Today I am depressed at the number of "criminal justice" majors (hey- the SA is hiring). Because, kids, "education" is all about getting a J.O.B.. And if I read one more thing about what "employers want," gonna scream. They "want" somebody with a cute butt who is easy to replace as toilet paper. Oh-- and "credentials" so nobody gets in trouble for "hiring" a commodity cute-butt.
I used to envy them for getting the "marketing" jobs for which I was WAY more "qualified." Now I would rather "manage" a death camp.
I could write tons of shit relating to my final 10 years in the korporat world... which is really continuing today-- they just haven't dropped the pretext that it's all about "education." There was the "job training manual" I was supposed to write... a step-by-step "instruction" manual on how to do my job. I finished mine before any of the other mid-level wonks did... so naturally I was one of the first to be "down-sized." The other wonks "read" mine, and just smiled. Of course none of the "senior" management looked at it.
I imagine they were were surprised at the "manual" which read: page one: learn the poop. page two: do the poop. Followed by 40 pages of blank paper under the heading of "take notes." For a while it was an interesting game to see how badly I could cheat the cheaters... but it was FAR too easy... and my heart wasn't in it. But the game has continued for another decade and some change... and even a low-level grunt like me is bombarded every day with memos and mission statements. Oh yeah... and "surveys."
Here's a hot one: identify four core competencies of the (company) that was "mandatory" just a few weeks ago. Do those fuckers have ANY idea how much they would have to PAY ME to answer that question honestly... and how much TIME it would take? Not really. They are probably hoping somebody will pull something brilliant out of their ass FOR FREE. Good luck with that. First they're going to need to sign a contract with my law firm: Dewey, Cheatham and Howe.
write on!
dam BO... that musta been one helluva sneeze. ya quit doin that shit. while it's nice to have three hots brought to yer cot... it gets kinda tedious after you get well enough to hobble outta there. sounds like ya got the good ol laptop there... and that's good- cos they aint shit on the teevee. fraid i was not a very good "patient" last time i got sucked into the "healthcare" system... especially when i couldn't talk for shit. (still can't)
keep that wound clean and dry as ya can. oh yeah- and the happy juice they gives ya right before they mess ya up would work for airports too... while they look up yer bum fur booms. got incoming papers today... but try to be nice to the blood peeps. it aint their fault they gotta stick ya with needles.
get the hell outta there as soon as ya kin, BO. the place is fulla sick people!
Nice pics Hannah. That's the city I saw most of when I was in White Salmon for a year. That whole area was beautiful. Sorry about the interview non-rejection Pan. Waldo, what's a GSHP? I'm sure it's on this page somewhere but my ADD reigns supreme at the moment. I've been back at work a week after three weeks leave, most of which I spent adjusting to non-stress ... which is not as easy as one would imagine. I did a financial analysis & came away knowing I absolutely had to hang onto the job while I had myself & canine dependants to feed - yes the health insurance is a big enough reason .... Glad you survived your op Bo - I am on crutches with a torn meniscus (some kind of knee cartilidge) - I go under the knife next week Tuesday. Swinging between terror & 'who cares about waking up'. I care, actually - just got some work to do on the panic factor. A guy in town here shot himself less than 12 hours after I spoke with him at his tree nursery .... I do hope there was no connection ....
Ground Source Heat Pump. Neat idea. They fucked it up. Great for set-and-forget interior "climate control." Heats in winter... cools in summer. But it uses lotsa juice.
The happy juice they gives you right before surgery contains lots of "don't-give-a-shit." And the slow-motion train wreck we are witnessing now will probably someday be called the fall of "capitalism." Whatever. Food, shelter and medicine should not be denied to anybody because they lack "money," a creative fiction (like "religion") that has been exploited until it no longer serves its intended purpose.
Man said, when salt loses its saltiness, whatchoo gonna salt it down with?
My hospital experience is that the problems aren't in surgery - it is afterwards. Fortunately J was very attentive and making sure that I was being taken care of.
The worst was the emergency surgery when they hadn't planned for me to have a room. I was sitting in the recovery room for hours before they could figure out what to do with me. And then they moved me again. They didn't have the proper equipment ready for me.
Here's my wound in technicolor. The small one above the long one is where they put the chest tube in. The long one -- where they pealed me back to put in the plates--is 18" front to back. So, I'm back on oxy again, but the pain is different this time. It kind of just feels like sore muscles. When I first broke my costal arch, it felt like my chest was on fire. Two titanium plates in the back to fix ribs that I broke a long time ago and a long titanium plate to fix my costal arch (front) which probably broke because it was unstable due to unhealed ribs in my back. Not sure when or where I broke the ribs in my back. I've been suffering from back pain for years. Now, I feel like I'm a complete package once again. Sorta a frame-off restoration. I should be good for another 20,000 miles. Love you guys.
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