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Tuesday, October 19, 2004
The Latest In "Management Sucks My Ass"
In the most amazing idea since my last one, I've decided to start using a topic of an area of my mesaage board as a true complaining zone. What I've realized is that it's easy to lose oneself in my blog, trying to figure out what was read and what wasn't, especially with the current format. So, I'm going to split it up a bit, for fun and an opportunity to drive people from this blog to my board, in droves I tell you, DROVES!! :clap: My blog will see a lot of "normal" posting, while my more insane rants will end up there for everyone! http://forum.keithmeehan.com/index.php?showtopic=742&view=findpost&p=5676 GTA: San Andreas hits home next week. I'm afraid of the power this game will hold over me... I know I'll plug it right in the moment I recieve it and putting it down will be near impossible. And then a week later Smackdown! vs RAW, and a week after that HALO 2!! Friggin hell I need time! YESSIR! TIME I SAY!
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Sunday, October 17, 2004
The Latest In "What about this stuff?"
So over the last night, I finally got some thoughts hammered out. They aren't trying to hire a new auditor, instead fudging around until mid-November, when the new system is supposed to *finally* get installed. With that said, you'ld think that they'd want to give me a day off. the last 38 days haven't been a picnic, and I worry about my sharpness. Course, at this point I'm looking to take out Security Oates' record 92 day stretch... But, they're not in an extreme hurry. First we talked about a day this week, and now that's been tabled for NEXT week due to GTA: San Andreas, which one of my bosses is in wait for as well. Honestly, if it's only going to be a day, they can keep it. Me, I'm looking for cut down hours per at this point. If I can have a few days where I come in for say 1 a.m. (when Larry and/or Nicole are working) I'll be there for the bulk of the audit and all should be well. As of now, my suggestion has been ignored. Moving on though. Over the past say, month or so, the want of a newer vehicle has more and more taken over as a must. My truck is still rideable, I've seen way worse on Pimp My Ride, but the rust is gaining ground, the roof is still hollow and leaking, my brakes are shoddy, my drivers side window is just, uh, there, and worst of all, the radio doesn't work!! To make matters worse, every night on the way to work I pass multiple used vehicle dealers (4 or 5 of em). One I would never go to, as they sold Laurel a car which sucked. Another sold me my current truck, and though I was annoyed with the no A/C and the trans dying mere months down the line, it's held up mostly ok and I feel with a bit more care on my part I could still trust them. However, one place in particular catches my eye, as for the past few weeks they've had not one but two full size Broncos on their lot. I love my Bronco II. It will hold a special place forever. As a truck it's sized for me, yet it's tiny in the right ways that it fits everywhere with ease. Mostly I hate the fact that the back opens as a hatch, but oh well. For the longest time I wanted a pickup. Oh it's true. But the Bronco II got me over that and I want a full size Bronco. An Explorer is ok, however the Bronco is less SUV-y and more truck, uh, y. So yesterday I'm going through the last two or so weeks of my mail, sorting, ripping, and tossing. I find one of many Credit Card apps, this from Fleet (my bank recently taken over by Bank of America). I look at it, considering the possibility, and notice the send in date is the 18th. Ok, trash. Later I find the same thing, this one sent earlier and through BoA with Fleet on it too. I see they have online apps, so I say screw it. I fill out the info, setting a Balance Transfer from most hated of all card companies, Providian, for near my entire owed balance, just in case I get real lucky. I make up my yearly salary (basing it on my recent payraise) and send it off. Moments later my approval comes through, shockingly, for a $4600 limit BoA Platinum VISA. I figure I'll use the 0% APR to my advantage and chunk off the Transfered as best I can, then transfer more, and so on until May next year. Then I'm going to work, and I see the trucks again. The one is marked at $4750. Guess where this is going... My brain's now processing what it knows to be a stupid yet probably needed idea. Knock a bit more off the top of the crappy card. Get a new (not literally) vehicle, a more reliable vehicle that I can trust through the winter and will hopefully go a few years without needing any serious work. I stop by the dealer this morning on the way home. Their closed, which is fine as I just want to snoop. I check out the fancy grilled truck, a Bronco XLT. Looks to be in great condition, love the grill/bumper, no extra tire on the back, can't see much of the interior. Then I check the $4750 one. A 1994 V8 4WD Bronco, Eddie Bauer edition. Exterior looks wonderful, interior looks great too, got the spare, back opens like it should (window goes down then door drops like a pickup) and I'm all but sold. I checked Kelly's Blue Book online, and showed a $7000+ from a dealer and $5500 private. I'm hoping to see my CCard stuff go through and then really take a hard look at this truck by the 25th (next Insurance Payment). Oh, and David's going to Canada in three months for an undetermined amount of time. What the shit? Thursday, October 14, 2004
The Latest In "Getting the Fuck Out"
I know this is something new for most of my readers, but here it is, a second post in the same day! As I head to day 36 of work, fully expectant of my waiting paystub, I can't help but be stuck with a feeling of "I've been becoming stupid for near 7 years, and I need to get out!" I've lived in this hellish smelly dirty retard pool since early 98. These people do not understand the following... Locking doors. Cleaning. Real food. Common Sense. Respecting other peoples belongings. Anything that has to do with normality. Now, I've all but lost my common sense, my body occasionally has aversions to real food, as it gets it near never, I may have lost my ability to cook real food, as I never get to cook anymore. I am back to my teen years when it comes to needing my "area" to be clean; after all, if the rest of the house is shit and my area started off as shit, how much better can I hope to make it? I generally respect other peoples things, mostly due to growing past stealing, as well as wanting to keep my own stuff. However, the brother here respects shit, and is always taking my shit. When I find that he does, I usually get hit with a liberal amount serving of "he needed it" or "oh stop, I'll just buy you another one". Like this weekend I realized he took my razor. Now, I don't shave like crazy, and I COULD buy a new one, but there's a POINT that needs to be learned. So I tell the mother if he ever takes anything of mine again I swear I'll break his fucking hands. And, no one cares. And we come to the coup de gra. Spelling notwithstanding. Locking doors. Let me twirl this one round your skulls. I'm a somewhat normal person. As such, I was brought up to, well, lock the doors of the house I was in. Not 24/7, though it evolved to that moving in with dad at 13. But most of the time, especially when alone and tired. Don't want to fall asleep and all. So, that, like most of my regular world knowledge, moved in here with me. Course, these genius' were brought up NOT locking the door. EVER. And when I say ever, I mean friggin EVER. These dumb shits used to leave the house, and I mean ALL of em, and the door? Unlocked. Hell, at least 2 of the 4 were unlocked any given time. It blew my mind! But wait! It gets worse! I come in here and start *gasp* locking the door! NOOOOOOOOO!! And I get yelled at for it! I don't like shit being wide open, and I do something about it, and I suck! Fucking hell what is this madness? I mean, I live with a stealing jackass and 3 bitches, I have to hide things I own since I own the only good shit in this house (I kid you not. 99% of anything in this house that's worth something either belongs to me or I bought) because if I don't, when the tax men come to appraise her stuff for sale again, my shit will be put in with hers, and that's not fucking happening. God I hate these fucking losers. Time to start hitting up Larry for apartment info. Slainte. The Latest In "I Can't Take Much More of This!"
Day 35. I need off. My brain's frying right now, and it sucks. I need veg time man! The entire department (at this point) seems convinced the way to go is to get me an entire week off, then back to normal time. Of course, this comes from the same head that wants me to start on 3 day 2 night weeks. Which will NEVER happen again. I'm a sucker for punishment, sure, but there's no need for that shit and I refuse to do it. On a related note, one of the info tech people is on her way out, opening a spot that, although requiring a shift to the side, may still be a promotion, more money, except I'd be working in the PC field, which is what I wanted anyway. I'm attempting to dialouge with the head of Info Tech and see if he has any interest in me. She seems to know me and stated I'd probably do well (guess I hacked enough shit here in my time) so I wonder if he feels the same? And regardless of that, would I be able to move away from Accounting? I like some of these people, and they do a danged good job pretending to care about all this working I'm doing, I'd hate to cut and run. Course, so long as I'm staying within the company... Besides, I know full well I told both the heads of Accounting when I was hired that I was more into PC's, and I would be interested in moving up in Accounting simply to try new things. Weighing the options I'd take PC's over numbers anyday. The quest continues... I preordered Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas & Guide, cause I had to. David is already setting Xmas plans with me, which makes me think he already knows he'll be unavailable this weekend (fucker!). I'm also starting to set Thanksgiving with Mom, not that I want to perse, but I should. I've recently gotten into Farscape (yeah, I know it's been around for years, tough shit). The DVD's are WAY too expensive, so I'm going to do my best to torrent d-load. First I need to get a few more Series off my Hard Drive, namely Darkwing Duck, SpiderMan (90's), X-Men (90's) and X-Men Evolution, Batman TAS, plus Dilbert and Undergrads. That'll free up a nice chunk of room. DW, SM, and X-M will go first as I make sure I have the best versions for the others. Dilbert I know I have but it may go on a set with Undergrads, which I may be able to get better copies of. Slainte. Friday, October 08, 2004
The Latest In "I'm Never Getting Out of Here!"
God. Fucking. Dammit. I've hated my life for a good long time. There's like 4 or 5 things about my body I can't STAND, and combined I feel like it's God's way of saying "see? I can REALLY screw you over just enough that you aren't rock bottom in life, but you sure feel like it!". Then we add my vehicle issues. 3 in 6 years, each one just barely over the point of suckage. My Bronco II is sticking it out but it's only a matter of time, and I can never seem to get the money together for something decent when I need it. From there it's living conditions. Living in my ex-girlfriends mothers house with the mother, the ex, her bro, and for the past few years a cousin is bad enough. Add to that that the house is probably condemable by law, a bro who fucks with my stuff, and enough animals to make a zoo jealous, and I'm not a happy camper. All I want is a semi-decent apartment with all hardwood/tile/anything-that's-not-carpet flooring and a couple rooms, one main room that I can use for like everything and at least one room with a door that I can have all my good stuff in so the dog can't get to it, which would also have a day bed or futon so I could have a guest stay over. Then of course a semi-decent vehicle which will last for a good 4 years with minimal work. And a Harley. Cause I needs a Harley. And titty. The vehicle is first. Then, once I switch to days, if ever, it's the apartment. I may be able to get something in the area of work. I hear there are a number of Dolce employees in an apartment complex near here where the rent flexes for each person. If that's the case I may get real lucky. The reson for the rant? Today is day 29 of straight work. Now I had found out that as of the end of this month I'll be risking losing vacation time (I've accrued all but 4.5 hours of my allowed 100, and I've been accruing approx. 7 or 8 a month). So I need to use vacation hours or poof bye bye. Then of course the obvious, which is I've worked 29 straight friggin days. Without titty. Then I got PC problems out the ass. Ever since I first installed WinXP Service Pack 2, everything went to HELL. I uninstalled it, and stuff was better, then got worse. So David reinstalls it, and it got slightly better, and now it's worse yet! Then I add to it with the death of my keyboard, a Microsoft Natural that I haven't seen in the stores in years. And finally, BOTH my Ionic Breeze air filters bit the bucket, leaving me afraid to have David come over at all cause it might kill him! And the best reason. I walk into work tonight and (sorry David) find out the short foreign old fucker QUIT! 4 days of audit work was too much for him. He quit, fucking over the last 3 or 4 weeks that this company put into him. And he was the GUY. He was already an auditor, so he could handle the shift and deal with the job, and what's his reasoning? Too many numbers?!? FUCK!!! This promotion could mean I finally step somewhere out of the last 7 years of crap, and instead of finally getting it, God's out there laughing at FUCKING ME OVER AGAIN. My bodies shit, my first gf dumped me for a gay loser that's the worst bf I've ever seen, my second gf is disease ridden, which I find out the morning AFTER she tried to get me to fuck her, my truck is falling apart, my dog pisses on everything, and I live in a shithole where my TV is worth more than the house! And on top of this, I'm stuck in the job I've done for years, with a promotion inches away and just out of reach. Fuck. Thursday, October 07, 2004
The Latest In "I'm STILL a day off-aholic"
Yes yes, it's happening AGAIN!! Ahem. My name is Keith. "Hi Keith." I'm a recovering day off-aholic. I'm currently finishing 28 days straight of work. And I've been miscounting, telling most people this was 27. Blech. And I plan to go at LEAST 10 more, probably more like 14. (Yes, I said that last time. Aint life grand?) *clapclapclapclap* FUCK YOU!! God damn just one day! That's all! Two days and a pair of titty. All I really want ya know? Sure sure I got David time again, but it's not the same starting at 7:45 a.m., taking an hour off in the middle, and ending at 4 p.m. so I can sleep for work as an all day leave at 3 a.m. gamers fest where I can keep relaxing OR sleep afterwards with nothing else to do. I want my shitty life back. Hellishly shitty life aint workin for me. |
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