If you think life is crazy, you oughta try being a Mexican in Roanoke, VA. This is Southwest VA - Enchilada Style!

Friday, December 23, 2005

Bush Blames Self

I didn't get to hear the President's speech this past weekend, but from what the news is trumpeting in every form of media known to man, he's taking blame for taking us into war under false, misleading, or incorrect information. Maybe it's just me (what are the odds?) but it would seem regardless of our reasons, an act of war was preferrable than any of the alternatives back then.
All conspiracy theories aside, where would we be now if we hadn't gone to war? Where would we be now if we hadn't accomplished all the things we've accomplished by going to war? Would our country be better off if we had no troops in Iraq? Would our country be safer? Would we be mouring another 9-11? No one really knows. But one thing everyone knows but will rarely admit, is any of the possibilities would be significantly worse than the scenarios we're faced with today.
So blame yourself, Pres. Bush. Pound your chest, holler "Mea Culpa" and nail yourself to as many crosses as you want. The fact is, right now we're fighting a war that's got an ocean or two between us and them. Let's keep it that way.

Thursday, December 22, 2005

One-Man Drama at Council Meetings

News from The Roanoke Times -Panel OKs rezoning for school stadiums: "The only tense moment occurred when city police nearly removed the same man who was carried bodily from a November council meeting.

Scholz called police to the front of the chamber after frequent city council critic Duane Howard refused to heed Scholz's admonition to stick to land use issues. Howard continued to complain about the commissioners' monthly pay of $100 each and that City Councilman Bev Fitzpatrick's son works in the city planning department, but Scholz let him finish.

Others stuck to the topic."

4 out of 5 children desperate for attention surveyed admitted the best way to get their names in the paper is to throw a dramatic hissyfit in plain view of television and newspaper cameras.

Why is this guy so desperate for attention he has to make an ass of himself to get his point across? Is this the ONLY way to make your point? If he has some legitimate points and valid observations, they all come across as stupid and foolish when brought to light by his senior citizen temper tantrums and drama queen solos. I wasn't sure how to spell his name until I read it in the paper, but after these little stunts, it might have to be changed to "D-whine Howard." Sheez!

Lose the drama, Howard, you look like a smart guy, and you'd think you could find better ways of communicating your views. But if you're intent on the theatrics, I hear the National Enquirer is hiring.

Thursday, December 15, 2005

Hurry To Work So We Can Send You Home

Many of you are fortunate to work for someone independent enough to afford common sense without fear of retribution by the higher workplace powers that be. In other words, you work for people who care more about you, and not more about what their bosses will think of them for making a decision on their own.

Case in point:

I woke up at 430 am today, as usual, and I wondered what the drive in to work would be like. As I sat to eat my oatmeal, I could hear the icy rain hitting the window. I called our pre-recorded work "weather line" only to hear we were still scheduled to open at regular time. Bummer. My thirty-five minute drive to work would be interesting, to say the least.

As I got ready to leave, I called the weather line again, but this time, they'd updated the recording to state we were still opening at regular time, but "we" would keep monitoring the weather and issue an early closing if conditions warranted such a measure. They should've just saved all the wording and simplified the recording to say "Come on in, hang out for an hour or two, and we'll let you go when we're sure the roads are too dangerous for anyone to drive on."

Management mentality strikes again. You'd think for all those years of college, and all those butt-kissing years of managerial experience, they'd have grown a pair by now. Go figure.

Well, I took the proletariat initiative and decided to stay home rather than risk wrecking my vehicle on the way back home. The roads here are already slushed over, and I just couldn't bring myself to drive half an hour to wait for someone else to make up their politically correct mind about my safety. If I get any crap about staying home, I have a feeling I won't be the only one filing appeals about any reprimands.

Did anyone else out there go through the same thing? I'd love to read your comments. I'm guessing most everyone reading this had bosses who cared more for their workers than for what their own bosses thought about them.

So is anyone hiring a bilingual, computer-savvy, fed-up-with-big-management 36 y/o guy? Lemme know.