Rysky
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If you want snow and colder temps, Rysky I'll be glad to send some your way.
* sending out my love and fluffy bear hugs, handshakes, high-fives,
and head nods to all *Get better, John.
Yes please! I am accepting all unwanted cold and snow atm.
*channels positive feelings and offers hugs to anyone and everyone that wants or needs some*
| John Napier 698 |
John Napier 698 wrote:*Accepts hugs, while wearing a mask* And now, I have a cold. *sigh* Can't seem to catch a break, can I?Maybe you need a new pair of dice? Seems like you're botching every Fort save the DM is throwing at you.
That would be nice. Just got done with a large bowl of Chicken Noodle soup, to which I added Ground Red Pepper. The Cold medicine is helping. My sinuses drained twice last night.
| John Napier 698 |
And, it seems that the new guard isn't going to show up. *Severe eye twitching, followed by a long stream of profanity* So why the f*** bother training someone for a f****ng job site if they're never going to f****ng show? F****ng typical. I have indeed been sent to a place where Security Careers go to die. F****ng typical.
| John Napier 698 |
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I'd like to apologize for being away from the message boards for most of Yesterday. I was too angry to be fit company. I got to the garage yesterday, and who shows up a few minutes later? The new guard. What the actual f***? Isn't the whole purpose of cell phones is to answer calls when they're made? Or return missed calls? But no. He ignored the various calls made and simply showed up anyway. All this over a lack of communication. F****ng amateur. Again, I wonder why I even f****ng bother.
feytharn
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Skyclad
My mind was a time bomb
That was set to explode
So I packed up my cares
Into the sunset I rode
A path to hell that's paved
With good intentions
Well I guess you and I
Will never see eye to eye
But if there's one thing I'll be
Glad to know when I die
It's that I never entertained your
'Can't conventions'
Two men gaze from behind
Their prison bars
One man sees dirt
The other sees stars
I'm just thinking aloud
Isn't thinking allowed?
Just let your mind wander
It may never come back
Set off on a new train of thought
On life's track
I'm just thinking aloud
Isn't thinking allowed?
Why is nobody thinking?
How can you call me a failure
Or a social defective
When to find your own mind
You'd need a private detective?
I'm not a statistic or
A regular family man.
I don't give a damn about public relations
I'll never live up to
Your great expectations
You can take or leave me
Just the way I am
Your straight jacket emotions
Only stifle and kill
The spirit within us all
I call free will.
I'm just thinking aloud
Isn't thinking allowed?
Two men gaze from behind
Their prison bars
One man sees dirt
The other sees stars
I'm just thinking aloud
Isn't thinking allowed?
Rysky
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*sniff* It was in the 30s this morning so we had rain and hail, if it was still in the tens we might have had a winter wonderland going on.
Oh well, hope everyone has a great rest of their week ^w^
*channels positive feelings and offers hugs to anyone and everyone that wants or needs some*
P.S. for those still dealing with snow and do not wish to do so I am still gladly taking donations.
| John Napier 698 |
So, back to the schedule we had before that one guard quit. Monday: 5 AM to 2:30, Tuesday through Thursday: 2:30 PM to Midnight, and Friday: off.
Except when the supervisor decides to f*** with the other two guards (myself included) by pulling the new guard to another site for the foreseeable future. Ever since they put a revolving door on the Supervisors office, things have gone to s***. But I have found the prerequisites for a supervisor in my company. A combined Int and Wis score of less than 15 and as much Charisma (to talk their way through all the BS they can) as possible.
I had considered staying on, or at least giving a two-week notice should I ever win a lottery, but no longer. Should I ever be so lucky, I'll walk the next day, and restrain myself from telling them what they can do with the position I just vacated. I swear, if I had something better lined up, I'd walk now. I'm so sick of being lied to.
Please pardon my anger.
| Wei Ji the Learner |
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...a lottery is a tax on the less financially well-to-do.
The dream of riches, sold to hide the fact that it's a tax that people willingly pay.
It's also a 'gateway drug' to gambling addiction, and our state (at least) pretends to provide for gambling addiction awareness while pushing more and more scratch-off and 'high ticket' games.
Why am I so salty about this?
The lottery was rolled out initially as this amazing idea 'it'll help fund the schools'!
...and then the State Legislature defunded the schools the money that they *had* been getting (to do things like pay for pensions, insurance, etc -- y'know, the BORING STUFF).
...and now the state is so far in the hole that Moody's is talking 'junk bond' status intently.
And before folks think that's a political or partisan thing -- no... all parties were involved with this abomination of debt, no one can claim 'the other folks did it'... everyone for the past forty years in the State bodies has done it.
Are there other gigs you could investigate, John? Because this job is sounding less and less safe the more you talk about it, not just from a physical perspective, but also a psychological as well.
| Qunnessaa |
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Yikes! I hope things start going better at your job soon, Mr. Napier - your post came up while I was composing mine, but for what it's worth, I hope there have been other things going on that the next line of my post doesn't seem entirely callous.
I hope everyone’s first week of the new year has been nice, and that all the rest prove lovely too!
It’s been one last weekend of slacking off before putting nose to the grindstone again, on my end, but since I saw people posting about books they had read over the holidays, I thought I would chime in as a way of bidding farewell to the hols. Spoilers to avoid a wall of text, more than to hide plot details, mainly.
First, two silly things for reading on the train to and from home:
Nairne Holtz’s Femme Confidential.
Violette Leduc’s Thérèse et Isabelle.
Most recently:
Kai Cheng Thom’s Fierce Femmes and Notorious Liars.