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Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Crazy People...
The world is full of crazy people, point and case:
One of my 'co-workers,' I tend not to call her a co-worker as she doesn't do any work as far as anyone can tell just shuffle things back together (the same things she has done for years, every year) at the last minute, responded to an email that I had sent saying that she had resolved an issue.
I then emailed her back and pointed out that she had resolved a symptom of an issue not the issue itself and that her email was misleading.
She then proceded to complain to my boss that she had taken offense to my email. My boss then told me that I should be "softer" in how I write my emails.
Lets face it people, the US has become a country where you have to tip toe around people's feelings and emotions and this and that because everyone is so sensitve.
I'd like to write this as my response to people who feel that their emotional stability is determined by emails they receive at work:
Dear feeble attempt at a human,
When Charles Darwin wrote that only the strong survive he was pointing out that your sad little emotions that allow you to be upset because someone called you out for overstepping your boundries mean that you should go home and shove your head and a toaster into a full sink of water.
The planet is over populated and we really don't need you here taking up the usable air that remains. The trees do not need to genereate oxygen for you, it really is a waste of their time and I care more about their needs than your fragile emotional issues.
So, my fellow Americans (and anyone else that falls in this catagory) why don't you place an order on the Internet for a pair of balls and stop acting like the world gives a shit about you because it doesn't. We don't care about your feelings, we don't care about the weather where you are, and we don't care about what you did over the weekend.
Sit down, shut up, do your job or get the hell of the damd planet.
Your humble servent,
The last US citizen not on a mood altering drug.
The world is full of crazy people, point and case:
One of my 'co-workers,' I tend not to call her a co-worker as she doesn't do any work as far as anyone can tell just shuffle things back together (the same things she has done for years, every year) at the last minute, responded to an email that I had sent saying that she had resolved an issue.
I then emailed her back and pointed out that she had resolved a symptom of an issue not the issue itself and that her email was misleading.
She then proceded to complain to my boss that she had taken offense to my email. My boss then told me that I should be "softer" in how I write my emails.
Lets face it people, the US has become a country where you have to tip toe around people's feelings and emotions and this and that because everyone is so sensitve.
I'd like to write this as my response to people who feel that their emotional stability is determined by emails they receive at work:
Dear feeble attempt at a human,
When Charles Darwin wrote that only the strong survive he was pointing out that your sad little emotions that allow you to be upset because someone called you out for overstepping your boundries mean that you should go home and shove your head and a toaster into a full sink of water.
The planet is over populated and we really don't need you here taking up the usable air that remains. The trees do not need to genereate oxygen for you, it really is a waste of their time and I care more about their needs than your fragile emotional issues.
So, my fellow Americans (and anyone else that falls in this catagory) why don't you place an order on the Internet for a pair of balls and stop acting like the world gives a shit about you because it doesn't. We don't care about your feelings, we don't care about the weather where you are, and we don't care about what you did over the weekend.
Sit down, shut up, do your job or get the hell of the damd planet.
Your humble servent,
The last US citizen not on a mood altering drug.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Restless Legs Syndrome (RLS)
Lets face it, now a days we have a syndrome for everything! Back in the 1800s there was no ADD, there was no RLS. Why? Because people didn't sit on their assess for 16 hours a day and sleep the other 8.
Come on... there is a FOUNDATION for RLS?!?!? You can see it at: http://www.rls.org/ when will doctors come out and just say "GET OFF YOUR LAZY ASS YOUR FAT BASTARD!"?
Kids are overweight, parents are out of shape (not that I can say I am any better on this one) and the average US citizen believed George Bush was the best man for the job...
Come on people!!!!
Lets face it, now a days we have a syndrome for everything! Back in the 1800s there was no ADD, there was no RLS. Why? Because people didn't sit on their assess for 16 hours a day and sleep the other 8.
Come on... there is a FOUNDATION for RLS?!?!? You can see it at: http://www.rls.org/ when will doctors come out and just say "GET OFF YOUR LAZY ASS YOUR FAT BASTARD!"?
Kids are overweight, parents are out of shape (not that I can say I am any better on this one) and the average US citizen believed George Bush was the best man for the job...
Come on people!!!!
Monday, January 08, 2007
Proof there is a God!
Over the weekend we went to a birthday party where there were about eight or nine kids (maybe). Most of them were related but there were a few kids from the celebrant's school.
One of the mystery children was playing at the train table and Nora was trying to do the same. The little boy did not want her to be there so he pushed her, that didn’t do anything other than move her, so he moved towards here and kept pushing her down the table. When they ran out of table space he shoved her against the couch and she fell. Looking up at the little boy and me I started to move over there but she did not cry so I left it at that.
That is when the little boy who shoved her started to cry. He was so upset that she wanted to play at the train table (which of course wasn’t his and was big enough for all of the kids to play at) that he started to cry and his mother comes running over.
She starts to tell the boy that Nora is a baby and that he has to be careful. At this point I am starting to get a little mad and I really wanted to say, “The only baby I see here is the one that is crying because someone else wanted to play with the trains.” But knowing the horror that probably would have unleashed I let it go and in the end I am glad I did.
Why am I glad… because revenge is a dish best served cold…
While leaving the house with his mother, the little boy did a face plant off of the step right in front of me. I had been waiting for them to come down the stairs so I could go back in. His mother bent over to comfort him, I walked past them both with a HUGE smile on my face.
Vengeance is even better when it is just bad footing that brings it about.
Over the weekend we went to a birthday party where there were about eight or nine kids (maybe). Most of them were related but there were a few kids from the celebrant's school.
One of the mystery children was playing at the train table and Nora was trying to do the same. The little boy did not want her to be there so he pushed her, that didn’t do anything other than move her, so he moved towards here and kept pushing her down the table. When they ran out of table space he shoved her against the couch and she fell. Looking up at the little boy and me I started to move over there but she did not cry so I left it at that.
That is when the little boy who shoved her started to cry. He was so upset that she wanted to play at the train table (which of course wasn’t his and was big enough for all of the kids to play at) that he started to cry and his mother comes running over.
She starts to tell the boy that Nora is a baby and that he has to be careful. At this point I am starting to get a little mad and I really wanted to say, “The only baby I see here is the one that is crying because someone else wanted to play with the trains.” But knowing the horror that probably would have unleashed I let it go and in the end I am glad I did.
Why am I glad… because revenge is a dish best served cold…
While leaving the house with his mother, the little boy did a face plant off of the step right in front of me. I had been waiting for them to come down the stairs so I could go back in. His mother bent over to comfort him, I walked past them both with a HUGE smile on my face.
Vengeance is even better when it is just bad footing that brings it about.
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
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