Better Off Dead Vs. The Lion In Winter

* = Hmmm, could I vote for this real 'Merican Hero? I think I could, but who, WHO would be manly enough to be his running mate? Could it be Bacon & Eggs?











“I’m so sick of tired.” Truer words were never misquoted by a 4 year old. I have been at my current place of employment for roughly 6 years or so. In that time I have slowly watched the love I have for this field and the people we serve wane under the grubby claws of greed, incompetence, and an utter lack of professionalism. I feel as if my personal integrity is being bled dry to fill the coffers of people I don’t like or respect. The thing is though in the current job market there are not a lot of options, especially since my wife and I want to procreate.

I think the other thing that is a killer is that I love my job, the actual job of it. I like teaching. I like learning. I like hopefully molding people to not only be better staff, but to be better people. I’m a big believer in that message, however the environment I have to complete this in is becoming untenable. Even the things I had enjoyed are turning to salt in my mouth. My goal is to stay focused until we get the whole baby-makin’ done. Once we are in a good fiscal position post child bearing, then I’m out of here post-haste.

The thing is this place has permeated me so much that it’s damaged the way I look at this industry as a whole. I’m starting to look at a lot of my previous places of employment in this industry and wondering if maybe they were no better, but instead were just sneakier about carrying it out. I miss working for Non-profit organizations where the mission is much more important than the moolah. Perhaps I just need to make sure that I only work for those organizations.






* = Ron Swanson Break.













Don’t get me wrong; I’m happy to have a job. I think that is one of my frustrations though, we employ a LOT of people who don’t treat it like a ‘Real’ job. The saddest part of this is it’s from the very top down. It’s an attitude that has permeates the entire company. It angers me beyond words.

Its not even like I’m the best person here. I’m not. I have an easy job; in fact I’ve streamlined it to make it even easier. I’ve now done it so long that I can do it with my eyes closed. I think that’s another reason it’s hard for me to want to change. Where else am I going to find a job that I can do so easily, that I’m good at, and that I enjoy? I think that makes me even more frustrated. There are folks here much smarter than me, much more talented, but they just don’t care. I’m not even sure they care about anything except getting that check every two weeks.

I want to be able to think that way, but for whatever reason I can’t seem to. If I did all these things wouldn’t make me feel like throwing an old lady into a pool of starved crocodiles. Yesterday it took every ounce of my self-control not to erupt into a profanity laced diatribe in the copy machine room out of pure frustration. I don’t like to feel that way, I don’t like the way it affects some of the relationships that I have, and I certainly don’t like that feeling of being on the verge of losing control.

In the end I think I have to rectify within myself that this is a short-term place. I went in wanting someplace to work for the remainder of my days, and instead just found another F’N job. Maybe that’s just modern ‘Merican reality, there aren’t careers for most of the Middle & Lower Class, just an aimless wondering through the desert of Jobs looking for that oasis of employment where your employer actually cares about anything more than their cut. I know it’s illogical and unrealistic to imagine anyone in a modern society being anything other than an egocentric cock monger, but what can I say I still believe in Santa Claus so maybe I’m just a dreamer.

RANDOM CRAP!

- ‘Meat Sauce Robot’ on the Powertrip Morning Show almost made me wreck my car this morning. I laughed so hard I cried. Then I got to work and did cry.
- It’s sad but I just want to go lay down.
- Last night we had a roast that we had made in the crock-pot over the span of two days it was amazing.

So good in fact that I eagerly look forward to another beef roast or a pork roast cooked the same way.












- Pickle Roll Ups await me in ‘The Cloud’ tomorrow knowing that makes today bearable.
- With all the shit talking the Giants have done, the New York media frenzy, bandwagon jumping Rubes like Paul Allen are annoying, and just the general obnoxiousness of New Yorkers has me REALLY hoping that they lose this Sunday. This is sad since when I was a kid they were my second favorite team.
- Jon Stewart had a Yale Business professor on the other night that had written an Op Ed piece in the Washington Post taking the stance of protecting and asking for the public to stop vilifying Investment Brokers. Within in three minutes of their interview Stewart has DESTROYED the man’s argument and made him basically backtrack on his own Op Ed article. This is thing that ‘They’ don’t get about ‘Us’. We know your screwing us. You can’t hide it any more. Now matter how you frame it, or try to build it into the language of lawyers or flood it with technicalities that only you ‘understand’ it’s still wrong. Sure you aren’t ‘breaking the law’, but you’ve bent it so severely that it doesn’t work. I think the other thing that’s sad, but telling is I have to go to an F’Ning comedian to get real news. I love very few things in life more than watching Jon Stewart interview people who obviously underestimate how smart, prepared, and talented he is. Between Mitch Daniels, this gentleman from Yale, or even the President they all go on the Daily Show and get ‘run’ because Stewart is prepared. He asks hard questions, he calls people on their bullshit, and he doesn’t let them spew talking points. It’s brilliant. And it’s sad that it’s the only place where this type of work takes place.
- I’m awaiting the Paizo Blog today just to see the new Rise Of The Runelords minis. How sad is that?
- Tonight I have to sneak a game of Battle For Middle Earth 2 in. Apparently we are soon going to have a battle between Dave, Steve, Terry, Jim, & myself. I know I’m not as good as the other gentlemen at this game, but I am very intrigued to see just how much better they are, since out of all the RTS games I have this one has the most forgiving ‘ebb & flow’. There hasn’t been a game yet where I haven’t had a bit of struggle against the computer, and then pulled it together enough to mash. It’ll be different when it’s human players making those adjustments. Well human and Steve.
- Miniature Market is having a hell of a sale right now on clearance items. The sad thing is I have NO money. Oh well.
- GAWDS Paul Allen we get it you slurp New York, always have & always will can you STOP shoving it down our throats it’s beyond irritating. If I had another alternative to listen to I’d turn to it in a heartbeat. It’s even worse when his stooge Paul Charchian is there to slurp as well.
- Ron Swanson had two of the FUNNIEST moments that I can remember in recent memory on television.

First was his introduction in the meeting at the beginning of the episode, and the second was his giddy love of riddles & puzzles. Oh Ron Swanson you make me smile.















And I’m done. At least I feel a tad bit better now.

“Another Prophet of Disaster
Who says the ship is lost,
Another Prophet of Disaster
Leaving you to count the cost.
Taunting us with Visions,
Afflicting us with fear,
Predicting War for millions,
In the hope that one appears.

No point asking when it is,
No point asking who's to go,
No point asking what's the game,
No point asking who's to blame,
'Cos if you're gonna die, if you're gonna die,
'Cos if you're gonna die, if you're gonna die,
If you're gonna die, if you're gonna die,
If you're gonna die, if you're gonna die,

If you're gonna die, die with your boots on,
If you're gonna try, well stick around,
Gonna cry, just move along,
If you're gonna die, you're gonna die.

13 the Beast is Rising,
The Frenchman did surmise,
Through earthquakes and starvation,
The Warlord will arise,
Terror, Death, Destruction,
Pour from the Eastern sands,
But the truth of all predictions,
Is always in your hands.

You're gonna die, die with your boots on,
If you're gonna try, well stick around,
Gonna cry, just move along,
If you're gonna die, you're gonna die.

They die with their boots on,
Yes they die.

The day, they die with their boots on
The day we die, we die, we die, we die, we die

No point asking when it is,
No point asking who's to go,
No point asking what's the game,
No point asking who's to blame,
'Cos if you're gonna die, if you're gonna die,
'Cos if you're gonna die, if you're gonna die,
If you're gonna die, if you're gonna die,
If you're gonna die, if you're gonna die,

If you're gonna die, die with your boots on,
If you're gonna try, well stick around,
Gonna cry, just move along,
If you're gonna die, you're gonna die.

Die!”





* = Halfling Dio, need I say more...