, you think you're right. The world will end before you question this, which is what causes you to continue to be ignorant. Your mother must be so proud."
As I glanced at him, out of the corner of my eye I noticed the slumped-over figure of a youth, hiding his face. And in that youth, I saw myself wallowing in shame in my dad's car. I hope that youth sees the man for the ass I always saw my dad to be. I hope that youth grows up to be intolerant of road rage as I am, reacting to frustrating situations on the road with pity for those who will learn the meaning of darwinism soon enough.
I got to where I needed to turn onto the interstate. I had to yield to oncoming traffic, since it was a left turn. I considered trying for a small window between cars, reasoning that I should be courteous to the people waiting behind me. I began to accelerate.. but then I heard a honk from behind.
Instantaneously, (yes, women thoughts do run this fast at times) I realized that in being courteous to those behind me, I would be rude to those I would be driving in front of. Thus, if I had to choose which group of people to be rude to, it would plainly be those that have not been rude to me first, so... having moved a whole of 3 inches into my acceleration, I stopped again.
And gave him the bird. I made sure it was against my windshield so he could see the silhouette clearly.
His hands began moving.. not just flipping me off back.. but more of some enraged form that I can only imagine the deaf would interpret as irate baby-talk. When he noticed I was looking in my rear-view mirror, he dramatically pointed to his phone.
That would be an interesting conversation. "Do you know why I pulled you over?" "No, officer." "Well, we got a complaint about someone breaking too much." "Yup, I've been avoiding accidents all day. Should I stop?"
So when we got on the interstate, he got up along side of me so he could lean way over into the passenger seat (would have been out the window, had his window been rolled down) with the most emphasis I've ever seen given to a hand gesture. I raised my eyebrows, smiled slightly and nodded, as I was humoring a very young child. I was thinking, "Yea, you think you're right. The world will end before you question this, which is what causes you to continue to be ignorant. Your mother must be so proud."
As I glanced at him, out of the corner of my eye I noticed the slumped-over figure of a youth, hiding his face. And in that youth, I saw myself wallowing in shame in my dad's car. I hope that youth sees the man for the ass I always saw my dad to be. I hope that youth grows up to be intolerant of road rage as I am, reacting to frustrating situations on the road with pity for those who will learn the meaning of darwinism soon enough.
Tough....... (insert word)
Tough... Times.
Yes, we are in the middle of a recession. No it wasnt W.'s fault. People are quick to point the finger at the other guy, but lets face facts.
Greedy bastards are why you cannot buy a gallon of milk for less than a gallon of gas. Greedy bastards are why farmers are told not to grow grain and why a loaf of bread costs $3.00. Greedy bastards are the reason why our gas prices are so high, they feel that the greedy Americans should finance their $60B luxury yacht. Greedy bastards would rather bail out a bank, than bail out a school district.
Tough.... Shit.
Its high time we stop using our voices to complain, and start using our votes. We need to let congress know that there should be term limits for the House and Senate. No more life terms. No more pork barrels. No more earmarks. No more bullshit. We need to tell our representatives to start putting out, or get out!
Tough..... Cookies.
Now hows this for bull. A girlscout in North Carolina is being told she cannot sell her cookies. The reason? She has an unfair advantage because her father is a web developer and made her a website where local people can order the cookies. Some schmuck who's daughters stopped being girlscouts some 10 years ago complained that this was unfair. I thought that selling girlscout cookies was supposed to teach the girls about economics and marketing? If e-commerce isnt 'fair' then maybe the hasbeen dad needs to learn HTML.
Tough.... Love.
My nephew was sent to my mom's for a few stunts he pulled in Texas. Sadly after promising not to do the things he did down there, he started getting involved with a few kids around here that are guiding him to do the very things he got in trouble down there. My mom, in an effort to provide a good home to the kid got him a cell phone, against my recommendation. When he came to Iowa, and I got to talk to him. I told him that as long as his grades were good and he did what he was told, and didnt have any bad marks against him he could hang out. He screwed up. BAD.. then had the audacity to tell mom that I was going to come get him to take him to see a movie. Bullshit I said. So it looks like this weekend I go down to moms and have a few words with my nephew. Hopefully I can control myself and not beat the living tar out of him. wish me luck.
Yes, we are in the middle of a recession. No it wasnt W.'s fault. People are quick to point the finger at the other guy, but lets face facts.
Greedy bastards are why you cannot buy a gallon of milk for less than a gallon of gas. Greedy bastards are why farmers are told not to grow grain and why a loaf of bread costs $3.00. Greedy bastards are the reason why our gas prices are so high, they feel that the greedy Americans should finance their $60B luxury yacht. Greedy bastards would rather bail out a bank, than bail out a school district.
Tough.... Shit.
Its high time we stop using our voices to complain, and start using our votes. We need to let congress know that there should be term limits for the House and Senate. No more life terms. No more pork barrels. No more earmarks. No more bullshit. We need to tell our representatives to start putting out, or get out!
Tough..... Cookies.
Now hows this for bull. A girlscout in North Carolina is being told she cannot sell her cookies. The reason? She has an unfair advantage because her father is a web developer and made her a website where local people can order the cookies. Some schmuck who's daughters stopped being girlscouts some 10 years ago complained that this was unfair. I thought that selling girlscout cookies was supposed to teach the girls about economics and marketing? If e-commerce isnt 'fair' then maybe the hasbeen dad needs to learn HTML.
Tough.... Love.
My nephew was sent to my mom's for a few stunts he pulled in Texas. Sadly after promising not to do the things he did down there, he started getting involved with a few kids around here that are guiding him to do the very things he got in trouble down there. My mom, in an effort to provide a good home to the kid got him a cell phone, against my recommendation. When he came to Iowa, and I got to talk to him. I told him that as long as his grades were good and he did what he was told, and didnt have any bad marks against him he could hang out. He screwed up. BAD.. then had the audacity to tell mom that I was going to come get him to take him to see a movie. Bullshit I said. So it looks like this weekend I go down to moms and have a few words with my nephew. Hopefully I can control myself and not beat the living tar out of him. wish me luck.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Well... A mighty deep subject...
This particular thread is all about nothing in particular. When was the last time you called in for help, and was reluctant to actually help the person you called help you?
Last night I was having an issue with my phone, and I called support and we went thru the motions of getting my G1 fixed. At then end of the call, I thanked her for being there when I needed her. I think it threw her off. I honestly think that in the world of fast paced communications and tele-support, no one stops to think that we are humans just like you.
This is a copy of what I wanted to send to the Des Moines Register, they wouldnt print it because they wanted to include my name. Due to security reasons at work, I didnt want to get fired. so here is what I wrote.
Now, mind you, I know lots of people in the customer service industry that feel like I do, why then cannot the paper publish it under an 'pen name?' I am pretty sure that other papers would be more than willing to alter the names to protect the innocent... Oh well. yet another attempt to educate these rotten brained foul mouth, lazy people shot down by a rotten brained foul mouth customer.
Last night I was having an issue with my phone, and I called support and we went thru the motions of getting my G1 fixed. At then end of the call, I thanked her for being there when I needed her. I think it threw her off. I honestly think that in the world of fast paced communications and tele-support, no one stops to think that we are humans just like you.
This is a copy of what I wanted to send to the Des Moines Register, they wouldnt print it because they wanted to include my name. Due to security reasons at work, I didnt want to get fired. so here is what I wrote.
Dear Des Moines,
From the bottom of my heart, I beg of you all to consider the following when you are attempting to contact customer support for your services. Whether its for your Internet provider, your mobile phone company, even your bank. The live person you are speaking to is just that, another living breathing human just like you that has a job, house notes, car payments, and screaming kids just like you. Yet, that impersonal device on your hand glued to your ear, your phone, grants you some unwritten permission that gives you authoriity to treat your customer service provider with the foulest attitudes, venomous words, and threats that you yourself wouldnt put up with from someone face to face, yet everyday you call us and sling these at us like they were beads at mardi gras. It truly bothers me that my polite bank teller is a raving lunatic on the phone when she calls me for support. I am not trash, I am your customer service provider. Remember, you called me for help, I didn't call you.
Now, mind you, I know lots of people in the customer service industry that feel like I do, why then cannot the paper publish it under an 'pen name?' I am pretty sure that other papers would be more than willing to alter the names to protect the innocent... Oh well. yet another attempt to educate these rotten brained foul mouth, lazy people shot down by a rotten brained foul mouth customer.
Friday, February 27, 2009
(insert something here) Anonymous meeting.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I would like to bring your attention to bear on the supposed witness to my horible actions against the defendant. Supposedly at or on the date in question I was accused by the witness of not caring about the issue or the feelings of the defendant. Now, members of the jury, I ask you to ask yourselves this very fundamental question. Have I ever stopped caring about someone elses problem? If you can answer yes to this question, how can you honestly convict me of the crime of not caring. You see, day in and day out I talk to people who's problems are more important than the next guys problem, yet day in and day out I am supposed to treat their problem as if it were my own.
Please, everyone, don't punish me for not caring about your problem, its my job to correct the issue, not care about it.
**some time later**
Judge: Mr. Shadowhunter, you have been accused of not caring about peoples problems. You have been found guilty by your peers because they dont care about your problem. They just want to see someone hanged. Therefore it is the judgement of this court to not care either, but bloodshed would be nice. You are to be hanged by the neck until dead, dead, dead...
Me: thanks alot asshat.
Please, everyone, don't punish me for not caring about your problem, its my job to correct the issue, not care about it.
**some time later**
Judge: Mr. Shadowhunter, you have been accused of not caring about peoples problems. You have been found guilty by your peers because they dont care about your problem. They just want to see someone hanged. Therefore it is the judgement of this court to not care either, but bloodshed would be nice. You are to be hanged by the neck until dead, dead, dead...
Me: thanks alot asshat.
Monday, February 23, 2009
wtf m8, omg, rofl, pewpewpew... huh?
The aimless ramblings of a medicated man.
"Do not stop to smell the kitties, they may spill the milk."
"Don't count your beans until you have checked the mail."
"Life is but a dream, until it sinks, then it feels like a garbage disposal."
"A 3000 pound car with a drunk driver is more likely to kill you dead as a rifle fired with a 1.5 oz bullet, why arent the democrats screaming for more car control?"
"God bless, cause no one else will."
"God doesnt believe in atheists."
Crazy things are a foot, and the last time anyone checked, only the educated understood what was happening, yet no one cared enough to do anything about it.
What does the new economic bailout mean to me. it means that I will be paying $13 less in taxes than I did. OMG... that means I can have chinese takeout at least.... twice a month!! Good god. With the money that the government is counterfeiting, each man and woman and child in the good ole US of A could put $13,000 into the bank, or spend it where its needed.. instead some a-hole thought it would be a grand idea to give it to the States and let them decide what to do with it. Meaning that healthcare is suppose to get a boost, roads are supposed to get boosts, other infrastructure is supposed to get a boost. What does that mean to the common tax payer? Someone else is going to get to take a nice long government paid vacation... The rest of us 'hard' working SOB's are stuck paying taxes on tax returns, taxes for gas, taxes for food, taxes for breathing, taxes for getting married, taxes for getting divorced, taxes for healthcare, taxes for the sake of taxing the hell out of us.
Our forefathers fought over a 3% increase in taxes... 3 cents on the dollar, now we are getting taxed $.50 on the dollar, why are we not fighting back?
The IRS is illegal, the federal reserve bank is illegal, and our government is using is power to keep us uneducated, unhealthy, and unable to do anything about it.
"Do not stop to smell the kitties, they may spill the milk."
"Don't count your beans until you have checked the mail."
"Life is but a dream, until it sinks, then it feels like a garbage disposal."
"A 3000 pound car with a drunk driver is more likely to kill you dead as a rifle fired with a 1.5 oz bullet, why arent the democrats screaming for more car control?"
"God bless, cause no one else will."
"God doesnt believe in atheists."
Crazy things are a foot, and the last time anyone checked, only the educated understood what was happening, yet no one cared enough to do anything about it.
What does the new economic bailout mean to me. it means that I will be paying $13 less in taxes than I did. OMG... that means I can have chinese takeout at least.... twice a month!! Good god. With the money that the government is counterfeiting, each man and woman and child in the good ole US of A could put $13,000 into the bank, or spend it where its needed.. instead some a-hole thought it would be a grand idea to give it to the States and let them decide what to do with it. Meaning that healthcare is suppose to get a boost, roads are supposed to get boosts, other infrastructure is supposed to get a boost. What does that mean to the common tax payer? Someone else is going to get to take a nice long government paid vacation... The rest of us 'hard' working SOB's are stuck paying taxes on tax returns, taxes for gas, taxes for food, taxes for breathing, taxes for getting married, taxes for getting divorced, taxes for healthcare, taxes for the sake of taxing the hell out of us.
Our forefathers fought over a 3% increase in taxes... 3 cents on the dollar, now we are getting taxed $.50 on the dollar, why are we not fighting back?
The IRS is illegal, the federal reserve bank is illegal, and our government is using is power to keep us uneducated, unhealthy, and unable to do anything about it.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
The names have been changed to protect the idiots....
Firstly, I would like to laugh as I heard an interview from the idiot that created Girls gone wild that the pr0n industry needs a bailout... I dont see how as it helps generate more PC repair jobs than any other industry.. Now on to the main part of this topic.
As March rapidly approaches, I will be working on the details of an online Customer Service Bingo... If I do this right and people play thru the day, I may award prizes to the winner. Prizes may be small, and I may end up advertising with sponsors, but I think it should produce fun times.
So here goes. My first winner of the stupid customer lottery. A daily drawing where the most dumbass or asinine caller gets to have parts of our conversation re-broadcast in a fashion that my bosses, who may be monitoring my activites will not get me in trouble.
45minutes into a call from a customer in an area affected by mother nature.
" I want my services working now."
"Ma'am, as I have explained for the last 30 minutes, I cannot get any technicians out with a schedule I can give at this time. I can set a tech, but I cannot even come close to telling you when they will get there."
"I don't like your attitude, I want to talk to your ****ing supervisor right *****mn now!"
"Ma'am, regardless of my attitude, my supervisor is going to tell you the exact same information I just gave you. You are going to get credit when you services are restored, and rest assured that the techs will be out to restore your service once the feeder cables in your neighborhood are repaired."
"I want to talk - TO - YOUR - SUPERVISOR!"
"Right now Mrs. Customer, you are starting to play the Mommy/Daddy trick. You do not like the answer you are getting and want something different from daddy. I am not going to let you talk to my supervisor because I dont want to trouble you with the same issue I have spent 30 minutes explaining to you."
*customer hung up*
Got a better story, please follow up with a comment.
See ya!
As March rapidly approaches, I will be working on the details of an online Customer Service Bingo... If I do this right and people play thru the day, I may award prizes to the winner. Prizes may be small, and I may end up advertising with sponsors, but I think it should produce fun times.
So here goes. My first winner of the stupid customer lottery. A daily drawing where the most dumbass or asinine caller gets to have parts of our conversation re-broadcast in a fashion that my bosses, who may be monitoring my activites will not get me in trouble.
45minutes into a call from a customer in an area affected by mother nature.
" I want my services working now."
"Ma'am, as I have explained for the last 30 minutes, I cannot get any technicians out with a schedule I can give at this time. I can set a tech, but I cannot even come close to telling you when they will get there."
"I don't like your attitude, I want to talk to your ****ing supervisor right *****mn now!"
"Ma'am, regardless of my attitude, my supervisor is going to tell you the exact same information I just gave you. You are going to get credit when you services are restored, and rest assured that the techs will be out to restore your service once the feeder cables in your neighborhood are repaired."
"I want to talk - TO - YOUR - SUPERVISOR!"
"Right now Mrs. Customer, you are starting to play the Mommy/Daddy trick. You do not like the answer you are getting and want something different from daddy. I am not going to let you talk to my supervisor because I dont want to trouble you with the same issue I have spent 30 minutes explaining to you."
*customer hung up*
Got a better story, please follow up with a comment.
See ya!
Monday, February 16, 2009
Post-Traumatic Call Disorder (PTCD)
What is Post-Traumatic Call Disorder?
Post-Traumatic Call Disorder (PTCD) is an anxiety disorder that can develop after long or repeated exposure to terrifying calls or ordeals in which grave intellectual harm has occurred or was threatened. Traumatic events that may trigger PTCD include voilent verbal assaults, natural or artifically caused lack of intelligence, stupidity, and/or a reluctance to solve problems.
Signs & Symptoms
People with PTCD have persistent thoughts of dispair and memories of their ordeal that leave them emotionally numb and/or intellectually incapable to solve basic problems, especially with callers who have problems that the sufferer once cared about. The sufferer may experience sleeping problems, reluctance to return to work, feel detached, become easily distracted or startled, or angered easily.
Treatments
Effective treatments for PTCD are still be researched and improved therapies that can help most people with PTCD are still few and far between. However, scientists and therapists agree that the solutions that seem to work best is the removal and extinction of ignorant, selfish, whining, demanding, in-your-face, got-to-have-it-now customers. This must be accomplished before other anxiety disorders develop withing the individuals suffering from PTCD that will lead them to unproductive, unfulfilled lives, or removing the individual from the source of the repeated trauma before they go postal.
Post-Traumatic Call Disorder (PTCD) is an anxiety disorder that can develop after long or repeated exposure to terrifying calls or ordeals in which grave intellectual harm has occurred or was threatened. Traumatic events that may trigger PTCD include voilent verbal assaults, natural or artifically caused lack of intelligence, stupidity, and/or a reluctance to solve problems.
Signs & Symptoms
People with PTCD have persistent thoughts of dispair and memories of their ordeal that leave them emotionally numb and/or intellectually incapable to solve basic problems, especially with callers who have problems that the sufferer once cared about. The sufferer may experience sleeping problems, reluctance to return to work, feel detached, become easily distracted or startled, or angered easily.
Treatments
Effective treatments for PTCD are still be researched and improved therapies that can help most people with PTCD are still few and far between. However, scientists and therapists agree that the solutions that seem to work best is the removal and extinction of ignorant, selfish, whining, demanding, in-your-face, got-to-have-it-now customers. This must be accomplished before other anxiety disorders develop withing the individuals suffering from PTCD that will lead them to unproductive, unfulfilled lives, or removing the individual from the source of the repeated trauma before they go postal.
Things to consider.... (repost)
Thank you for calling technical support, my name is Inkil. I have a considerable amount of control over one or more very important aspects of your daily life. Your cable TV, Telephone and Internet, sometimes one of these, sometimes all three. Before we interact, I would like to share some thoughts with you.
I am here, quite simply, to fix your shit. My job is not complete until said shit is fixed. So, please, just help me fix your shit. With that out of the way, know that I hate you exactly as much as you hate me, no more, no less. If you are at least relatively pleasant, I will be more than happy to assist you with all your needs, even small talk with you about the weather. Conversely, if you are a total tool, I will make this the worse 10 minutes of your life.
Neither I, nor any of my co-workers our out to screw you over. We are not idiots, we are college graduates in technical disciplines, the vast majority of whom are here to work their way up the Information Technology ladder to more fulfilling positions. Sometimes we have off days, sure, who doesn't, but we know EXACTLY what we are doing. Note: This does not apply to anyone outside of our department, they are, in all reality, idiots who are out to screw you.
Now, you say that you have already unplugged the 'internet box.' Guess what genius, your going to do it again. Most of the time we have a very good reason for this... unless your a dick, then we are going to do it just to piss you off more. Also, reset that damn router of yours and don't lie to me about it, we don't care that you have it, its not illegal to own and use one.
To the little sweet old "computer illiterate" customer, you are by far some of the most enjoyable people we get the chance to talk to, your patient, willing to learn, and most importantly willing to listen, Thank you! You Computer Science PhD's? Understand this... YOU ARE RETARDED! If you have already 'cycled' the equipment and it didnt work, why did it work when I made you do it again? If you are so well educated, better than me, smarter than the average 5th grader, why the hell are you calling me? Get the hell out of my queue, I have nicer people to talk to that have ligitimate problems to solve.
Do not try to intimidate me by demanding to speak with my supervisor without telling me what the problem is. My supervisor isn't Merlin, he doesn't have some magic wand that he can wave around and make everything better. Infact they are governed by the same protocolc and use the same tools that I do. And, to top it all off, they are more likely to tell you straight up where you can put your demands because, get this!!! They have other shit to do like help fix the 120,000 other customers that are offline because some reject with a back-hoe cut the fiber optic line that killed the entire southeastern US's services.
Also, threatening to quit our services does not do anything for me. We have an entire department dedicated to crying about your wanting to quit our service, so that means I don't have to give half a shit about your threats. Harsh, sure, but I have more than enough work do to fixing shit, yelling at field techs, following up on cases and explaining the concept of web-based email to your country-bumpkin cousin Henry. Cry to someone else if you plan on threatening to quit.
"It worked fine yesterday!" I know all about it, but let me explain something... Shit breaks. Lets consider that I spent the last 45 minutes going over the same thing repeatedly, the best answer is, stop crying, don't threaten me, let me do the other part of my job, which is getting a field technician out to your house and fix our equipment. And if we did determine that your PC is a 14 year old piece of crap, quit being a tightwad and get a new pc. Your Windows 98 box isnt even supported by Microsoft anymore. And get this through that thick skull of yours... Computers do not get better with age, they are not a fine wine or a collectors automobile.
Speakerphone? Turn it the fuck off. Kids, dogs, swearing spouse/significant other, driving, at work, or any other thing that I don't like, I can and will terminiate your call. I am a professional in my field of work. You are a professional in your field of work. Act like it.
Please, do not try to call back and speak with another technical support representative and have them troubleshoot the same problem I spent an hour on the phone with you just because you didn't like my answer. Here is a secret, we keep detailed notes on your account. He too can read that you spilled coffee on the "internet box", and even if he didn't read what I wrote he would come to the exact same conclusion. All you are doing is tying up a representative with your stupidity and stubbornness and keeping someone that has a real problem on hold, listening to that god-awful music.
I am not blowing smoke up your ass when I say that I understand just how frustrating it is to wait on hold for hours, get transfered to the wrong department, disconnected, and have had to deal with bad agents. The difference is I do care about your problem, now lets calm down so I can fix your shit.
My company deals with over 30,000 trouble calls per day. There is about 400 of us here answering these calls. We have time constraints, sales quotas, and specific things we need to do in a set way. To this day, in the two years I have worked here, I have not once ever gotten a call from a customer that said "Thank you, my shit works great!" Maybe that will happen some day, probably not today.
So, what can I help you with today?
I am here, quite simply, to fix your shit. My job is not complete until said shit is fixed. So, please, just help me fix your shit. With that out of the way, know that I hate you exactly as much as you hate me, no more, no less. If you are at least relatively pleasant, I will be more than happy to assist you with all your needs, even small talk with you about the weather. Conversely, if you are a total tool, I will make this the worse 10 minutes of your life.
Neither I, nor any of my co-workers our out to screw you over. We are not idiots, we are college graduates in technical disciplines, the vast majority of whom are here to work their way up the Information Technology ladder to more fulfilling positions. Sometimes we have off days, sure, who doesn't, but we know EXACTLY what we are doing. Note: This does not apply to anyone outside of our department, they are, in all reality, idiots who are out to screw you.
Now, you say that you have already unplugged the 'internet box.' Guess what genius, your going to do it again. Most of the time we have a very good reason for this... unless your a dick, then we are going to do it just to piss you off more. Also, reset that damn router of yours and don't lie to me about it, we don't care that you have it, its not illegal to own and use one.
To the little sweet old "computer illiterate" customer, you are by far some of the most enjoyable people we get the chance to talk to, your patient, willing to learn, and most importantly willing to listen, Thank you! You Computer Science PhD's? Understand this... YOU ARE RETARDED! If you have already 'cycled' the equipment and it didnt work, why did it work when I made you do it again? If you are so well educated, better than me, smarter than the average 5th grader, why the hell are you calling me? Get the hell out of my queue, I have nicer people to talk to that have ligitimate problems to solve.
Do not try to intimidate me by demanding to speak with my supervisor without telling me what the problem is. My supervisor isn't Merlin, he doesn't have some magic wand that he can wave around and make everything better. Infact they are governed by the same protocolc and use the same tools that I do. And, to top it all off, they are more likely to tell you straight up where you can put your demands because, get this!!! They have other shit to do like help fix the 120,000 other customers that are offline because some reject with a back-hoe cut the fiber optic line that killed the entire southeastern US's services.
Also, threatening to quit our services does not do anything for me. We have an entire department dedicated to crying about your wanting to quit our service, so that means I don't have to give half a shit about your threats. Harsh, sure, but I have more than enough work do to fixing shit, yelling at field techs, following up on cases and explaining the concept of web-based email to your country-bumpkin cousin Henry. Cry to someone else if you plan on threatening to quit.
"It worked fine yesterday!" I know all about it, but let me explain something... Shit breaks. Lets consider that I spent the last 45 minutes going over the same thing repeatedly, the best answer is, stop crying, don't threaten me, let me do the other part of my job, which is getting a field technician out to your house and fix our equipment. And if we did determine that your PC is a 14 year old piece of crap, quit being a tightwad and get a new pc. Your Windows 98 box isnt even supported by Microsoft anymore. And get this through that thick skull of yours... Computers do not get better with age, they are not a fine wine or a collectors automobile.
Speakerphone? Turn it the fuck off. Kids, dogs, swearing spouse/significant other, driving, at work, or any other thing that I don't like, I can and will terminiate your call. I am a professional in my field of work. You are a professional in your field of work. Act like it.
Please, do not try to call back and speak with another technical support representative and have them troubleshoot the same problem I spent an hour on the phone with you just because you didn't like my answer. Here is a secret, we keep detailed notes on your account. He too can read that you spilled coffee on the "internet box", and even if he didn't read what I wrote he would come to the exact same conclusion. All you are doing is tying up a representative with your stupidity and stubbornness and keeping someone that has a real problem on hold, listening to that god-awful music.
I am not blowing smoke up your ass when I say that I understand just how frustrating it is to wait on hold for hours, get transfered to the wrong department, disconnected, and have had to deal with bad agents. The difference is I do care about your problem, now lets calm down so I can fix your shit.
My company deals with over 30,000 trouble calls per day. There is about 400 of us here answering these calls. We have time constraints, sales quotas, and specific things we need to do in a set way. To this day, in the two years I have worked here, I have not once ever gotten a call from a customer that said "Thank you, my shit works great!" Maybe that will happen some day, probably not today.
So, what can I help you with today?
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Speech: The Art of Generally Specific Attacks.
Okay. So, I started writing this blog in 2007 to vent my frustrations in a way that could be constructive and informative without resorting to circular speech and/or yelling. Whether it was about customer (dis)service, poor customers, road rage, or other general malaise of societal problem, this blog was created to help me communicate my feelings better. Thank you all for sharing my feelings with me.
Now, I bring up a very sensitive subject regarding equality among the sexes, and my analogy from my last post, which was intended to be very general, and many couples in this world can completely relate to, was taken as a specific attack against one person who takes offense because I didn't make clear that I am not attacking the entire woman race. I am sorry for the misunderstanding and the miscommunication.
Plenty of women in the world have gone completely nuts on their significant other for various things and what I have learned is quite simple.
Women do not think logically. They think emotionally.
Example. A woman does not express her feelings to her mate because he should know her well enough to read her mind and if he cant she is going to get upset because he should be more in tune with her.
Men think logically, they do not always think emotionally.
Example. A man will choose to get upset and express his anger or dissatisfaction about a current condition completely oblivious of the emotional impact it may have on those near him, then completely forget the fact of what he got angry with in the first place, then wonder why his mate won't talk to him...
Liken Men to dogs, and women to cats. A cat won't tell you she doesnt want to be pet until after you have done it long enough for her to rake you with its claws drawing blood. A dog will look at you with sorrow and grief after you rub his nose in the poo he left on the carpet 5 minutes ago and completely forgot it was his but still love you because he is a loyal and faithful companion.
Now, does this opinion of mine blanket all women or men? NO, how can it possibly mean that everyone acts this way? This mearly is my interpretations of my life events that have led up to this conclusion.
My point on my previous post was the expressing of my feelings towards books and self-help guides that promote the demasculinization(sp) of men and promote the unfair and unethical treatment of men due to fem-nazi's deciding that men are only to serve the 'better' sex.
My point was to express my views on how women 'in general' demand equal rights, but will stand there and wait for the boyfriend to open the door. Or wait there in the car while its pouring down cats and dogs as her man fumbles his keys instead of unlocking the door for him, then complain that she is getting wet from the water dripping off of him when he finally gets in the car. Has my girlfriend, who is wonderful and supportive done this to me? No, and I don't think she would... but that doesnt mean some woman somewhere past or present or future hasn't done it or won't do it.
Rachel: Please understand that I love you with all my heart and soul... this post and the previous post was not intending to put you into a category of women from my past. i <3 u
Now, I bring up a very sensitive subject regarding equality among the sexes, and my analogy from my last post, which was intended to be very general, and many couples in this world can completely relate to, was taken as a specific attack against one person who takes offense because I didn't make clear that I am not attacking the entire woman race. I am sorry for the misunderstanding and the miscommunication.
Plenty of women in the world have gone completely nuts on their significant other for various things and what I have learned is quite simple.
Women do not think logically. They think emotionally.
Example. A woman does not express her feelings to her mate because he should know her well enough to read her mind and if he cant she is going to get upset because he should be more in tune with her.
Men think logically, they do not always think emotionally.
Example. A man will choose to get upset and express his anger or dissatisfaction about a current condition completely oblivious of the emotional impact it may have on those near him, then completely forget the fact of what he got angry with in the first place, then wonder why his mate won't talk to him...
Liken Men to dogs, and women to cats. A cat won't tell you she doesnt want to be pet until after you have done it long enough for her to rake you with its claws drawing blood. A dog will look at you with sorrow and grief after you rub his nose in the poo he left on the carpet 5 minutes ago and completely forgot it was his but still love you because he is a loyal and faithful companion.
Now, does this opinion of mine blanket all women or men? NO, how can it possibly mean that everyone acts this way? This mearly is my interpretations of my life events that have led up to this conclusion.
My point on my previous post was the expressing of my feelings towards books and self-help guides that promote the demasculinization(sp) of men and promote the unfair and unethical treatment of men due to fem-nazi's deciding that men are only to serve the 'better' sex.
My point was to express my views on how women 'in general' demand equal rights, but will stand there and wait for the boyfriend to open the door. Or wait there in the car while its pouring down cats and dogs as her man fumbles his keys instead of unlocking the door for him, then complain that she is getting wet from the water dripping off of him when he finally gets in the car. Has my girlfriend, who is wonderful and supportive done this to me? No, and I don't think she would... but that doesnt mean some woman somewhere past or present or future hasn't done it or won't do it.
Rachel: Please understand that I love you with all my heart and soul... this post and the previous post was not intending to put you into a category of women from my past. i <3 u
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Insightfulness, uselessness, pointlessness...
"Women are from Venus..."
Everyone that has watched TV knows this quote, but I don't know where it came from.. but honestly, after reading what my g/f wrote one day...
My response.. "Womenz is sadistic."
Equality
Now I love my girlfriend with all my heart. (I know I sound like a teenager, but she makes me very happy) but generally speaking. There is no such thing as equality among the sexes... Let me explain.
Man: "Hunnie, I am hungry, lets go out for dinner."
Woman: "Sounds good, but I am not really that hungry."
Man: "Okay, what are you in the mood for?"
Woman: "I don't care, I am not really that hungry."
(guy takes it upon himself to pick a restaurant, and chooses a gourmet burger joint)
Woman: (sighs)
Man: (Listens to radio as they drive to the restaurant)
Woman: (sighs louder)
Man: "Whats wrong hunnie?"
Woman: "Nothing...."
Man: (shrugs and continues to listen to the radio and navigate thru traffic)
(They arrive at the restaurant, and the woman stands there impatiently, her body language screams 'I don't want to be here.')
Man: "Hunnie, whats wrong?"
Woman: "(sighs) Nothing..."
(they are seated and he orders a meal fit for a king, she barely glances at the menu and orders a small salad and a glass of water.)
(they eat in silence, he finishes his burger and fries and downs a couple drinks. the ice in her water as all but melted completely away and she has barely touched her salad)
Man: "Darling, love of my life, what is bothering you?"
(the third of a string of inquiries to determine the nature of her problems, and for some reason this is the catalyst to cause an acidic reaction that explodes into atomic proportions that she miraculously contains and clearly states) "Nothing..."
(the couple stands up and leaves the restaurant, she leans against the car door avidly avoiding his gaze and questions until they get home, and suddenly without explanation or warning, she releases a torrent of fury and wrath that catches him so off guard he stumbles with his words and his thoughts are in a complete jumble...)
Man: (angrily) "What the fuck did I do wrong this time?"
Woman: "I didn't want to eat at 'some' burger joint!"
Now lets pause a second.... At what point did she say where she wanted to go? And why is it his fault she didn't speak up?
Wake up and smell the pile of shit your making girls... Your man, as much of in love you are with him cannot read your mind... Open your mouth for something other than complaining and you wont have to experience these kinds of issues.
AMENDMENT: My beautiful and wonderful and supportive girlfriend made perfectly clear in her comment that she was offended by this post. Honestly with all my love and support, I can say... "Good!" This post was meant to stir feelings of anger, awaken thoughts of wrong doing, and create a general state of shock that, in my hopes, would change the way women treat men in general. If I had wanted to attack specific women in my life for this, I could start the list and still not have ended it in the time it took me to write the damn post. Women want equality, but in the end they think that the world revolves around them and their whims.. **okay, most, but not all women think this**
Everyone that has watched TV knows this quote, but I don't know where it came from.. but honestly, after reading what my g/f wrote one day...
The difference between men and women is, men like movies where a lot of people die quickly... Women like movies where one person dies slowly and painfully...
My response.. "Womenz is sadistic."
Equality
Now I love my girlfriend with all my heart. (I know I sound like a teenager, but she makes me very happy) but generally speaking. There is no such thing as equality among the sexes... Let me explain.
Man: "Hunnie, I am hungry, lets go out for dinner."
Woman: "Sounds good, but I am not really that hungry."
Man: "Okay, what are you in the mood for?"
Woman: "I don't care, I am not really that hungry."
(guy takes it upon himself to pick a restaurant, and chooses a gourmet burger joint)
Woman: (sighs)
Man: (Listens to radio as they drive to the restaurant)
Woman: (sighs louder)
Man: "Whats wrong hunnie?"
Woman: "Nothing...."
Man: (shrugs and continues to listen to the radio and navigate thru traffic)
(They arrive at the restaurant, and the woman stands there impatiently, her body language screams 'I don't want to be here.')
Man: "Hunnie, whats wrong?"
Woman: "(sighs) Nothing..."
(they are seated and he orders a meal fit for a king, she barely glances at the menu and orders a small salad and a glass of water.)
(they eat in silence, he finishes his burger and fries and downs a couple drinks. the ice in her water as all but melted completely away and she has barely touched her salad)
Man: "Darling, love of my life, what is bothering you?"
(the third of a string of inquiries to determine the nature of her problems, and for some reason this is the catalyst to cause an acidic reaction that explodes into atomic proportions that she miraculously contains and clearly states) "Nothing..."
(the couple stands up and leaves the restaurant, she leans against the car door avidly avoiding his gaze and questions until they get home, and suddenly without explanation or warning, she releases a torrent of fury and wrath that catches him so off guard he stumbles with his words and his thoughts are in a complete jumble...)
Man: (angrily) "What the fuck did I do wrong this time?"
Woman: "I didn't want to eat at 'some' burger joint!"
Now lets pause a second.... At what point did she say where she wanted to go? And why is it his fault she didn't speak up?
Wake up and smell the pile of shit your making girls... Your man, as much of in love you are with him cannot read your mind... Open your mouth for something other than complaining and you wont have to experience these kinds of issues.
AMENDMENT: My beautiful and wonderful and supportive girlfriend made perfectly clear in her comment that she was offended by this post. Honestly with all my love and support, I can say... "Good!" This post was meant to stir feelings of anger, awaken thoughts of wrong doing, and create a general state of shock that, in my hopes, would change the way women treat men in general. If I had wanted to attack specific women in my life for this, I could start the list and still not have ended it in the time it took me to write the damn post. Women want equality, but in the end they think that the world revolves around them and their whims.. **okay, most, but not all women think this**
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
So important, its got 2 completely unrelated parts.
Part 1.
"It's a motorized ballet, except no one knows the damn dance moves..."
Last night on my way home from work, I watched something akin to a ballet, nascar, and granny blue hair all striving to get where they are going and pissing off as many people as they can. Now, I suffer from road rage, it has been building up for many many years. But, I have a wonderful and supportive girlfriend and my road rage has slowly been converted to road humor. I actually find things funny with what used to piss me off. But what I saw yesterday convinced me that owning a handgun is not a good idea for everyone. There were people forcefully cutting off others, all in the name of getting home faster than the next guy... So I ask you, what happens when you get home faster than everyone else? Do you get to sit on your throne and claim superiority over everyone else while you defaecate upon the holy water? Do you get to sit in the other throne and fill your guts with a microwave dinner that your wife/husband left you to eat because they had to take your one child that you could care less about to their doctors appointment?
Now, I understand the importance of wanting to get home after a long day at work, but seriously, does it require you kill someone on your way home?
Part 2.
"I love you so much..."
First, apologies to my wonderful and supportive girlfriend. I love you very much. Okay. "I love you so much..." What does this exactly mean? Is it positive or negative? Finite or infinite... This statement that I made to my wonderful and supportive girlfriend started me thinking.. What is "so much?" I then thought of other phrases or statements that use the term so much. Like, There is only so much to go around. Or, There is only so much I can do. Both of these statements are of the finite variety, but add one word.. more. then does it become infinite? I love you so much more than you know.. that seems to sound better, but still it can be construed as a negative by indicating that your significant other doesnt have a clue. Maybe we should just tell our others the truth.
I love you, but there are things in this world that I love more than you on a particular day, or on a particular moment. "I love you so much, but I really love these pancakes more."
"It's a motorized ballet, except no one knows the damn dance moves..."
Last night on my way home from work, I watched something akin to a ballet, nascar, and granny blue hair all striving to get where they are going and pissing off as many people as they can. Now, I suffer from road rage, it has been building up for many many years. But, I have a wonderful and supportive girlfriend and my road rage has slowly been converted to road humor. I actually find things funny with what used to piss me off. But what I saw yesterday convinced me that owning a handgun is not a good idea for everyone. There were people forcefully cutting off others, all in the name of getting home faster than the next guy... So I ask you, what happens when you get home faster than everyone else? Do you get to sit on your throne and claim superiority over everyone else while you defaecate upon the holy water? Do you get to sit in the other throne and fill your guts with a microwave dinner that your wife/husband left you to eat because they had to take your one child that you could care less about to their doctors appointment?
Now, I understand the importance of wanting to get home after a long day at work, but seriously, does it require you kill someone on your way home?
Part 2.
"I love you so much..."
First, apologies to my wonderful and supportive girlfriend. I love you very much. Okay. "I love you so much..." What does this exactly mean? Is it positive or negative? Finite or infinite... This statement that I made to my wonderful and supportive girlfriend started me thinking.. What is "so much?" I then thought of other phrases or statements that use the term so much. Like, There is only so much to go around. Or, There is only so much I can do. Both of these statements are of the finite variety, but add one word.. more. then does it become infinite? I love you so much more than you know.. that seems to sound better, but still it can be construed as a negative by indicating that your significant other doesnt have a clue. Maybe we should just tell our others the truth.
I love you, but there are things in this world that I love more than you on a particular day, or on a particular moment. "I love you so much, but I really love these pancakes more."
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Dream, Nightmare... you decide, you interpret.
Okay. today is less about others and more about me. Time for me to be slightly selfish... okay a lot selfish.
In a haze, I wake up to find out the lottery ticket I bought won me $250,000.. now this was nice.. In my dream I paid off my bills, paid off most of Rachel's bills, then decided in the interest of brevity help my mom get some much needed repairs to her house. However, the next day at work, a few managers escorted me to a secluded office and a couple employees began a process of accusing me of embezzling money from the company and a trial was scheduled. No police, no arrest, no go to jail, no passing Go.
During this 'trial' one of the jurors sat there motionless and glared at me, I asked to speak with the judge and question the juror staring at me and it turns out he was a racist and thought that all white people needed to die. How he got past the selection process is beyond me. But it didnt end there. I end up getting into a fist fight with a friend cause I wouldnt loan him money, and someone burns down my moms house, and after the trial, the expense of the lawyer and everything my $250,000 ended up costing me a whopping $1mil.
God I hate dreams.
In a haze, I wake up to find out the lottery ticket I bought won me $250,000.. now this was nice.. In my dream I paid off my bills, paid off most of Rachel's bills, then decided in the interest of brevity help my mom get some much needed repairs to her house. However, the next day at work, a few managers escorted me to a secluded office and a couple employees began a process of accusing me of embezzling money from the company and a trial was scheduled. No police, no arrest, no go to jail, no passing Go.
During this 'trial' one of the jurors sat there motionless and glared at me, I asked to speak with the judge and question the juror staring at me and it turns out he was a racist and thought that all white people needed to die. How he got past the selection process is beyond me. But it didnt end there. I end up getting into a fist fight with a friend cause I wouldnt loan him money, and someone burns down my moms house, and after the trial, the expense of the lawyer and everything my $250,000 ended up costing me a whopping $1mil.
God I hate dreams.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
hot as hell in January...
First off... I need a Roto-Rooter for my sinuses. I just want to breathe!!!!
Secondly...
Now, everyone knows that people, in general, can be very educated in their field of expertise. Doctors are very brilliant people. Police Officers are very skilled. And Tech support representatives are not only very brilliant, the are also very skilled. Many of us have expertise in several fields, such as PC repair, website development, Network administration. But by no means are we stupid when it comes to matters such as finances or personal communication.
What does all this mean? It means that when you call in to speak with your support representative, its like calling your Doctor, except we can diagnose your problems over the phone, unlike your Doctor. We don't charge you for talking to us, and 9 times out of 10 we can fix your problem.
Here is a perfect example of someone that knows exactly what she is doing, yet doesn't get it when explained to her. Student goes home for the Xmas holidays, her service goes in to past due status and gets cut off. She calls in in the middle of January upset that she is getting billed for the service she wasn't home to use. She demanded a credit to her account. I politely proceeded to to tell her I could not credit her account because she 1. did not call in with any issues. 2. the acct was past due and disconnected, and 3. she didn't downgrade to vacation settings while she was gone. She got upset and thought this was unfair and demanded to speak with a supervisor. I then asked her this question. If you parked your car in the long term parking at the airport, then flew on a 1 month trip to Europe, then came back and found a notice in the mail that your payment is past due for your car payment and they were going to repossess your car, are you going to demand credit cause you couldn't drive it? She said No, I asked her then why ask us for credit.. she refused to answer and wanted to speak with someone else. I transfered her to customer service and told him exactly what she was trying to do. Funny part is she was sent to collections for being really past due. mwuahahaha!
Moral of her story, while she was smart enough to try to find the loop-holes, she tried opening the wrong one and got what she deserved.
My friendly reminder to all of you readers. While you are smart at what you do, you are not as smart as the guy/gal that is helping you... thats why you called them for help.
Secondly...
Now, everyone knows that people, in general, can be very educated in their field of expertise. Doctors are very brilliant people. Police Officers are very skilled. And Tech support representatives are not only very brilliant, the are also very skilled. Many of us have expertise in several fields, such as PC repair, website development, Network administration. But by no means are we stupid when it comes to matters such as finances or personal communication.
What does all this mean? It means that when you call in to speak with your support representative, its like calling your Doctor, except we can diagnose your problems over the phone, unlike your Doctor. We don't charge you for talking to us, and 9 times out of 10 we can fix your problem.
Here is a perfect example of someone that knows exactly what she is doing, yet doesn't get it when explained to her. Student goes home for the Xmas holidays, her service goes in to past due status and gets cut off. She calls in in the middle of January upset that she is getting billed for the service she wasn't home to use. She demanded a credit to her account. I politely proceeded to to tell her I could not credit her account because she 1. did not call in with any issues. 2. the acct was past due and disconnected, and 3. she didn't downgrade to vacation settings while she was gone. She got upset and thought this was unfair and demanded to speak with a supervisor. I then asked her this question. If you parked your car in the long term parking at the airport, then flew on a 1 month trip to Europe, then came back and found a notice in the mail that your payment is past due for your car payment and they were going to repossess your car, are you going to demand credit cause you couldn't drive it? She said No, I asked her then why ask us for credit.. she refused to answer and wanted to speak with someone else. I transfered her to customer service and told him exactly what she was trying to do. Funny part is she was sent to collections for being really past due. mwuahahaha!
Moral of her story, while she was smart enough to try to find the loop-holes, she tried opening the wrong one and got what she deserved.
My friendly reminder to all of you readers. While you are smart at what you do, you are not as smart as the guy/gal that is helping you... thats why you called them for help.
Friday, January 16, 2009
"Living the Dream."
Everyone that I hang around with knows that I am outgoing enough to ask how someone is doing and genuinely mean it. Well, the other day I was at the stop and rob store and I asked the gal "How are you doing?" she responded "Living the dream."
Now, I asked myself later, did I ask "What", or "How", I deduced "How", so then I started thinking. "Living the dream" does that mean..
So, when someone askes you "How you are doing..." try to respond with the appropriate answer. I am fine, Just shitty thanks. Whats it to ya? Go to hell dude!
Now, I asked myself later, did I ask "What", or "How", I deduced "How", so then I started thinking. "Living the dream" does that mean..
I am doing okay despite the fact that I live with a deadbeat who takes my paychecks and cashes it for booze and dope, and beats me up in front of my three kids who's different fathers are all deadbeats too.. and thank God himself that this deadbeat isnt beating my kids, although I cant afford to buy diapers, let alone clothing or food for my babies....
So, when someone askes you "How you are doing..." try to respond with the appropriate answer. I am fine, Just shitty thanks. Whats it to ya? Go to hell dude!
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Finding ... something...
How can you find something you're not even sure you lost? How can you feel like you lost something if you don't know it's missing?
Am I going thru a mid-week crisis? I do not desire to be at work, I do not desire to stay at home. Not that there are any problems at either location, I just feel cooped up and need to escape. But, I have no where to go...
Maybe its a winter funk.. I don't know.
That lost something... maybe it's my creativity that's missing. Maybe it's not lost but being overshadowed by the sense of being burned out. Maybe I am getting tired of dealing with the severe case of stupid that humanity has to offer. All walks of life all maner of humanity, for 8 hours I have to listen to sob stories, people with anger management issue, people that seem to have Tourette's syndrome, and a myriad of other reasons that can be assigned to one stupid person treating someone else like a piece of shit.
Maybe I just need more sleep.
**sighs**
Am I going thru a mid-week crisis? I do not desire to be at work, I do not desire to stay at home. Not that there are any problems at either location, I just feel cooped up and need to escape. But, I have no where to go...
Maybe its a winter funk.. I don't know.
That lost something... maybe it's my creativity that's missing. Maybe it's not lost but being overshadowed by the sense of being burned out. Maybe I am getting tired of dealing with the severe case of stupid that humanity has to offer. All walks of life all maner of humanity, for 8 hours I have to listen to sob stories, people with anger management issue, people that seem to have Tourette's syndrome, and a myriad of other reasons that can be assigned to one stupid person treating someone else like a piece of shit.
Maybe I just need more sleep.
**sighs**
Monday, January 12, 2009
The good... The bad... and the down right stupid.....
The Good...
Have you ever been stopped for no reason in particular, or even for something as major as a flat tire and had someone stop and ask if you need help? I have had that happen, while not recently, it has happened. Today on my way to work in a light snow, I saw someone pull over and offer assistance to a motorist in need. I wish I had had more time to assist someone, but its me or my job, and since I cant pay myself, I choose work. Sorry, Mr or Mrs Stranded-Motorist. Maybe next time.
The Bad...
I want to say thank you to all in the service industry on behalf of the rest of humanity. We are rude, insensitive, demanding and damn right foul. You put up with more stress in one day than many of us will ever encounter in our meager pathetic lives. So, I say thank you for dealing with our insecurities, thank you for taking the brunt of our frustration for leading such miserable lives. Thank you for being the rock of Gibralter...
And now...
The down right stupid... (this section brought to you by the letters B,M,W as well as M,E,R,C,E,D,E,S and S,U,V.)
Okay, the part you have all been waiting for... The RANT section of the blog...
Now, mind you I like to think I drive safe. I know I probably dont drive as safe as I should, but I can tell you that driving 40 mph in a 65 mph is retarded... Add to that fact that the offending vehicle is being opperating by a woman, and multiply that by the cost of the SUV in thousands, your result is the stupidity factor of said driver. If you have the balls to spend more on your suv than 75% of America's service industry workers yearly wage, then have the balls to drive the damn thing the way the designers intended.
And another thing, I know why women go to the bathroom all at the same time... Support should one of them fall in the toilet.. but does that mean you ALL have to clump together in two lanes and go 25 mph under the speed limit together?!??
Have you ever been stopped for no reason in particular, or even for something as major as a flat tire and had someone stop and ask if you need help? I have had that happen, while not recently, it has happened. Today on my way to work in a light snow, I saw someone pull over and offer assistance to a motorist in need. I wish I had had more time to assist someone, but its me or my job, and since I cant pay myself, I choose work. Sorry, Mr or Mrs Stranded-Motorist. Maybe next time.
The Bad...
I want to say thank you to all in the service industry on behalf of the rest of humanity. We are rude, insensitive, demanding and damn right foul. You put up with more stress in one day than many of us will ever encounter in our meager pathetic lives. So, I say thank you for dealing with our insecurities, thank you for taking the brunt of our frustration for leading such miserable lives. Thank you for being the rock of Gibralter...
And now...
The down right stupid... (this section brought to you by the letters B,M,W as well as M,E,R,C,E,D,E,S and S,U,V.)
Okay, the part you have all been waiting for... The RANT section of the blog...
Now, mind you I like to think I drive safe. I know I probably dont drive as safe as I should, but I can tell you that driving 40 mph in a 65 mph is retarded... Add to that fact that the offending vehicle is being opperating by a woman, and multiply that by the cost of the SUV in thousands, your result is the stupidity factor of said driver. If you have the balls to spend more on your suv than 75% of America's service industry workers yearly wage, then have the balls to drive the damn thing the way the designers intended.
And another thing, I know why women go to the bathroom all at the same time... Support should one of them fall in the toilet.. but does that mean you ALL have to clump together in two lanes and go 25 mph under the speed limit together?!??
Thursday, January 8, 2009
**pewpewpew**
Have you ever thought back to a funny moment during a serious time and had a very difficult time keeping a straight face?
I had one of those moments today. I was in a meeting for my reviews at work, then during a serious moment I started thinking about a day when I worked at McD's when I had a really bad case of gas, well I dropped a trainwreck of a fart just as a supervisor bent over to get something out of the cabinet behind me. Now, in my defense I did warn others around me, but it cleared the kitchen... and some of the lobby. Well needless to day I was not allowed to have chili at work ever again.
anyway, this moment, like many other moments I have had in my life, brought me great mirth and smiles. Something else that brings smiles to my face are when I remember the first time my girlfriend let me kiss her. While its definately in the top 10 things I "want" to remember it still doesnt beat the look she gave me when her parents said they wouldnt have any issue with me dating her. I will always cherish that look.
Things I wish I could forget... and never repeat....
Getting angry over sugar. Getting angry over a speeder. Getting angry..
I don't want to hurt my friends and loved ones anymore.
I had one of those moments today. I was in a meeting for my reviews at work, then during a serious moment I started thinking about a day when I worked at McD's when I had a really bad case of gas, well I dropped a trainwreck of a fart just as a supervisor bent over to get something out of the cabinet behind me. Now, in my defense I did warn others around me, but it cleared the kitchen... and some of the lobby. Well needless to day I was not allowed to have chili at work ever again.
anyway, this moment, like many other moments I have had in my life, brought me great mirth and smiles. Something else that brings smiles to my face are when I remember the first time my girlfriend let me kiss her. While its definately in the top 10 things I "want" to remember it still doesnt beat the look she gave me when her parents said they wouldnt have any issue with me dating her. I will always cherish that look.
Things I wish I could forget... and never repeat....
Getting angry over sugar. Getting angry over a speeder. Getting angry..
I don't want to hurt my friends and loved ones anymore.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Things that...
No rant today...
Just the following public service announcement.
Anger is a bad thing, it hurts everyone around you. It hurts those you do not know, and those that you love. It causes you to lose focus of reality and can damage your reputation and good intentions.
Getting angry is natural. How you display that anger is the bad thing.
Just the following public service announcement.
Anger is a bad thing, it hurts everyone around you. It hurts those you do not know, and those that you love. It causes you to lose focus of reality and can damage your reputation and good intentions.
Getting angry is natural. How you display that anger is the bad thing.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
There is no spoon....
Okay, ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages, and the spare zombie or two in the crowd...
I have something wonderful and amazing to tell you! So lean close and pay attention...
YOUR 8 YEAR OLD PIECE OF SHIT COMPUTER... GET RID OF IT AND GET A NEW ONE.
I have something wonderful and amazing to tell you! So lean close and pay attention...
YOUR 8 YEAR OLD PIECE OF SHIT COMPUTER... GET RID OF IT AND GET A NEW ONE.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Reflections...
I decided to go back to the begining of this blog and re-read everything I wrote, and I have to tell you something... I am so glad I am not that same guy anymore..
Let me tell you what I plan for this new year.
1. Lose at least 50 lbs. if not more.
2. Continue to improve my relationship with myself and rachel.
3. Enhance my status and position within my company and become a more valueable asset.
4. Attempt to complete my degree so that I can finally say I have a damn AAS.
5. Make at least one trip to one or more of the following cities: Kansas City, Chicago, Austin, Portland, Orlando, Houston, and/or Tulsa.
6. For the following reasons: Friends, family, waffle house, whataburger, sunrise, sunset, rennaisance, and/or just because.
7. Get promoted out of Tier 1.
8. Practice becoming a better marksman and teach at least two people how to be come better marksmen.
9. Aquire another firearm, either semi-auto pistol, .40 S&W, or another, larger, rifle of military design or hunting specs.
10. Pay off and upgrade my DRZ-400 SE to a DL1000. And go on a few road trips. (see #5)
As you can see I have a small list of things to do this year, and there are going to be more. But rest assured, I will be posting the things that make me think.
Happy New Year 2009.
Let me tell you what I plan for this new year.
1. Lose at least 50 lbs. if not more.
2. Continue to improve my relationship with myself and rachel.
3. Enhance my status and position within my company and become a more valueable asset.
4. Attempt to complete my degree so that I can finally say I have a damn AAS.
5. Make at least one trip to one or more of the following cities: Kansas City, Chicago, Austin, Portland, Orlando, Houston, and/or Tulsa.
6. For the following reasons: Friends, family, waffle house, whataburger, sunrise, sunset, rennaisance, and/or just because.
7. Get promoted out of Tier 1.
8. Practice becoming a better marksman and teach at least two people how to be come better marksmen.
9. Aquire another firearm, either semi-auto pistol, .40 S&W, or another, larger, rifle of military design or hunting specs.
10. Pay off and upgrade my DRZ-400 SE to a DL1000. And go on a few road trips. (see #5)
As you can see I have a small list of things to do this year, and there are going to be more. But rest assured, I will be posting the things that make me think.
Happy New Year 2009.
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