First Door on the Left

I got my (ahem) “holiday bonus” from my employer. A gift check good for $15 toward a Butterball turkey. Cheap bastards.

I did not go in to the office last Tuesday. I took all three of my days off — Sunday, Monday and Tuesday. I plan on doing the same this week. They are not paying me enough to justify me giving them my time on my scheduled days off. I don’t care whether my reports get done in time for the Wednesday meeting or not. In short, my attitude toward this job sucks, and I don’t care.

I went in on Wednesday only to find out that on Tuesday they had fired one of my people for something I allowed him to do the Thursday before. Funny thing is, I had called one of the managers before I allowed this person to do this thing and had gotten his full approval. This manager sat in on my guy’s termination on Tuesday and did not say a fricking word. He just went along with the whole thing.

I raised a big stink when I got there Wednesday and found out what they had done. After it was all said and done, the Human Resources manager called my guy, apologized, and offered to reinstate him. He was back at work on Thursday, and was paid for the two days he was “unemployed.” Don’t mess with my people, okay? And do not go firing them for something I told them they could do.

I have lost all faith in and respect for the manager that was involved. I could not believe he did what he did.

I so need to find a new job.

Dallas Rejects Super Wal-Mart

Dang it all, anyway. Just when I had started to give up all hope in our city government, they go and show a little sense. Good for them!

Boycott Wal-Mart

Why you should wipe that smiling yellow face off your shopping list.

It’s another beautiful day. I slept until noon. The s/o had left for work before I got out of bed, so it’s just me and the cats. I just now got out of the shower. Clothes are in both washing machine and dryer. I’ll go do the weekly grocery shopping, then come home and clean a bit around here. There is nothing like a domestic day to sooth frazzled nerves.

I upgraded to version 2.51 of Movable Type sometime early this morning. I think it was sometime around 3 a.m. I have not as yet noticed any major changes, except you can now search this site. Though what you would search for, I have no idea.

Everybody and their least favorite aunt has been weighing in on this whole Iraq thing, so I’ll throw in my two cents. It’s all about the oil. That, and Baby Bush is trying to avenge the embarrassment heaped upon Daddy Bush by Saddam in Operation Desert Storm. If it’s Saddam they’re after, why not just send in a well trained sniper with a high powered rifle and scope and take the sumabeetch out? Don’t tell me it can’t be done. It’s done in the movies every day. Why bomb an entire country to smithereens just to get rid of one evil dictator? It makes no sense.

It has been a thoroughly uneventful day around here. Nothing has been done, nothing accomplished.

Lately, when I’ve been bored, I have messed with the layout or the colors on this page. No more. This is it. I am finished. Probably.

I downloaded version 2.51 of Movable type, and, if a surge of energy hits me sometime this evening, I may upgrade. I don’t see that the new version does anything I need done that the current version does not do, but I am three tenths of a version behind the times. It’s the principle involved.

You need to think of a caption for the picture in today’s earlier entry. Entertain me. I dare you.

I will now go get some take out barbecue for dinner. It will get me out of the house for a few minutes, and I won’t have to listen to Giorgio telling me how hungry he is (which he has been doing since I started typing this).

Weather is beautiful. In the 70′s. November in Texas. Gotta love it. We should be out doing something. Why are we not out doing something?

How to have fun in the shower…

I do not quite understand why or how this particular picture caught my attention. (Yeah, sure, uh-huh.) I guess it may be what you would call a “steamy picture.”

Can you think of a good caption? My favorite so far, contributed by the s/o: “Nope, the soap’s not up here!”

Dad files $300K lawsuit after son doesn’t get MVP award

A New Brunswick father is suing the provincial amateur hockey association after his 16-year-old son failed to win the league’s most-valuable-player award.

If you don’t win, sue.

“I’m doing this because all the years I played and coached hockey I saw what good it could bring to your life. I’m doing this for my son. He feels very bad. He did his best. . . . I didn’t want to go this far but hopefully it will be an example to others.”

Yes, sir. A fine example. Especially for your son. Teach him that if life doesn’t give him exactly what he wants, he can always file a lawsuit.

Steven led the league this season with 45 goals and 42 assists in 27 games. The league MVP, Lucas Martin who plays for Moncton, had 21 goals and 39 assists, fourth in the league.

“How do you justify that?” Croteau said. “It’s quite obvious he’s the most valuable forward in the league.”

Hmmmm…. I wonder if attitude and sportsmanship may have played a role in the selection of the winner?

One of the things that constantly amazes me these days is how George W. Bush has managed to bamboozle so many people in this country. Do people really believe that this man has an ounce of intelligence in his entire body?

Yes, I did go the office yesterday. I was there for about three hours and was able to get a very good start on this week’s reports. At least when I go in today I won’t be rushing about like a crazy person.

The BSA did give that kid who refused to denounce his atheist beliefs the boot. There is nothing he can do about it, since the Supreme Court has already said they are free to discriminate all they want. But the person who wrote this paragraph has a brilliant future ahead of them in politics:

“We regret that Mr. Lambert feels his beliefs must be compromised; that is never requested or desired by the BSA. The Boy Scouts of America is a shared values organization and we do not ask anyone to compromise their beliefs just to become a member. … We only ask those who disagree with the Boy Scouts to show Scouting the same respect.”

Have you ever before read such dribble? No, they are not asking this kid to compromise his beliefs. Just change them.

One of the few things the s/o and I could never agree on is the length of my hair. I like it short, mainly because I don’t like messing with it every day. He likes it long. I got it cut today. He is going to freak when he sees it. It’s pretty short.

I know last week I said I was going to go spend a few hours at the office on Tuesday, but did not. Then I complained about having to catch up with everybody on Wednesday. So, tomorrow, I plan on going in for a few hours. It could happen.

Giorgio gets to go spend the day at the vet’s again tomorrow. She is still trying to determine the optimal dosage of insulin we should be giving him. It was kind of funny the other night when the s/o was giving him his injection, and he decided there was something in the other room he wanted to check out. He just went walking off with the syringe still in him. Guess you had to be there.

Remember to go vote tomorrow if you’re in the United States, and vote Democrat (please).

[Justin] Timberlake also wants you to know he’s handy with his putter. “Golf is a sex game,” he says in the December issue of Jane magazine. “The goal is to get the ball in the hole.” (link)

If golf were a sex game, Justin, the goal would be to get your putter in the hole, not the ball. This misconception may well explain your breakup with Britney.