Tinky Winky Wants to Tell You Something

Population of Hell Increases By One

http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/05/15/jerry.falwell/index.html

If I believed in heaven and hell, I know this jerk-off would be going right downtown.

Hanoi Jane

Is it just me, or does Jane Fonda sound dunk/retarded in this interview?

http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2007/05/11/earlyshow/leisure/celebspot/main2791086.shtml

hyp·o·crite (hĭp'ə-krĭt')

On Monday, I was talking to my boss (no one other than a few coworkers were around) and in the context of a discussion regarding my frustration with people contacting me for information that I really shouldn't be giving them (i.e. questions about contracts that I don't have access to, but know the general idea.) In any case, in the context of this discussion I said "I don't give a fuck what he does." Now, let me put in this disclaimer that, while I do work for a religious organization, most of the people in this department are not even observant of any religion, much less zealots. People are cursing and bitching and moaning around here on a daily basis. It certainly wasn't the first f bomb dropped around here. Hell, it wasn't the first one of the day!

So, my boss out of nowhere says "Please, watch your language." What I enjoy most about this is that he curses more than anyone else in the office. So, now, three days after his little scolding he walks into my office while I am on the phone and demands to know who I am on the phone with. I tell him that it's someone from another organization that he asked me to contact and relay information to. He then proceeds to say (while the person is on the phone, and my hand is not covering the mouthpiece) "Shit! I can't catch a fucking break today!!" Wah, have another childish meltdown.

It took every ounce of restraint for me to ask him to please not curse. I mean, if we aren't supposed to do it in front of coworkers, is it really appropriate to do it in front of people from other organizations? Especially people that you really don't know, and who might actually be offended?

As far as the meltdown goes, I don't even know what that was all about. The thing he was going to ask me to do was no big deal, and he just asked someone else to do it. It took her two minutes and was not even a huge priority. He needs to start taking Midol, I swear.

This is the bullshit that I deal with every day.

Interestingly enough, when I went to dictionary.com to get my little title thing, three Google ads came up, all for religious websites (christianbibleinfo.com, howjesussaves.com, hallvworthington.com.) Google ads make me laugh sometimes.

Boy, Have I Got a Treat for You!!!

I work in the ghetto. I'm not saying that in a white person from the suburbs way. It's a real, live, crack dealing ghetto. En route from suburbia (where I live) to the ghetto, I have to drive through a White Trash Buffer. I always pass the vehicle in the below photograph while in The Buffer, but this is the first reasonable shot I've been able to get of it.

In case your brain is trying not to comprehend this, it is in fact a stretch limo on monster wheels. I don't even know where to begin. All of my sarcastic comments are dammed up in my brain.

I Hate My Job

Yeah, I know, news flash!!

I am so freaking bored at work, it is ridiculous. I literally have to ask for something to do every single day, and even then I still have hours of free time. Considering the level that I am at, I shouldn't have to beg for work. The freaking secretary is swamped!

I am only left to assume that my boss wants me to quit, although I can't figure out why. I get my work done on time, it's always good and he has always given me positive reviews.

I am working on it, though. I had an interview on Friday, although I don't think that I am really in the running for the job. But, it was still nice to get out there and try. At least I am doing something...

I am feeling so shitty about life today. My boss is always complaining to me about how busy he is and how he has to work weekends to keep up with his workload. Meanwhile, I'm reading all about Caligula on Wikipedia just to pass the time. It's not that he doesn't know that I don't have work to do, because in addition to asking for work every day, I have come right out and said "I don't have enough work to do." He yelled at me when I tried to have that conversation with him. As you can see, he's a really good manager.

Okay, I've been fucking around on the computer for almost an hour. I at least have to change out of my work clothes.

My boss' boss is wearing the suit again (see 4/23/07)

She really makes me feel like a fashion plate, and I could give a shit about my clothes!

Ha ha- fashion plate! I used to have this toy called "Fashion Plate" when I was a kid. It had these plastic plates that you would put in a holder, so you could put a top and bottom together, then you put a piece of paper over it, rub the paper with a pencil to get an outline and then you could color in the outfit. I'm sure they don't make that anymore. You can probably get a program that would do it for you.

Okay, back to work. Fun, fun work...