And I don’t want YOUR ads playing in MY state. I have enough to deal with considering the biggest asshole we had for governor wants to try his hand at raising my fees and the toll amounts on the roads I travel by running for office again.
I am SO sick of all of these political ads polluting my morning news. I am SO sick of these out of touch, over pandering liars and their bullshit. You assholes want to impress me and get my vote? Then try living without a bank account for a month and get back with me.
Why is it that we can have over 1000+ different soda, cars, jeans, etc. to choose from, yet we are only subjected to two crappy political parties or their side fringe nut jobs? Welcome to the United States of Absurdity.
I live in a suburban hell community, with its tower of flames also including several retirement communities. I have adjusted my shopping schedules, to accommodate the influx of retirement buses bombarding the grocery store, making a smooth check out nearly impossible. I have curtailed my activities driving in my car between the hours of 9 am to 2 pm in this area as not to have an early heart attack at the stress of trying to navigate my way around all the Buick’s, Oldsmobile’s, and occasional “WTF are you doing in that sports car” driving 15 miles below the speed limit, making turns without indicators, and generally driving around town like lost Asian tourists.
As long as I obey those simple rules, I should save myself some grief. For the most part, I will say that the older folks in my hood are nice people. I can not say the same for the aging generation in Washington County. I spend a lot of time there because that is where our pottery studio is located as well as most of my family.
For some reason, the older folks, esp the older men, in this area are a different breed. They are nasty, self-righteous, and rude. For the SECOND time now, I have had to put these old fucks back in there place, especially when their rude behavior is done in front of my child. Whether I am trying to just get a fucking gallon of milk at the grocery store, selling pottery at a festival, or watching a show at a local theater, these assholes feel entitled to spread their misery over anyone whom seems to be in a good mood, express kindness, or not kiss their asses as if they are walking gods because they have lived longer then 75% of their high school classes.
I don’t think saying excuse me so I could get the kids breakfast milk to an old fucker who is standing in front of the milk gallons for 5 minutes not moving deserves the “I guess its all about you today” snide comment. My response back “Yes, I guess it IS all about me now, since YOUR generation has destroyed anything that was remotely good about this country” and walked away. While walking away down the frozen food isle, I took it upon myself to notify other normal shoppers of the potential danger in the milk isle by announcing loudly to my daughter’s embarrassment: “WARNING: GRUMPY OLD MAN IN THE MILK AISLE, GRUMPY OLD MAN IN THE MILK AISLE”.
So nasty, grumpy, old men in Hagerstown watch out. I am not going to take your shit anymore. And if you are thinking “those old people didn’t ruin America”…think again.
I have looked at some pictures from the depression unemployment lines and current unemployment lines. Keep in mind another name for an unemployment line these days is a job fair.
Compare these pictures!
Depression unemployment had better hats Current unemployment (or job fairs) have better hair do's and more women
Well at least we can say we are a bit more stylish as the nation crumbles. Now I need to go out and get a “say something” hat.
I have spent 15-20 years of my life going to stupid job interviews that make you get excited and falsely hopeful. I think if most people have had the amount of interviews I have had, they would probably jump off a bridge or cower in the corner of their bed and never see the light of day. One must realize, it is the most demoralizing, motivation stealing, SOUL STEALING, and heartless experience you could ever have. I’ve been to so many of these things, I realize that I am completely unemployable. The experiences are nightmarish.
Comments like (and these are real folks):
You’re overqualified
You’re underqualified
You’re not the right fit (like i’m a piece of clothes or a condom or something)
You’re too casual (guess I need to wear a tuxedo and pull up in a limo)
You don’t have that special something
I’m not kidding folks. This kind of bullshit has been following me MY WHOLE CAREER LIFE and at the age of 40, I cant take it anymore!
CNN always puts these stupid “helpful” articles up about things NOT TO SAY in an interview. They are always obvious like:
What does your company do? (research the company before the interview you idiot)
How much does the job pay? (just understand they are going to give you a barely survivable wage. they want to rip you off right out of the gate. leave your high hopes at home).
What are the hours of the position? (realize that you will be their slave and will work when they want you to, and however long they desire. welcome to slavery, fool)
How many sick days do I get? (YOU GET ONE and if you take more than one they will gossip about you and talk behind your back and set you up to fail).
How much time do you get off? (None. Don’t expect any for the first 5-10 years of employment if you last that long! God forbid you ask for a vacation, because that’s when they will search for your replacement).
Do you do background checks? (Only if they don’t want to hire you or are so intimidated by your looks and skills they want to make sure you don’t get in the company at all).
Of course we or I would never ask these stupid questions in an interview because, as you can see above, I already know the answer from years of experience. Once again, the media (in this case CNN) isn’t helping anyone with this stupid article.
HOWEVER…
Because the employment CRISIS IN AMERICA (yes that’s right I said crisis) is so bad, the respondents to the article were quite eloquent and profound. One person responded in this fashion and it’s so true. These questions will definitely offend an interviewer but I have moist dreams about saying them because they are legitimate questions that are more attuned to employment in “Amurka” and the treatment/plight of the working class being subjugated by people who don’t do ANYTHING and make all the money:
Why are you filling this position from the outside? Is it because you’ve made poor hiring choices so you have no one to choose from or because you have a bad training program?
What percentage of workers would quit today if they had a chance?
How much does the CEO & execs earn for every person they lay off?
How much does this company pay for their government lobbyists to push through bad public legislation in Washington DC?
How is management evaluated? Quality or quantity of work done?
What’s the most important thing I should focus on to be successful in this company: good appearance, network connections, ability to BS, taking claim for other’s work, or being in the same golf league as the boss?
What religious affiliation will solidify my employment at this company?
Which social networking tool should I be on so you can track my every move and invade my privacy and hold me accountable in the workplace, Facebook, Twitter, or Myspace?
Is there anything else I should change in my personal NON WORK related time that would qualify me for this position? Political affiliation (republican democrat liberal conservative)? Quit smoking? Turn gay or straight? Drink more? Less? Watch more television? Choose the right sports team?
Let’s face it folks, interviewing for a job these days is about as much of a crap shoot as playing your last retirement cent on a green felt table in Atlantic City. There’s no right way to go to an interview. All I can say is EXPECT NOTHING and if you get ANYTHING or even a job, expect to be treated like shit and thrown out the moment you get hired for some contrived reason even God himself couldn’t explain. It is important to remember, you don’t work for a company or yourself… YOU WORK FOR A PERSON(S) WHO’S GREED IS SO MASSIVE YOU WOULD NEVER UNDERSTAND IT UNLESS YOU WON THE LOTTERY AND HATED EVERYONE YOU KNOW.
Remember, we are all here and suffering so the few who have lived large wont have to change their standard of living.
Chad insisted I put the rules up if you come to the triangle on Fridays,…here they are
DON’T BE A DICK!
Just what is a “Dick”?
DON’T talk to the deejay whilst he’s spinning. Ever. You wouldn’t talk to a fireman when he’s putting out a fire or a pilot when he’s landing your plane. If you want to talk, talk to Ralphie the bartender. I’m listening to the music, not you… I’m gonna be rude.
DON’T verbally request songs. DON’T drunkenly shout across the bar at me for any reason. I will pack up and leave. Watch me. And DON’T stand there, trying to drunkenly sing song lyrics to me. Sober up. If you know the song you want use the request sheet provided. Otherwise I can’t help you.
DON’T be a dick by requesting a dozen or two of your favorite songs then get pissy when I only get to 2 or 3 of them. I am not some fleshy jukebox and this is the Triangle, not BURGER KING. You don’t get it your way all the time in life boys n girls, sorry.
DON’T get pissy because I might not have your song at hand. ALSO: due to numerous complaints, I AM NO LONGER playing “Urban Ethnocentric” music that gratuitously uses the “N” word. That’s yours to discover out in West Philly. Help yourself, Gangsta.
DON’T ignorantly request some 12 minute long fossil-rock song that no one gives a shit about and then reach into your pocket and pull out some nickels and dimes and dump them in my tip cup like you’re doing me a favor. Keep your change AND your goddamn requests, Rockefeller.
DON’T DON’T DON’T request ‘Poker Face by LADY GAGA or some other dance-pop when I’m in the middle of playing goddamn STEVIE RAY VAUGHN or OZZIE! It won’t get played. And DON’T ask for friggin’ BUCKCHERRY when I’m in the middle of playing PAUL VAN DYK. (If you don’t know who Paul Van Dyk is, you have NO BUSINESS asking a DJ anything anywhere at anytime.)
DON’T EVER drunkenly put your beer, wine, mixed drinks cigarettes, sodas or ANYTHING on my work table next to the expensive electronics. Unless of course you want to buy me a new amp or laptop.
DON’T drunk-dance in front of my work area ladies like I’m friggin’ KING DAVID and you are BATHSHEBA doing the friggin’ dance of the seven friggin’ veils. Believe it or not this goes for some of you guys too.
DON’T EVEN COME NEAR ME if you are out of your mind drunk, on pills or blow. Just,…stay away. And get some help.
DON’T demand I play your song NEXT! That’s the quickest way for your precious request to go to the bottom of the queue. And it’s just dick dick,…dickish.
THANK YOU people for your time! Kisses on all your openings….
Okay I am duty bound to blog about my trip to Minneapolis. This will probably sound like a stupid “what I did this summer” essay, and THAT is just how it is intended. So suck it!
My fabulous “road gypsy” sister in law (the mysterious Denise) accompanied me on my maiden voyage as a long haul driver. It was quite an experience. Here’s how it went down from my stupid MS Word calendar.
July 21 – Left for MN at 1:30pm. Arrived at Eldersburg (casa del Brente) 4ish and left for MN at 5:30p. Drove thru the night and morning.
Things I learned:
1. The state of Ohio smells bad and the state of Indiana smells even WORSE!
Stinky Ohio
2. Once you get started on a trip like this, you really can’t stop for anything (so sorry John).
3. Always bring along some music that really sucks but you know really well (this keeps you awake by making fun of the music by screaming along)!
4. At the right time of the early morning, with properly balanced tires, and with cruise control you can drive across the entire state of Indiana and never touch the steering wheel (so damn flat).
5. Wisconsin is the indoor water park capital of the world.
6. Gary Indiana makes Elizabeth New Jersey look like an oasis.
7. If you are travelling from Indiana to Illinois, you will not get welcomed to the state with any sort of “welcome to this state” sign. Dont know why.
Ill-Annoys
July 22 – 7:30a to 11:30a – slept in a parking lot for a first care facility which sits next to a restaurant called “the bog”. Here’s the best I can find for a webpage for the restaurant. It has a map so you can see where to sleep when the rain comes down in sheets and you’ve been driving for MANY MANY HOURS.
July 22 – 12 ish. Arrived in Minnesota where Liz came out to the car to meet us. It was sooooooo coool!
July 22 (Thurs) to July 26 (Mon) – Had a wonderful, exciting, and relaxing time hanging with Liz and Chris.
Things I learned:
1. Minnesota is really nice and clean and perty.
2. The people that live in the city actually have lawns.
3. The Mississippi river flows thru EVERYTHING.
4. The mall of america is over the top consumerism on steroids.
5. The public transit is clean, convenient, and very slow (ala chocolate world speed).
6. The bars have very nice people in them (at least the ones we went to).
7. Chris OFFICIALLY does a very good McJagger dance (as approved by Denise and Myself).
8. Chris has introduced me to the world of Portable Alcoholism (thank you “sensei” (did I spell that right?))
9. Liz is an awesome friend, the best hostess, and has the best tan in Minneapolis (“stay sexy Minneapolis!”).
10. The Juicy Lucy is INCREDIBLE!
11. Black Sambucca tastes good in coffee.
12. I am addicted to Cheese Curds.
13. Chris always remembered his lunch money and his permission slip in the morning when he went to work.
Minnesota
July 26 (Monday) – Left with difficult goodbyes at 10:45am. Bought some Cheese curds at a quicky mart in Wisconsin.
Wisconsin in all about cheese curds and indoor waterparks
July 26 – rush hour – Hit rush hour in chicago. Wasn’t really bad because we were on toll roads. Gave us a chance to take these bad cell phone pictures.
chicago rush hour 1chicago rush hour 2chicago rush hour 3
July 26 – Entering Indiana – Almost lost my temper at the “take ticket” toll booth. There was no ticket sticking out so i pressed the button to “get ticket”. Still no ticket. Pressed the button to get help. Got an actual recording thru the speaker on the ticket box that said,
“all operators are busy please stand by” with hold music. Sat there with traffic backing up behind me waiting on the operator to answer.
Finally she answered and I couldnt understand/hear her at all (I was at a toll booth and the speaker box was as small as my cell phone).
Finally I said, “I’m not from here, I dont know where I am and I’m trying to enter your stupid state of Indiana from Illinois and I cant get a damned ticket to come out of the stupid box!” She garbled something and the ticket came out. Finally, we were on our way again.
Stopped at a gas station in Indiana and stumbled over a toll booth ticket on the ground that was cheaper than ours. We took it and turned it in when we got to the other end of the toll road. It was accepted!! Correct me on the amount but I believe we saved 2 bucks… Denise? Comment? So Indiana paid me back 2 bucks for the hassle (and I kept the original Indiana toll ticket as a souvenir).
Indiana can suck it!
Around midnight in Ohio, we considered settling for a cheap hotel but I think in hindsight, we realized that Ohio along the toll road wasn’t really an appealing place to spend the night so we just muddled on in a screaming haze.
July 27 – The construction around Pittsburgh in Pennsylvania is horrific even at 2AM.
Pennsylvania can suck it as well!
July 27 – Took a crap in a rest stop in Maryland. Very regrettable.
July 27 – About 5am – Pulled into Elderssykesburgville Maryland. Immediately crashed in the new improved bed in the room where the former disfiguring “stapler” bed used to be. (The new bed was quite effective).
July 27 – about 11:30 am – woke up. Had coffee. Brente cleaned my car up. (That much travel in ANY car can ruin the interior).
July 27 – 1:30p – Headed back to rehoboth beach delaware.
July 27 – 4p – arrive in reho.
mileage estimates:
1230 miles to Minneapolis from Rehoboth Beach, DE.
I drove 1000 of it.
1280 miles to Rehoboth, DE from Minneapolis. (I think we took a wider different way around milwaukee on the way back…not really sure. Maybe it was highway dementia having an affect on my odometer).
IN CONCLUSION: All I can say is WOW and:
1. I never knew I could drive that far!
2. I never knew I had such a fun sister in law to travel with!
3. I never knew Minneapolis could be soooo cool.
4. I KNEW that Liz and Chris are awesome and we’d have a good time and we DEFINITELY DID!
