Addictions

Play Deal or No Deal!
Admit it, some of you are addicted too.



I stole this from Outhouse Rag who apparently got it from NBC directly. Have Fun!

Always going forward... 'cause we can't find reverse!

When I was a boy I thought that Star Trek was science fiction. In High School I had a teacher expose me to the real thing and I realized that Star Trek is just mind-candy. Funny, funny mind-candy. Thanks to Falwyn, my cousin, for bringing it to my attention and to the Star Trek Inspirational Posters creator, whomever they may be.

Incoming!

So today I go and Vote, and I'm feeling a little bit better about the world. A little bit of harmless self-delusion that my voice has an impact on the world. Then I turn in my BOGWaiver and they say I can find out if I qualify by Friday, "Everything's shiny Captain!". Then I go to work. Have I mentioned before that my employer sucks ASS. This week several routes and at least one schedule changed, add the new driver schedules, crappy vehicles, and a smattering of Need-to-know-basis attitude and PRESTO! Confusion reigns supreme. So while I'm trying to give directions to two drivers that failed to get route sheets and deal with two vehicles that are breaking down my boss rushes in and is panicked because he just got a call from the client; apparently our drivers didn't honor a stop that was created YESTERDAY at FIVE PM. Then the General Manager comes into the room, while I'm on the phone or radio or something and says, "I hope this isn't somebody trying to sabotage us." Yeah, that's right folks, SHE ALREADY THINKS SHE FIGHTING TRANSIT WAR! THE FUCKING BITCH THINKS EVERY DRIVER IS OUT TO GET HER! AND SHE'S GOT A PLAN TO GET THEM FIRST! I am pissed. This insecure little, slept-my-way-to-the-top, wench is the worst manager I've ever worked for - bar none. She's increasing the micro-management factor, is out to get any driver that has an opinion of their own, and doesn't have a clue how to treat other human beings. Now you want to hear the upside to all this? My boss would probably understand all the "Bring-Your-Own-Lube" jokes the drivers tell. His ass is being ridden so hard that he's starting to get all buddy-buddy with me. So much for the "don't make friends with the people you supervise" chat he gave me. After The General left my office he told me that it had come to his attention that another person may have used my radio on some evening in the unspecified past. I said yeah, ok, so... and he said that kind of thing was "illegal" and could cost myself, the other person, and him our jobs, if it happened again. I'd like to think of myself as a quick thinker, and occasionally I come up with something good, so I immediately reminded him that I am basically alone for the second half of my shift and occasionally need a bathroom break, hence the past occurrences, and he said that in the future I would have to take a handheld radio with me everywhere. What a crock of... :-) well, you know.
So today I'm really glad that the Union has filed for a vote, it can't come soon enough. And I'm going to go back on my vow of peace, it's time to bust out the ammunition for Transit War. Everybody keep you head down... Incoming!

Plagiarism

I saw this and couldn't resist posting a link (or two, or three) to Pumpkin Carving with Klingons. I stole it from Outhouse Rag.