Daily Harangue

Had a Bad Monday...

noreply@blogger.com (Bee Gee) — Tue, 27 Oct 2009 13:10:00 +0000

From Mike -

Today was probably the worst Monday I have ever suffered through in my tenure of stumbling across the face of this rock! My day sucked from the opening of my eyes this morning, and it didn't get any better until I got to school this evening. (And I was late, due to the rain and the indescribably heavy traffic.) This day was messed up until it was over!

Now, I got to work this morning at the auto parts store, and upon walking through the doors, I was immediately hit with 20 questions about some tires I had ordered, or allegedly ordered for a customer on Saturday. No problem! I'll just go to my book, the book I write every order into so that I can keep track of things!

Ha!

Well, it seems as though Saturday's page had been ripped out of my notebook, it simply was not there! I assume it was thrown away.

I also have a pretty good idea of who is doing this to me, a co-worker who does not like me very much...

He is the same guy who told our bookkeeper that I was off into accounts receivable, when I never was, but I sure as hell got admonished for that! Hmmm...

Our bookkeeper would not identify my accuser to me, which really pissed me off, but I know who the cat is.

That was the first big screw-up of the day!

Along about 11:00 this morning, I got a call from the kitchen manager at my other job saying that she had a complaint from one of her cooks, that I was rude to her Saturday night. WTF?

I firmly explained to her that I am not normally rude to anyone, particularly ladies. She would not give me any type of detail into the egregious offense!

So now, I have an open-ended complaint against my sorry ass, by some chick who will not even confront me on the issue. Great!

I'll bet you we get it hashed out tomorrow night, because I will see her then! She wants to throw stones, let's just see who is left standing!

I've about had my fill of working with some women, and woman-like, nutless dudes who try to step on me for what they perceive as their own getting ahead! I don't need this, I work for minimum wage! You gotta be bullshitting me!

But, the point of my letter is that throughout all my personal sufferings, I observed that every person around me was having the same bad day!

How was your day, today?

Check it out! My boss was absolutely over-run by his customers today. He couldn't answer the phone fast enough, everybody wanted to talk to him.

One of our office workers, who occasionally makes deliveries, wound up at the wrong dealership, and she got an ass-chewing for that! I felt so sorry for her!

Two of my fellow countermen could just not seem to get it right, and there was much conflict and bitching and in-fighting today!

And then, I almost wrecked my truck, and then I had to suffer the waiting in line to get through traffic...yadayadayada!

But, one thing I have noticed, is that when I am having a bad day, all I have to do is look around me, and I can see that everyone else is having the same bad day!

Have y'all ever noticed that? Please confirm or challenge my observation. Thank you!

Favorite Athlete

noreply@blogger.com (Bee Gee) — Sat, 19 Sep 2009 19:49:00 +0000

Any sports fans out there? Who is your all-time favorite athlete? I have been fortunate to witness some greats, from Michael Jordan to Walter Payton, Ryne Sandberg to Bobby Hull, Ernie Banks to Dick Butkus.

Despite all those great players, I am going to select what might be considered a surprising choice -- Carlton Fisk. He might not have had his very finest years in Chicago, but he did play more seasons with the White Sox than with the Red ones. And he was pretty darn good. You could always count on Pudge to show up, mentally and physically ready to play. He played well into his 40s, which for a catcher, is incredible. He set many baseball records, was a leader, and had a true respect for the institution of baseball.

I remember years ago when the White Sox were playing the New York Yankees, and a very young and cocky Deion Sanders was loafing to first base. Yes, "Prime Time" played for the Yanks, but Fisk didn't care. He gave Deion an earful that day about his lack of respect for the game. Perhaps it wasn't Fisk's place to spout off, but that episode exemplified his spirit and character. Too bad Carlton never won a World Series.

Who is your favorite?

Where Have All the Flowers Gone?

noreply@blogger.com (Bee Gee) — Thu, 17 Sep 2009 17:32:00 +0000

With the unfortunate news of the death of Mary Travers, of Peter, Paul, and Mary fame, I can't help but be reminded of the Pete Seeger song that the folk trio helped to popularize. Where Have All the Flowers Gone may have centered on the desire for peace and the working out of differences some forty plus years ago, but it might as well have been written about today's volatile climate.

With a few revisions, and perhaps a new title - Where Have All the Moderates Gone? - the song could focus on the intense polarization of the country. Extremes seem to abound, with scant room left for more independent voices to be heard. Vitriol has replaced rationality, and cult infatuation has supplanted critical analysis. By no means is this polarization new, but it seems to have hit a new high in recent months.

Perhaps we can all put down the hatchets for a few moments and start tending to the garden a little more.

Jim Rome, anyone?

noreply@blogger.com (Bee Gee) — Thu, 17 Sep 2009 06:03:00 +0000

Mike writes:

There is indeed a "Jeff in Richmond", and he checks in a couple of times a year. You know, the clones are so vicious, they are still barbecueing him over his original bone-headed statement that he made, like 7 years ago! Ha! That's why they call it "The Jungle", baby! Clones never forget anything!

I don't know who won the smack-off this year, but all one has to do is go to youtube, enter smack-off 2009, and find out! You can also hear the best takes of the best callers, and I'll probably jump on there tonight!

My favorite caller, Terrance from Sierra Madre: "Hey, Mr. J-Stew,
You got moles on your dome, dude!
Ha-ha-ha-ha!
You always say that!"

These lyrics are immortalized in a song by a Houston band, 3-Day Weekend, in the song "Mr. Automatic", a tribute to Jason Stewart, the call-screener of the Jim Rome Show. The call-screener is immortalized in song! Ha!

It's just a part of what makes the JRS so much fun!

Welcome!

noreply@blogger.com (Bee Gee) — Thu, 17 Sep 2009 05:26:00 +0000

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