Cognitive Dissonant

or Rage, Rage! <snifle>

I am immeasurably angry at the moment.

Forget all the gadgets, forget all the tools, and DVDs. The only thing I want for Christmas is another job.  $40k a year is all I ask.

My DM made extraordinarily angry and, of course, I started crying.

El Paso, pointless.

A month and a half at Fat Boy Eddie’s store, including overnights and shifts beginning after 2 hours sleep? Counter productive. The sweaty son of a bitch has a knife permanently wedged between my shoulder blades.

My Sm is no fucking help.

I “meet expectations.”

Fucking hell…

I love the 80’s

1985 Berry Gordy’s “The last Dragon”

“Bruce” Leroy Green must find the Master who can teach him the final level of martial arts and face off against his nemesis, the Shogun of Harlem, while protecting his new love, a VJ named Laura Charles, played by the one and only Vanity, from a psychotic entertainment producer named Eddie Arcadian.

Yeah, I feel a little better.

That’s it.  I am going to become a hermit.

There’s no amount of money enough for this crap.

Hhm.. I’ll have to give up my ‘net connection.  That’s OK, there’s always a Starbucks with one block.

Betty isn’t paid off yet… wonder how hard they’ll look for it.  I could always paint it.  ‘t would be a shame to cover up that beautiful sonic blue though.

Need a place to keep my art-making stuff, need a place to work too.

I would probably be the only hermit with a tempurpedic mattress too. What can I say I love that thing.

Alright so maybe I’m not ready for the ascetic life-style.

I’m sure I’ve commented before on the striking similarity between corporate life and the way we imagine Japanese businesses to be.

I am used to hard work and intelligence being enough.

To be fair, I guess it is enough to get me this far. With my current District Manager and Store Manager, however…  Not to mention that the rest of the district is filled with apple polishers, slackers and lying-sacks-of-…. anyway.

I am simple guy, well sort of.  I don’t have any patience or time for lies.

They want me to be plucky.

I haven’t bonused in 9 months!

And it is such a @#$%^& simple job!  A computer literate, trained chimp could do what I do, and with better hair!

If I was making life or death decisions, I’d understand.

If I was curing Aids or Cancer, I would appreciate the stress.

I sell shoes for crying out loud!

My decisions only make a difference to some very bored people who sit in nice comfortable chairs, probably Aeron damn it, in an air-conditioned office in Columbus OH.

[sigh]

at least they upgraded my pizza for free…

Mom will be surprised I linked to her site, but what she posted should be spread around as much as possible.  Even if its hyperbole.

Three weeks ago I told someone in the leasing office I needed my AC filter changed.  For what I pay in rent, it’s a luxury I expect. I sent an e-mail last night after discovering I’d never registered online.  It was done before I got back from work today.  Go figure.

Few things are as frustrating, professionally, as being chewed out by a poorly spoken superior.  Particularly when he struggles to identify issues with your performance.

I’ve noticed a disturbing pattern… when I am away from my home store for more than a couple weeks… half the staff quits, and only the people I want to stay are leaving.

I hear Cost Co is hiring managers…