I'm soooo happy!!! I finally had revenge on a supervisor that has been making my life hell.
And it was done in such a way that it put her into a very, Very bad light.
I finally am working with a supervisor who is my direct boss and is very supportive of all of his staff, I've been able to do more, excerise more of my talents, step up to the plate and hit the ball out of the stadium every single time. My old supervisor wouldn't even let me strech a toe.
Well when my old supervisor started pulling me away from my assigned work load, of course all my stuff backed up. And when my new supervisor came back from his two day vacation and saw the back log he asked me what happened and I told him and I complained that I was now put three days behind my job and how am I going to make up the time when the old super was constantly pulling me away from it.
Espeically since it was very clear that there were other people she could have called on that were pratically begging for extra work hours as per the MOU.
Welll the "head honcho who must be obeyed" had a meeting of all the supers and wanted to have an updated progress report--Yeehaaa!!! talk about opening a nasty can of worms. When it was my supers time to report he let them have it all and why and how it violated the MOU and was putting his staff's work productivity behind, because my old super was too lazy to call in the extra staff.
As they say "Revenge is a dish best eaten cold", and it tasted gooooooood.
On the Prowl
Friday, October 08, 2004
Thursday, October 07, 2004
I HATE Cellphones and why~~~
I HATE cellphones!!!! I hate them because they are being used in the wrong contex of proper usage.
Don't get me wrong. There is a right usage of cellphones, like calling AAA for a tow or calling your sweetie that your going to be late because there's a 10 car pile up on 880 or what I even like better, calling CHP because you saw the 10 car pile up just as it started. That one happened to me.
No, the reason why I hate them is this--I had to take the bus today, my car is in the shop, needing new breaks because I have to stop suddenly for all the idiots that cut in front of me without using their turn-signals--please envision using your turn signals---they are not there for decoration.
I don't mind taking the bus, as a matter of fact I've been lucky and have met unfailingly polite people or strange people and some's that's in the middle. But today took the cake, I was at my stop waiting for that 40 foot public transport limo to take me to work, when a 20 something black woman got on her cell phone and the next thing I heard was "what was yous doing last night I'm gonna beat you up and you don go F*&^ with me! (sorry I've got to do some censorship her) I'll beat yr F*&^% Ass off U B*&$#!"
Well I had the dubious pleasure of being treated to that continous type of language and haraging from my pick up stop to just three stops before I got off. As a matter of fact besides myself, and this lady with the foul mouth, there were 6 other people plus the driver and we did not need to hear her entire life history about how everyone beats up on her and they can go F'ing off.
As a matter of fact when she finally got off, everyone heaved a sigh of relief and every one said "Boy am I glad she's gone". I was wishing I could have said I'm glad that foulmouthed bitch was gone but that would have only lowered me to her level.
O.K so why didn't someone tell her to shut up?? If you saw her you would have thought twice because she was sooooooo big she could have lifted the bus off the ground. To take someone like that out you need to go for the kneecaps.
But none of us needed to hear that conversation. As a matter of fact everyone is using the cellphone like they have to pick it up immediately just because the cutise ring goes off.
Hey Dummies haven't you heard of vibrate and leaving a phone message then the idiot who gets your call can call you back when no one is listening.
Now I have to confess I do carry my cell with me and yes I do call my sweetie, to let him know I'm going to be late. And I have called him from the grocery store to double check to see if we need 1 quart of milk or two.
And there is another thing---driving with the cell phone plaster to your ear and therefor driving with one hand--HEY THERE WAKE UP!!! Haven't you heard of the hands free option--for cell phones not for driving--(trust me there are people out there that are that stupid). Driving a car is a two handed operation!! I have seen more accidents because people were on cell phones and not focuscing on driving.
And do you know what makes it worse, seeing a person on a cell phone while driving then getting into an accident and still on the cell phone while the police officer is trying to ask you questions while the fire men are using the jaws of life to pry you out of the car that has rolled on top of you because you were too distracted to drive because you were talking on the cell phone.
I have heard of the need to communicate but this has taken it to extreme areas. It's times like that the the need for silence is soooo important.
Yeah I'm talken' to you Ms. foulmouth--- what you need is to spend a year long retreat in a monastary where a vow of silence is taken. Then you can only communicate by writting and no foul words, your grammar and sentence structure must be perfect and, you have to use clean words to describe your anger.
Of course after being force to be silent for a year you may learn something---like cleaning up your act and your mouth.
O.K. I think the next thing to do is that all students in grammar, jr high and high school needs to take classes in etiquette which would include celll phone use and you can't graduate unless you get nothing less than a B+.
Harsh?? I don't think so because the parents certainly aren't doing the job if that 20 something foulmouth is an example of what we have coming up in the world.
Don't get me wrong. There is a right usage of cellphones, like calling AAA for a tow or calling your sweetie that your going to be late because there's a 10 car pile up on 880 or what I even like better, calling CHP because you saw the 10 car pile up just as it started. That one happened to me.
No, the reason why I hate them is this--I had to take the bus today, my car is in the shop, needing new breaks because I have to stop suddenly for all the idiots that cut in front of me without using their turn-signals--please envision using your turn signals---they are not there for decoration.
I don't mind taking the bus, as a matter of fact I've been lucky and have met unfailingly polite people or strange people and some's that's in the middle. But today took the cake, I was at my stop waiting for that 40 foot public transport limo to take me to work, when a 20 something black woman got on her cell phone and the next thing I heard was "what was yous doing last night I'm gonna beat you up and you don go F*&^ with me! (sorry I've got to do some censorship her) I'll beat yr F*&^% Ass off U B*&$#!"
Well I had the dubious pleasure of being treated to that continous type of language and haraging from my pick up stop to just three stops before I got off. As a matter of fact besides myself, and this lady with the foul mouth, there were 6 other people plus the driver and we did not need to hear her entire life history about how everyone beats up on her and they can go F'ing off.
As a matter of fact when she finally got off, everyone heaved a sigh of relief and every one said "Boy am I glad she's gone". I was wishing I could have said I'm glad that foulmouthed bitch was gone but that would have only lowered me to her level.
O.K so why didn't someone tell her to shut up?? If you saw her you would have thought twice because she was sooooooo big she could have lifted the bus off the ground. To take someone like that out you need to go for the kneecaps.
But none of us needed to hear that conversation. As a matter of fact everyone is using the cellphone like they have to pick it up immediately just because the cutise ring goes off.
Hey Dummies haven't you heard of vibrate and leaving a phone message then the idiot who gets your call can call you back when no one is listening.
Now I have to confess I do carry my cell with me and yes I do call my sweetie, to let him know I'm going to be late. And I have called him from the grocery store to double check to see if we need 1 quart of milk or two.
And there is another thing---driving with the cell phone plaster to your ear and therefor driving with one hand--HEY THERE WAKE UP!!! Haven't you heard of the hands free option--for cell phones not for driving--(trust me there are people out there that are that stupid). Driving a car is a two handed operation!! I have seen more accidents because people were on cell phones and not focuscing on driving.
And do you know what makes it worse, seeing a person on a cell phone while driving then getting into an accident and still on the cell phone while the police officer is trying to ask you questions while the fire men are using the jaws of life to pry you out of the car that has rolled on top of you because you were too distracted to drive because you were talking on the cell phone.
I have heard of the need to communicate but this has taken it to extreme areas. It's times like that the the need for silence is soooo important.
Yeah I'm talken' to you Ms. foulmouth--- what you need is to spend a year long retreat in a monastary where a vow of silence is taken. Then you can only communicate by writting and no foul words, your grammar and sentence structure must be perfect and, you have to use clean words to describe your anger.
Of course after being force to be silent for a year you may learn something---like cleaning up your act and your mouth.
O.K. I think the next thing to do is that all students in grammar, jr high and high school needs to take classes in etiquette which would include celll phone use and you can't graduate unless you get nothing less than a B+.
Harsh?? I don't think so because the parents certainly aren't doing the job if that 20 something foulmouth is an example of what we have coming up in the world.
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
Debates
O.K. Cheney and Edwards are going to debate. My recommendation. Do not watch the T.V.
Cover the Image with paper or something.
Listen to the debates as if it were radio, that way you will hear the words, NOT watch the image.
That was the downfall of the Kennedy/Nixon debates. When people just listened to it on the radio Nixon came out ahead in the polls. But those that watched it on the T.V. Kennedy came out ahead, even though Nixons answers were better and more right on.
So don't get distrated by a pretty face or an old one. Listen to the words, close your eyes and just listen to the words, don't get distracted by image, because images can be false.
Of course if you close your eyes you may fall asleep because these debates are sooooo boring.
"The president's on---He's on every station!!! We're going to miss Flipper!!!"
Cover the Image with paper or something.
Listen to the debates as if it were radio, that way you will hear the words, NOT watch the image.
That was the downfall of the Kennedy/Nixon debates. When people just listened to it on the radio Nixon came out ahead in the polls. But those that watched it on the T.V. Kennedy came out ahead, even though Nixons answers were better and more right on.
So don't get distrated by a pretty face or an old one. Listen to the words, close your eyes and just listen to the words, don't get distracted by image, because images can be false.
Of course if you close your eyes you may fall asleep because these debates are sooooo boring.
"The president's on---He's on every station!!! We're going to miss Flipper!!!"
Monday, October 04, 2004
Well I'm here, Now what?
Well I'm here, I've never done a blog before so this is going to be interesting. I'm not politically correct. In fact I hate all the political correctness that's been going around. Just as I hate John Kerry.
So if you don't like what I say--that's just too bad (as I stick my tongue out at you).
Well let me modify that a bit. There are some things I think are O.K. like coffee and donuts and the NRA.
I've lived too long and I'm fed up with everyone being so PC to the point that you don't know who you are going to offend.
Now I will never ever call a black person the "N" word and I won't call a person of asian back ground a "chink" or other such word, that is demeaning. but I am so tired of using African American or Asian American unless it's on a form that one has to fill out.
Damn it your either white, black, chinese, indian or something but quit being so PC--there is an exception--you do have to say Native American for Indian because we do have people from India who are also called Indian. Now how is that for samatics problems. But I would prefer if they said I'm Comanche or Navaho or something like that.
That's like saying "Oh well my family is from England, France, Italy" it helps.
O.K so what is this all about---why am I doing a Blog site---That's simple---"Freedom of Speech" that's what. I can remenice about my childhood without boring someone, I can let off steam without making someone mad (unless you read my post) or I can rant and rant and rant and get it off my ample chest without having a stroke.
Because where I work I have to get along with a lot of people and most of them are IDOIT'S!!!
And it doesn't matter what age they are, they are IDiot's, fools, simple minded sheep following the Judas goat to what ever peridition is waiting for them. (Espeically if you vote for Kerry)
So if you don't like what I say--that's just too bad (as I stick my tongue out at you).
Well let me modify that a bit. There are some things I think are O.K. like coffee and donuts and the NRA.
I've lived too long and I'm fed up with everyone being so PC to the point that you don't know who you are going to offend.
Now I will never ever call a black person the "N" word and I won't call a person of asian back ground a "chink" or other such word, that is demeaning. but I am so tired of using African American or Asian American unless it's on a form that one has to fill out.
Damn it your either white, black, chinese, indian or something but quit being so PC--there is an exception--you do have to say Native American for Indian because we do have people from India who are also called Indian. Now how is that for samatics problems. But I would prefer if they said I'm Comanche or Navaho or something like that.
That's like saying "Oh well my family is from England, France, Italy" it helps.
O.K so what is this all about---why am I doing a Blog site---That's simple---"Freedom of Speech" that's what. I can remenice about my childhood without boring someone, I can let off steam without making someone mad (unless you read my post) or I can rant and rant and rant and get it off my ample chest without having a stroke.
Because where I work I have to get along with a lot of people and most of them are IDOIT'S!!!
And it doesn't matter what age they are, they are IDiot's, fools, simple minded sheep following the Judas goat to what ever peridition is waiting for them. (Espeically if you vote for Kerry)
And when I caution them they look at me as if I'M THE STUPID one, then later they come back and say "why did we do that?" and I say because "You're too stupid to listen to common sense and to an old person who has seen this all before" and then they hate me even more. So what--up their's--in this life nobody but nobody gets out alive.
When I play pool or poker I go for the throat, that's why I call myself "Mean Kitty" it's a nickname that been given me and I'm damn proud of it.
So let me rant--it will save my sanity. And if you don't like what you read--well don't read it.
I didn't force you to come here. You came because of curiosity. And remember what it did to the Cat.
Oh and I most likely will not allow comments on my posts--because I don't care what you think. I'm tired of caring what people think!! I'm letting hang out there---the good, the bad and the very ugly.
My topics will go almost anywhere, I may say hateful things. It's not you personnally I'm talking about; it's about the general condition of life that I hate.
I may also say good things too, like the fact that my man can make the best cuppa coffee I've ever tasted. Or something very speical happened that for a brief time gives me hope about the world.
But let me rant, let me rave, let me be angry so I can be sweet. That's all I ask.
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