Thursday, May 05, 2005
5-5-5
Mo has a great blog and I also love that he drops comments on mine.
His last one asked what the big deal with the date 5-5-5 is?
Well, only 12 times a century will it happen where the day, month, and year are all the same number.
12 times in a 100 years, I think that is fairly significant, but at the same time, completely without meaning.
Until 6-6-6.
His last one asked what the big deal with the date 5-5-5 is?
Well, only 12 times a century will it happen where the day, month, and year are all the same number.
12 times in a 100 years, I think that is fairly significant, but at the same time, completely without meaning.
Until 6-6-6.
Cold Sweats... Shaking...
I need a drink.
We all need a drink.
A stiff one. A cold one.
And then a few more after that one.
I need to get some shit done tonight so I can go out tonight.
It's 5-5-5 today, which I think is more notable than it being Cinco de Mayo.
For people in Wisconsin, Cinco de Mayo is as arbitrary a holiday as Boxing Day or Flag Day. It's just an excuse to drink - which is great, but why not have Seis de Mayo and Siete de Mayo? If we say every date in Spanish, do we just get an excuse to uber-trashed everyday?
Fuck it, Dude, let's go bowling.
Like Jim Rome, I am out.
I fuckin' hate Rome.
Until The Next.
We all need a drink.
A stiff one. A cold one.
And then a few more after that one.
I need to get some shit done tonight so I can go out tonight.
It's 5-5-5 today, which I think is more notable than it being Cinco de Mayo.
For people in Wisconsin, Cinco de Mayo is as arbitrary a holiday as Boxing Day or Flag Day. It's just an excuse to drink - which is great, but why not have Seis de Mayo and Siete de Mayo? If we say every date in Spanish, do we just get an excuse to uber-trashed everyday?
Fuck it, Dude, let's go bowling.
Like Jim Rome, I am out.
I fuckin' hate Rome.
Until The Next.
Crude
I'm a pretty patient guy. I think we can all agree on that, except when it comes to the government and sports commentators. My tolerance for people is quite large, I can handle most people in most situations - even find the bright spot in someone when others are ready to kill them.
But tonight I almost lost it. When I'm running a shift at work, I don't mind helping people out with their tasks, or picking some extra slack where I need to; it's all just part of the job. I don't even mind doing someone's work when they are having a smoke break or talking to a friend who came into the store. But when I have to do the work of 2-3 people who are in the back talking to each other, or holding the counter up together (That means leaning on it) while they watch me scramble around and fill orders like mad, I start to get pissed.
I was doing the work of about 2.5 people today for awhile and I managed to keep my cool and delegate small responsibilities that take little time to people who couldn't seem to handle anything else. Then I just made sure I stayed out of their way while I flew through everything, making pizzas, answering the phones, pulling stuff out of the oven, and helping customers - all at the same time, while keeping it all straight. Normally those tasks go out one to each worker, but not always.
When you work with lazy people who don't understand that a pizza place is dependent on customers and customers expect a certain level of service and sometimes there is a sense of urgency in the kitchen that, yeah, we need to get some shit done in a hurry, everybody pitch in, you're gonna get pissed. I did a good job of holding back tonight though, I never got so swamped with business that I had to ask them to do more, if we would have, their asses would have been hearing from me.
Even people who aren't lazy, but just don't understand that you have to pick up the pace in some circumstances really piss me off. Actually, they piss me off more. And the guy who only talks about how he can't wait to go home and get high. Fuck you, Dude, do your damn job then. We didn't have any guys like that in tonight, but it's happened. Fuckin' get a clue you pieces of shit.
I hate starting a guy on making something like a calzone, and then I go make three pizzas and come back and he is still dicking around with the fucking calzone.
I need a raise.
I got a few comments on my last entry via AIM. People informed me that they wear their bracelets in memory of someone. In my post I was mostly talking about the people selling the bracelets saying they are "raising awareness" and the people who wear the bracelets "to raise awareness." To wear them in memory of someone falls into another category.
And this is were I get myself labled an insensitive asshole, but if you think about what you're about to read, I make sense, even though it is probably going to sound quite crude. And I don't want anyone who wrote me to take this personally, I'm not cutting you down, you do what you feel works best for you and your needs. I'm looking at this from a perspective where I analyze definitions, intentions, and logic - factoring in your own emotions and sentiments doesn't enter my mind set.
And don't think that if I see you walking around with a bracelet on that I'm going to automatically mentally chastise you.
But...
If your bracelet falls off are you going to forget them?
The phrase "in memory of" -- I can't light a candle in memory of someone. You can't either. We have all these little traditions and ceremonies in which we participate that allow us to ease into accepting an emotion and preparing to handle its progression. We light candles, wear bracelets, tie ribbons on trees, put magnets on our cars, and wear buttons - just to name a few things.
Are any of those things better than taking 15 minutes out of your day to sit down, close your eyes and think about the person to whom you are paying tribute with your inanimate object? But sometimes we need triggers to set those thoughts in motion, like an anesthetic that allows an operation to occur. You need a numbing device to help you through the pain. Is that also true for some of the things people do? Is lighting a candle like injecting novacaine? Does lighting a candle or wearing a bracelet enable us to ease into painful thoughts and memories? Are some people not able to take the pain with no numbing device involved?
Just some thoughts.
And of course, wearing a bracelet in memory of someone could be just as simple as it sounds.
But I can't let anything slide under my radar that easily.
I should have been born 2000 years ago so I could have made up my own religion that would now dominate the world. My how things would be different. The world would probably be even more overpopulated by now 'cause I wouldn't have had cause to obliterate so many "in the name of God" in the crusades, but hey, we all fuck up here and there.
I also should be a Supreme Court Justice, the President, and the commissioner of Major League Baseball.
Assumptive comment of the day: "Funny…. I guess you never know the impression you leave on people sometimes."
Alright, it's 5:00 am, I need a post-work shower. Good night. Good morning. They're all the same.
Note the addition of the link to Bula's blog on the right side of this thing.
Until The Next.
But tonight I almost lost it. When I'm running a shift at work, I don't mind helping people out with their tasks, or picking some extra slack where I need to; it's all just part of the job. I don't even mind doing someone's work when they are having a smoke break or talking to a friend who came into the store. But when I have to do the work of 2-3 people who are in the back talking to each other, or holding the counter up together (That means leaning on it) while they watch me scramble around and fill orders like mad, I start to get pissed.
I was doing the work of about 2.5 people today for awhile and I managed to keep my cool and delegate small responsibilities that take little time to people who couldn't seem to handle anything else. Then I just made sure I stayed out of their way while I flew through everything, making pizzas, answering the phones, pulling stuff out of the oven, and helping customers - all at the same time, while keeping it all straight. Normally those tasks go out one to each worker, but not always.
When you work with lazy people who don't understand that a pizza place is dependent on customers and customers expect a certain level of service and sometimes there is a sense of urgency in the kitchen that, yeah, we need to get some shit done in a hurry, everybody pitch in, you're gonna get pissed. I did a good job of holding back tonight though, I never got so swamped with business that I had to ask them to do more, if we would have, their asses would have been hearing from me.
Even people who aren't lazy, but just don't understand that you have to pick up the pace in some circumstances really piss me off. Actually, they piss me off more. And the guy who only talks about how he can't wait to go home and get high. Fuck you, Dude, do your damn job then. We didn't have any guys like that in tonight, but it's happened. Fuckin' get a clue you pieces of shit.
I hate starting a guy on making something like a calzone, and then I go make three pizzas and come back and he is still dicking around with the fucking calzone.
I need a raise.
I got a few comments on my last entry via AIM. People informed me that they wear their bracelets in memory of someone. In my post I was mostly talking about the people selling the bracelets saying they are "raising awareness" and the people who wear the bracelets "to raise awareness." To wear them in memory of someone falls into another category.
And this is were I get myself labled an insensitive asshole, but if you think about what you're about to read, I make sense, even though it is probably going to sound quite crude. And I don't want anyone who wrote me to take this personally, I'm not cutting you down, you do what you feel works best for you and your needs. I'm looking at this from a perspective where I analyze definitions, intentions, and logic - factoring in your own emotions and sentiments doesn't enter my mind set.
And don't think that if I see you walking around with a bracelet on that I'm going to automatically mentally chastise you.
But...
If your bracelet falls off are you going to forget them?
The phrase "in memory of" -- I can't light a candle in memory of someone. You can't either. We have all these little traditions and ceremonies in which we participate that allow us to ease into accepting an emotion and preparing to handle its progression. We light candles, wear bracelets, tie ribbons on trees, put magnets on our cars, and wear buttons - just to name a few things.
Are any of those things better than taking 15 minutes out of your day to sit down, close your eyes and think about the person to whom you are paying tribute with your inanimate object? But sometimes we need triggers to set those thoughts in motion, like an anesthetic that allows an operation to occur. You need a numbing device to help you through the pain. Is that also true for some of the things people do? Is lighting a candle like injecting novacaine? Does lighting a candle or wearing a bracelet enable us to ease into painful thoughts and memories? Are some people not able to take the pain with no numbing device involved?
Just some thoughts.
And of course, wearing a bracelet in memory of someone could be just as simple as it sounds.
But I can't let anything slide under my radar that easily.
I should have been born 2000 years ago so I could have made up my own religion that would now dominate the world. My how things would be different. The world would probably be even more overpopulated by now 'cause I wouldn't have had cause to obliterate so many "in the name of God" in the crusades, but hey, we all fuck up here and there.
I also should be a Supreme Court Justice, the President, and the commissioner of Major League Baseball.
Assumptive comment of the day: "Funny…. I guess you never know the impression you leave on people sometimes."
Alright, it's 5:00 am, I need a post-work shower. Good night. Good morning. They're all the same.
Note the addition of the link to Bula's blog on the right side of this thing.
Until The Next.
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
Bracelet Shmacelet
Do you ever think about the charitable phrase "...to raise awareness of..." like in the context, "I'm wearing this black bracelet to raise awareness of left handed people who drink too heavily and make pizzas at their part time job."
What does that really mean? What are they really trying to do? I applaud people's intent and efforts but they are really futile.
How is a person wearing a certain color bracelet going to help me be more aware of some terminal disease?
And what is awareness? And how does people being aware aid those that the cause is supposed to be aiding?
I suppose that the more people who are aware, the more people who will help out. But why not focus the energy of creating awareness on creating help, recruiting volunteers and donations?
I was aware of breast cancer, sexual assault, and gay rights long before the bracelets showed up. And now that they have, nothing as changed for me. Yep, I still know they exist, thanks for pointing that out. Good work, noble member of society. Do the bracelets do anything to change much for anyone? Nope.
Here is what "creating awareness" does: It makes those wearing the bracelets feel good about themselves. It allows them to feel like they are making a difference by doing very, very little work, putting forth very little effort, and donating very little money. The only good thing these bracelets do is raise a little money for the causes. The people wearing them really aren't doing shit.
Sorry all you wannabe do-gooders. Do better next time. Stop kidding yourselves.
Until You Do.
What does that really mean? What are they really trying to do? I applaud people's intent and efforts but they are really futile.
How is a person wearing a certain color bracelet going to help me be more aware of some terminal disease?
And what is awareness? And how does people being aware aid those that the cause is supposed to be aiding?
I suppose that the more people who are aware, the more people who will help out. But why not focus the energy of creating awareness on creating help, recruiting volunteers and donations?
I was aware of breast cancer, sexual assault, and gay rights long before the bracelets showed up. And now that they have, nothing as changed for me. Yep, I still know they exist, thanks for pointing that out. Good work, noble member of society. Do the bracelets do anything to change much for anyone? Nope.
Here is what "creating awareness" does: It makes those wearing the bracelets feel good about themselves. It allows them to feel like they are making a difference by doing very, very little work, putting forth very little effort, and donating very little money. The only good thing these bracelets do is raise a little money for the causes. The people wearing them really aren't doing shit.
Sorry all you wannabe do-gooders. Do better next time. Stop kidding yourselves.
Until You Do.
Picture Day!
Alright, fuck it, no more rants. Picture Day!
If you too would like to be featured on a future Picture Day, please come to the 213 and be too drunk for anyone's good. Or, just pop in and say you want your picture on Deets' Blog and we'll see what we can do.
If you too would like to be featured on a future Picture Day, please come to the 213 and be too drunk for anyone's good. Or, just pop in and say you want your picture on Deets' Blog and we'll see what we can do.
Happy 21st, Sara! Starting to get a little drunk here, I would say.
Am I the luckiest guy in the world having these two beautiful ladies as two of my greatest friends? I just might be.
I confess to buying Sara her last shot of the night, The Three Wisemen. This is where they took her.
In the back of Jesse's car on the ride home. Isn't she doing well?
This is C-Bass's cousin, Bryce, who is passed out with his eyes partially open. Kind of scary. And the lovely lady posing with him is Bethel's special lady friend, Dana.
For Christ's Sake!
Yes. I claim victory! Over what you ask? Over my own inner-demons, that is at least the ones that were tormenting me by keeping the elusive title of song away from me. For weeks I have been trying to figure out which Millencolin song had the lyric "gonna beat you at soccer." And now I have it, my mind is at ease. That song's title is "Black Gold" off the For Monkeys album.
I'm going to hate on some stuff now:
Nothing makes my blood curdle, my muscles tense up, my stomach turn like this fuckin' bullshit. When is our society, our government, going to move beyond this? It is beyond logical thinking, beyond common sense, beyond reason to try to figure out how people think that a public institution of education can want to teach something completely without fact over something with factual, scientific evidence! The religious right in this country are seriously fucking shit up and setting this country back fifty years. Do they have copies of the constitution in the red states, or did they get replaced by the ten commandments that some dude with a staff supposedly found chiseled into rock by a supernatural being? I'm going to lease a fleet of steamrollers and roll through the south and west hunting down religious right fanatics who want to pull this shit. I'm hiring drivers now. Who wants to join me this summer? There will be no pay, but the job perks are great.
Unbelievable. Unfathomable. Really. I'm going to take a break and cool off.
Until I Get Back.
I'm going to hate on some stuff now:
Nothing makes my blood curdle, my muscles tense up, my stomach turn like this fuckin' bullshit. When is our society, our government, going to move beyond this? It is beyond logical thinking, beyond common sense, beyond reason to try to figure out how people think that a public institution of education can want to teach something completely without fact over something with factual, scientific evidence! The religious right in this country are seriously fucking shit up and setting this country back fifty years. Do they have copies of the constitution in the red states, or did they get replaced by the ten commandments that some dude with a staff supposedly found chiseled into rock by a supernatural being? I'm going to lease a fleet of steamrollers and roll through the south and west hunting down religious right fanatics who want to pull this shit. I'm hiring drivers now. Who wants to join me this summer? There will be no pay, but the job perks are great.
Unbelievable. Unfathomable. Really. I'm going to take a break and cool off.
Until I Get Back.
