...I will be hoarse. I spent the day teaching three bricks how to run a hot poured rubber joint sealing kettle, and to seal cracks in asphalt paving.
Like water soaking into a rock, the information will penetrate only to a shallow depth, and my inspiring diatribes will bounce around the earth; growing fainter and eventually only being an echo of a physically tiring day.
Friday, October 31, 2014
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
Calibration Hocus Pocus
There's been more than one report of electronic voting machines casting ballots in error. Observant voters caught the error, but there's not any way of knowing how many didn't.
What is a calibration error with an electronic voting machine? Somebody screwed up the computer code, whether intentionally, or by accident. I'd say both are responsible, but lean more to the intentional reason for most incidents. There is no "calibration". That's a word that is misused in this application.
Since voting machines are used by locals for entering candidate names, or ballot initiatives, the opportunity is there for fraud, and the data can easily be manipulated after an election.
The solution? No electronic voting. Paper ballots, voters get their finger dipped in indelible ink, and anyone caught intentionally trying to subvert votes is shot on sight. I have a feeling elections after this method is implemented would show a different view of the nation.
What is a calibration error with an electronic voting machine? Somebody screwed up the computer code, whether intentionally, or by accident. I'd say both are responsible, but lean more to the intentional reason for most incidents. There is no "calibration". That's a word that is misused in this application.
Since voting machines are used by locals for entering candidate names, or ballot initiatives, the opportunity is there for fraud, and the data can easily be manipulated after an election.
The solution? No electronic voting. Paper ballots, voters get their finger dipped in indelible ink, and anyone caught intentionally trying to subvert votes is shot on sight. I have a feeling elections after this method is implemented would show a different view of the nation.
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
Analyze This
I wrote about my new cell phone the other day. Yesterday, an automatic survey called and asked me to take a survey. Being the nice guy I can be, I took it.
The first question was whether I thought the customer representatives did a good job. Using the options of entering a number between one and ten, with ten being most satisfied, I entered 10.
The next question was about my opinion of the cell company, with the same method of entering my opinion. I punched in a zero. I can't stand the company for what they did to my wife years ago. They screwed up a bill, wouldn't back down, so she told them to go suck eggs. She refused to pay thousands of dollars over what was usually a bill of a little over one hundred dollars.
After entering the zero, the computer generated babble creator wanted me to leave a message with my name and a reason I felt they deserved a zero. I hung up the phone. I don't give a crap about surveys and really didn't think they want to know my reason.
Today, I received a call from a strange area code. Due to past experiences with telemarketers, I let it ring; if it was important, they could leave a voice mail....they did.
A woman, with a name, was concerned about my reason for punching in a zero in their survey. I didn't even allow the voice mail to complete before I deleted it.
So what's the deal? My impression is they've finally realized they're losing revenue, and trying to find out why people think they're a huge cluster of puke shit ass wipes. It serves them right. If only a few percent of customers were screwed like my wife was, millions of dollars were at stake, and they didn't care to examine their crummy way of doing business and rectify the problems.
The first question was whether I thought the customer representatives did a good job. Using the options of entering a number between one and ten, with ten being most satisfied, I entered 10.
The next question was about my opinion of the cell company, with the same method of entering my opinion. I punched in a zero. I can't stand the company for what they did to my wife years ago. They screwed up a bill, wouldn't back down, so she told them to go suck eggs. She refused to pay thousands of dollars over what was usually a bill of a little over one hundred dollars.
After entering the zero, the computer generated babble creator wanted me to leave a message with my name and a reason I felt they deserved a zero. I hung up the phone. I don't give a crap about surveys and really didn't think they want to know my reason.
Today, I received a call from a strange area code. Due to past experiences with telemarketers, I let it ring; if it was important, they could leave a voice mail....they did.
A woman, with a name, was concerned about my reason for punching in a zero in their survey. I didn't even allow the voice mail to complete before I deleted it.
So what's the deal? My impression is they've finally realized they're losing revenue, and trying to find out why people think they're a huge cluster of puke shit ass wipes. It serves them right. If only a few percent of customers were screwed like my wife was, millions of dollars were at stake, and they didn't care to examine their crummy way of doing business and rectify the problems.
Monday, October 27, 2014
It's Official - I'm The Old Fart
Every industry has them: the old fart. I never thought I'd find myself in that position, but I can't deny facts.
As I was driving along, summarizing a comedy of errors, and thinking of how too many involved were what I consider woefully prepared for their position, I realized I was one of the old farts of the local construction industry. Out of thousands of workers, there are only a few like me; somewhere around 40 years experience, tired of the bullshit, and not as willing to pull miracles out of their asses each day to cover the inexperience of others.
So, I accept my position and growing apathy. I don't want an award, or anything else. What I want is a big bosom secretary, in a short skirt, to ride along with me all day and keep my coffee cup full.
Sexist? Damn straight. Being an old fart entitles me to be a dirty old man.
As I was driving along, summarizing a comedy of errors, and thinking of how too many involved were what I consider woefully prepared for their position, I realized I was one of the old farts of the local construction industry. Out of thousands of workers, there are only a few like me; somewhere around 40 years experience, tired of the bullshit, and not as willing to pull miracles out of their asses each day to cover the inexperience of others.
So, I accept my position and growing apathy. I don't want an award, or anything else. What I want is a big bosom secretary, in a short skirt, to ride along with me all day and keep my coffee cup full.
Sexist? Damn straight. Being an old fart entitles me to be a dirty old man.
Sunday, October 26, 2014
Some Things Make Me Wonder
I was shopping for some miscellaneous items and things for my lunch. I'd waited until late, since it was such a beautiful day; and I determined grocery shoppers would have completed their business so they could enjoy the last of a day with an azure sky, high temperatures in the mid seventies, and a feel to the air that can only be described as wonderful.
When I finished, I looked at the checkout aisles, saw all had at least one person, and settled on one with one customer. There were two clerks helping the customer count a pile of change. Normally, I would have gone on to another aisle, but the situation was too unique to pass up, and I knew I could find something to write about, if I spent some time just observing.
The customer was buying a large pumpkin. Considering her size, it was a task to carry it. I'd say she was about eight years old. Her curly, dark blonde hair was unkempt; probably from the wind, or just needed brushing. She was wearing leopard skin capri stretch pants and a dark blue peasant blouse. Her horn rimmed glasses were almost too big for her face.
She turned every once in awhile to look behind; not to see who I was; it was more of a glance by someone looking for someone else. She returned my smile, when she finally looked at me, and quickly returned to watching the clerks delve through the piles of dime, nickles and pennies.
The eventually had enough change. One clerk completed the sale, and the other helped the young lady push the remaining change back into the zippered purse she had hung around her neck. When finished, she carefully spent some time making sure the zipper was completely closed, grabbed her pumpkin, and was gone.
The clerk gave me an apologetic look, so I commented: "You have to admire her for having the confidence to buy the pumpkin by herself." She smiled, told me how much I owed them for the small amount of groceries, and I was soon headed for my truck.
I looked around the parking lot, but the girl was gone. Whether she climbed into a waiting car, or disappeared into the local neighborhood, I'll never know. I do know such things make me wonder: Where were her parents? Were they outside waiting? If not, did they know their daughter was spending her money on a pumpkin? Does she even have a parent?
A girl that age alone is an oddity today. Considering how she was dressed, with the colors not really matching, and the need of a trim for her unkempt hair, I'd wager she spends a lot of time on her own; wading through her youth with too many responsibilities she doesn't quite understand. Still, I admire her tenaciousness and ability to function with what she has. Hopefully, her experiences will lead to success; and she'll have the opportunity to laugh about her purchase of a pumpkin; way back in 2014. If not, and this is the only record of a unique experience on a beautiful Autumn afternoon, may it be enough. She deserves that much at least.
When I finished, I looked at the checkout aisles, saw all had at least one person, and settled on one with one customer. There were two clerks helping the customer count a pile of change. Normally, I would have gone on to another aisle, but the situation was too unique to pass up, and I knew I could find something to write about, if I spent some time just observing.
The customer was buying a large pumpkin. Considering her size, it was a task to carry it. I'd say she was about eight years old. Her curly, dark blonde hair was unkempt; probably from the wind, or just needed brushing. She was wearing leopard skin capri stretch pants and a dark blue peasant blouse. Her horn rimmed glasses were almost too big for her face.
She turned every once in awhile to look behind; not to see who I was; it was more of a glance by someone looking for someone else. She returned my smile, when she finally looked at me, and quickly returned to watching the clerks delve through the piles of dime, nickles and pennies.
The eventually had enough change. One clerk completed the sale, and the other helped the young lady push the remaining change back into the zippered purse she had hung around her neck. When finished, she carefully spent some time making sure the zipper was completely closed, grabbed her pumpkin, and was gone.
The clerk gave me an apologetic look, so I commented: "You have to admire her for having the confidence to buy the pumpkin by herself." She smiled, told me how much I owed them for the small amount of groceries, and I was soon headed for my truck.
I looked around the parking lot, but the girl was gone. Whether she climbed into a waiting car, or disappeared into the local neighborhood, I'll never know. I do know such things make me wonder: Where were her parents? Were they outside waiting? If not, did they know their daughter was spending her money on a pumpkin? Does she even have a parent?
A girl that age alone is an oddity today. Considering how she was dressed, with the colors not really matching, and the need of a trim for her unkempt hair, I'd wager she spends a lot of time on her own; wading through her youth with too many responsibilities she doesn't quite understand. Still, I admire her tenaciousness and ability to function with what she has. Hopefully, her experiences will lead to success; and she'll have the opportunity to laugh about her purchase of a pumpkin; way back in 2014. If not, and this is the only record of a unique experience on a beautiful Autumn afternoon, may it be enough. She deserves that much at least.
Safety First...Or Not
I was driving down a local highway this morning, which has a rail crossing. The crossing will probably be replaced with an overpass one day; but for now, it's one of those things that are dangerous. (I had a friend that hit a train broadside years ago at the crossing. He was too tired, not paying attention, and his life ended late that night.)
There were police cars redirecting traffic, since there was a train blocking the crossing. The fog had mostly lifted, so I could see them from a long distance.
I slowed down, stopped and asked a police officer if the train derailed, or something was leaking. Either was a possibility; the cars were loaded with crude.
What was the problem? The crew became lost, ran out of the mandated time they could run the train, and they shut it down where it sat. The police officers were keeping traffic moving, until the relief crew arrived.
Now, I can understand rail safety. Tired crews can become dangerous, but somebody will have to explain how it's safe for a train to be parked in the middle of a busy highway to prevent a tired crew from continuing to run the train. Couldn't they call someone and explain the situation? How about common sense?
I'm guessing the penalty for going over the allotted time is death, or worse: getting fired. I don't know, but the penalty for ignorance should be worse.....dumbasses!
There were police cars redirecting traffic, since there was a train blocking the crossing. The fog had mostly lifted, so I could see them from a long distance.
I slowed down, stopped and asked a police officer if the train derailed, or something was leaking. Either was a possibility; the cars were loaded with crude.
What was the problem? The crew became lost, ran out of the mandated time they could run the train, and they shut it down where it sat. The police officers were keeping traffic moving, until the relief crew arrived.
Now, I can understand rail safety. Tired crews can become dangerous, but somebody will have to explain how it's safe for a train to be parked in the middle of a busy highway to prevent a tired crew from continuing to run the train. Couldn't they call someone and explain the situation? How about common sense?
I'm guessing the penalty for going over the allotted time is death, or worse: getting fired. I don't know, but the penalty for ignorance should be worse.....dumbasses!
Saturday, October 25, 2014
Saltines and the Periodic Table of Elements
Don't let the title confuse you. It will all make sense, when you reach the end.
Honda makes a car/mini-van/something or the other called the "Element". It looks better than it originally looked, but it still looks like a saltine cracker box, with a clear coat, wheels and some pin stripping. It's popular, because I see many of them around.
I've thought about the name "Element", and wondered what element the designers had in mind.
I don't think it was hydrogen. Hydrogen is light, has the potential for great amounts of power, and is number 1 on the table. While I'm sure the designers like to think of their product as number 1, a quick survey wouldn't find the same reaction with car enthusiasts, when given "Element" in a list of favorites, which includes Jaguar, Mercedes and Royals Royce.
Helium? Nah; that's an inert gas; and inert isn't what anyone wants as a description of their car.
Copper might be the element, but I kinda doubt that. It tarnishes and is thought of as what pennies are made of, which they aren't any longer. Pennies are made of zinc, which is cheaper than the amount of copper required for a penny, which is more than a penny of copper. I know that makes little sense, but this is my post and I can wander from subject, to subject, at will.
Gold comes to mind, but gold is heavier than lead, expensive and thought of as an investment. I know some might think "That's exactly what they were thinking. An Element is like gold; a long term investment." I doubt that. It's not a long term investment and pretty silly to expect anyone with a little sense to think otherwise.
Plutonium is radioactive, used in bombs and not a good selling point for an automobile.
There are 109 elements on the periodic table of elements. That's a bunch, and I could write that many chapters about each to expound on why I don't think it's a good choice for an element to use in reference to a saltine cracker box with wheels. That's why I'm thinking the name came from someone hung over, without a clue of what they were doing, panicking because they spent the weekend partying, instead of working on their sale pitch, and they had a moment of inspiration, while their boss eyeballed them like a heron standing over a frog. They probably received a bonus; and pissed it away on a weekend of partying.
One passed me the other day on the interstate. I had the cruise control on 75, and it was probably going about 80. I was impressed, but a little worried. Until I took an exit, all I could think of was finding it was caught by a gust of wind and tossed to the shoulder like a trash can lid in a thunderstorm; the driver and passengers looking confused as they tried to figure out how to turn it back over.
Honda makes a car/mini-van/something or the other called the "Element". It looks better than it originally looked, but it still looks like a saltine cracker box, with a clear coat, wheels and some pin stripping. It's popular, because I see many of them around.
I've thought about the name "Element", and wondered what element the designers had in mind.
I don't think it was hydrogen. Hydrogen is light, has the potential for great amounts of power, and is number 1 on the table. While I'm sure the designers like to think of their product as number 1, a quick survey wouldn't find the same reaction with car enthusiasts, when given "Element" in a list of favorites, which includes Jaguar, Mercedes and Royals Royce.
Helium? Nah; that's an inert gas; and inert isn't what anyone wants as a description of their car.
Copper might be the element, but I kinda doubt that. It tarnishes and is thought of as what pennies are made of, which they aren't any longer. Pennies are made of zinc, which is cheaper than the amount of copper required for a penny, which is more than a penny of copper. I know that makes little sense, but this is my post and I can wander from subject, to subject, at will.
Gold comes to mind, but gold is heavier than lead, expensive and thought of as an investment. I know some might think "That's exactly what they were thinking. An Element is like gold; a long term investment." I doubt that. It's not a long term investment and pretty silly to expect anyone with a little sense to think otherwise.
Plutonium is radioactive, used in bombs and not a good selling point for an automobile.
There are 109 elements on the periodic table of elements. That's a bunch, and I could write that many chapters about each to expound on why I don't think it's a good choice for an element to use in reference to a saltine cracker box with wheels. That's why I'm thinking the name came from someone hung over, without a clue of what they were doing, panicking because they spent the weekend partying, instead of working on their sale pitch, and they had a moment of inspiration, while their boss eyeballed them like a heron standing over a frog. They probably received a bonus; and pissed it away on a weekend of partying.
One passed me the other day on the interstate. I had the cruise control on 75, and it was probably going about 80. I was impressed, but a little worried. Until I took an exit, all I could think of was finding it was caught by a gust of wind and tossed to the shoulder like a trash can lid in a thunderstorm; the driver and passengers looking confused as they tried to figure out how to turn it back over.
Friday, October 24, 2014
Sorta a New Phone
I bought a new phone; or I should say the company I work for bought a new phone. It's a Samsung Convoy 3, which is my third Convoy. I've had a one and a two. Number one was run over by a tracked excavator, when it fell from the pouch. Number two must have had too many snorts of sulfur fumes. It would turn off by itself, had a half-assed way of transferring photos to the card, and the ear piece sound was getting what can only be described as rotten.
If you happen to look up the phone (no, I didn't provide a link. I'm lazy this evening and....okay, now you have link.) you can see it's a flip-top phone, which is what I like. Officially, I guess it's considered a "smart phone" because it can access the internet, and this version allows what the 1 and 2 didn't offer, which is the software and capability to actually surf the web; if I was so inclined. I don't, except to look at the weather, or to find a phone number.
The big drawback is the lack of a keyboard. Texts require alphanumeric juggling, which really affects my driving, when I've had a few, am eating a hamburger, and driving through a school zone....no I don't do that. I never eat, when I drive.
Still, it's compact, rugged as hell (Have I ever told you how many scars my old phones had after I dropped them on the pavement?) and it's the best alarm clock I ever had. Not only can I hit snooze, I can easily hide it under a pillow and ignore it completely.
To complete my informal product review, I have to comment on the battery charge life. It can go for days, if I don't use the phone very much. Considering I'm liable to forget my charger, that's a plus for me.
I'd recommend the phone to anyone that likes a flip-top, plain Jane phone and has a pocket full of money. Even with a rebate, and an upgrade, it was still a hundred dollars to purchase. The sales person told me it retails for $450. I can understand that. It's not a chicken-shit phone and if you want to communicate, even when you have a tendency break things, work in an abusive environment, need an sd card for preserving photos and messages, are hard of hearing, like to place the phone on vibrate, stick it in you pocket and have a friend call you for five minutes, and don't care if your phone is relatively small... and it haunts you to think yours is small... this is the phone for you.
Considering this is version three, I have the feeling I'm not alone with my preferences. With the typical one year life expectancy for the production of a phone, and the fact this phone has been around for 7 years that I know of, my preferences are shared by enough to keep Samsung churning out these phones and laughing all the way to the bank.
So there you are. Buy a few dozen and use them for stocking stuffers. Samsung will appreciate it...now, if I can only get them to pay me for their product endorsement.
If you happen to look up the phone (no, I didn't provide a link. I'm lazy this evening and....okay, now you have link.) you can see it's a flip-top phone, which is what I like. Officially, I guess it's considered a "smart phone" because it can access the internet, and this version allows what the 1 and 2 didn't offer, which is the software and capability to actually surf the web; if I was so inclined. I don't, except to look at the weather, or to find a phone number.
The big drawback is the lack of a keyboard. Texts require alphanumeric juggling, which really affects my driving, when I've had a few, am eating a hamburger, and driving through a school zone....no I don't do that. I never eat, when I drive.
Still, it's compact, rugged as hell (Have I ever told you how many scars my old phones had after I dropped them on the pavement?) and it's the best alarm clock I ever had. Not only can I hit snooze, I can easily hide it under a pillow and ignore it completely.
To complete my informal product review, I have to comment on the battery charge life. It can go for days, if I don't use the phone very much. Considering I'm liable to forget my charger, that's a plus for me.
I'd recommend the phone to anyone that likes a flip-top, plain Jane phone and has a pocket full of money. Even with a rebate, and an upgrade, it was still a hundred dollars to purchase. The sales person told me it retails for $450. I can understand that. It's not a chicken-shit phone and if you want to communicate, even when you have a tendency break things, work in an abusive environment, need an sd card for preserving photos and messages, are hard of hearing, like to place the phone on vibrate, stick it in you pocket and have a friend call you for five minutes, and don't care if your phone is relatively small... and it haunts you to think yours is small... this is the phone for you.
Considering this is version three, I have the feeling I'm not alone with my preferences. With the typical one year life expectancy for the production of a phone, and the fact this phone has been around for 7 years that I know of, my preferences are shared by enough to keep Samsung churning out these phones and laughing all the way to the bank.
So there you are. Buy a few dozen and use them for stocking stuffers. Samsung will appreciate it...now, if I can only get them to pay me for their product endorsement.
Thursday, October 23, 2014
So Many Thoughts...
....and they slip through the cracks.
I think of at least a half dozen things to write about each day. They pop into my mind, as I drive, or just observe; and I forget about them in the evening, or I'm too tired to write them down. After a night's sleep, they're gone forever.
For example: Today, as I was driving, I noticed a Monarch Butterfly at about a foot above windshield level, between four lanes of divided highway, and cars zipping along at 75 miles per hour. Most people don't even notice such things, but I do. My thoughts wonder to whether an updraft, or downdraft, determined the fate of the butterfly. One foot up, and it continued on its journey. One foot down, and it became something to wash off the windshield of a car.
I need to find my pocket recorder; so I can place a few verbal notes to peruse later in the day. Most of it's probably not important to anyone, but me. Still, somebody might like to read what I have to write, and it beats hell out of reruns of "The Simpsons".
A Quick Thought
Only a really naive person would not suspect voter fraud in elections; and only a really corrupt person would think eliminating the fraud is not important.
The current election is showing signs many people are voting early to show their dissatisfaction with current government officials. I have the feeling the fraud will be rampant, and can only hope that those caught are thrown into an active volcano.
The current election is showing signs many people are voting early to show their dissatisfaction with current government officials. I have the feeling the fraud will be rampant, and can only hope that those caught are thrown into an active volcano.
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
Strip Mall Wonderings
I was looking at a strip mall the other day. It's been there for years. In fact, during the sixties, it was the place to go and all the big retailers had an outlet there. The big malls pretty well killed the strip mall, so the business that come and go are interesting.
Anyway, I noticed "Mr. Giggles" was closed. Now I never saw the store, when it was open, so I have no idea what was sold. Maybe party goods? How about silly costumes? Clown paraphernalia? I have no idea, but it's closed, so I'll never know.
One part of my thoughts thinks it was a well meaning entrepreneur, a little money ahead, and a bad idea, in a bad location. The other part of my thoughts thinks of a creepy looking man, with a lazy eye, and a really strange sense of humor. Sorta a Stephen King character in real life.
Who knows. The sign is still there. The opportunities for imaginary characters are endless.
Anyway, I noticed "Mr. Giggles" was closed. Now I never saw the store, when it was open, so I have no idea what was sold. Maybe party goods? How about silly costumes? Clown paraphernalia? I have no idea, but it's closed, so I'll never know.
One part of my thoughts thinks it was a well meaning entrepreneur, a little money ahead, and a bad idea, in a bad location. The other part of my thoughts thinks of a creepy looking man, with a lazy eye, and a really strange sense of humor. Sorta a Stephen King character in real life.
Who knows. The sign is still there. The opportunities for imaginary characters are endless.
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Technology Wondering
With all the advances in technology, I wonder if the woman's voice that tells me my virus database is updated is real, or synthesized. I guess it's not important, but it's one of those things that crosses my mind.
Sunday, October 19, 2014
Guardrail
I was griping to my project inspector about how millions are spent to keep drunks from driving into rivers, yet a plastic orange barrel, without a reduced speed, is acceptable for a workers exposed to the same drunks.Of course he agreed with me, since he has the same exposure.
Anyway, back to the subject, which is guardrail.
Guardrail is made from rolled sheet metal, which gives it a shape that resists bending, yet allows it to remain lightweight. The depth of the rail is 3 inches, after rolling. The rail is hot dip galvanized after rolling, which prevents corrosion for decades; as long as the galvanize coating isn't damage. A typical section is light enough for two men to carry, and a small crew can place it without heavy equipment. Although this isn't the preferred method for production placement, it allows the minimum amount of people to replace small, damaged sections.
A typical rail section is a little longer than 25 feet, which allows for bolting the sections together. Holes in the rail are slotted, which allows some play during placement. Drilling for a perfectly positioned post isn't impossible, but not having the slots would make placement much more expensive. Sections are bolted with 5/8 inch hot dip galvanized button head bolts. The button head slides into the slotted hole, and allows tightening without a backup wrench. Eight bolts hold each section together and the sections are always overlapped so the lap faces away from traffic. This prevents a section torn loose in an accident from becoming a lethal lance, until the section is repaired.
The domed posts are treated wood 6 feet 3 inches long, and 7 inches in diameter. Bolt holes are drilled in the posts. When buried to the correct depth of 42 inches, the hole is 25 inches above the edge of the paving, which is the correct height for the center of the rail. The standard spacing is 6 feet 3 inches, although that spacing is less at the connection to bridges.
The edge of the paving is the preferred position for the face of guardrail. On a highway with a shoulder, that's the edge of the shoulder. On curbed streets, that's the back of the curb. With a typical section of rail, with 7 inch blockouts, that means the center of the post is 13-1/2 inches from the face of the rail.
Why am I telling you all this? Because there are years of study, experience and engineering involved with guardrail. Many lives were saved over the years due to guardrail, and if undamaged, a section can last the lifetime of an individual. I'm removing a section that was placed when I was a child. If changing the location wasn't required for a bridge rail retrofit, the section would have remained as long as nothing was required for its removal.
Still, it chaps my ass to think of all the money spent to keep people safe, yet those that place what saves lives are so inconsequential to bureaucrats, they're not willing to do the paperwork, and spend the money for a sign that mandates people slow down when they're working on the guardrail that keeps the attorneys at bay.
Assholes!
Anyway, back to the subject, which is guardrail.
Guardrail is made from rolled sheet metal, which gives it a shape that resists bending, yet allows it to remain lightweight. The depth of the rail is 3 inches, after rolling. The rail is hot dip galvanized after rolling, which prevents corrosion for decades; as long as the galvanize coating isn't damage. A typical section is light enough for two men to carry, and a small crew can place it without heavy equipment. Although this isn't the preferred method for production placement, it allows the minimum amount of people to replace small, damaged sections.
A typical rail section is a little longer than 25 feet, which allows for bolting the sections together. Holes in the rail are slotted, which allows some play during placement. Drilling for a perfectly positioned post isn't impossible, but not having the slots would make placement much more expensive. Sections are bolted with 5/8 inch hot dip galvanized button head bolts. The button head slides into the slotted hole, and allows tightening without a backup wrench. Eight bolts hold each section together and the sections are always overlapped so the lap faces away from traffic. This prevents a section torn loose in an accident from becoming a lethal lance, until the section is repaired.
The domed posts are treated wood 6 feet 3 inches long, and 7 inches in diameter. Bolt holes are drilled in the posts. When buried to the correct depth of 42 inches, the hole is 25 inches above the edge of the paving, which is the correct height for the center of the rail. The standard spacing is 6 feet 3 inches, although that spacing is less at the connection to bridges.
The edge of the paving is the preferred position for the face of guardrail. On a highway with a shoulder, that's the edge of the shoulder. On curbed streets, that's the back of the curb. With a typical section of rail, with 7 inch blockouts, that means the center of the post is 13-1/2 inches from the face of the rail.
Why am I telling you all this? Because there are years of study, experience and engineering involved with guardrail. Many lives were saved over the years due to guardrail, and if undamaged, a section can last the lifetime of an individual. I'm removing a section that was placed when I was a child. If changing the location wasn't required for a bridge rail retrofit, the section would have remained as long as nothing was required for its removal.
Still, it chaps my ass to think of all the money spent to keep people safe, yet those that place what saves lives are so inconsequential to bureaucrats, they're not willing to do the paperwork, and spend the money for a sign that mandates people slow down when they're working on the guardrail that keeps the attorneys at bay.
Assholes!
Saturday, October 18, 2014
Don Henley: Sit Down You're Rockin' The Boat
The devil will drag you under by the sharp lapel of your checkered suit.
Texas Law Upheld by Supreme Court
The usual peanut gallery of progressive hack judges didn't agree, but the final court ruling allows the Texas laws on voter identification law to stand. If you're interested, there's plenty of reading at this web site about the law.
Long story short: a Federal District Judge decided she would flex her muscles and rule the law is unconstitutional. Of course, she's a progressive hack, and her action led to the expenditure of large amounts of money to prove her decision was crap. She was appointed by Obama. That should explain everything. As another lawless minion of an administration that ignores laws, along with decency, she's just another person that is part of the agenda to undermine the the United States.
So the law stands and it makes voter fraud more difficult to accomplish, which is a good thing. Voting is important, but is useless if the integrity is removed by allowing fraudulent votes to be counted.
Long story short: a Federal District Judge decided she would flex her muscles and rule the law is unconstitutional. Of course, she's a progressive hack, and her action led to the expenditure of large amounts of money to prove her decision was crap. She was appointed by Obama. That should explain everything. As another lawless minion of an administration that ignores laws, along with decency, she's just another person that is part of the agenda to undermine the the United States.
So the law stands and it makes voter fraud more difficult to accomplish, which is a good thing. Voting is important, but is useless if the integrity is removed by allowing fraudulent votes to be counted.
Friday, October 17, 2014
Bermuda Hurricane
A hurricane is in the process of striking Bermuda. Radar shows the eye will pass over the islands over the next few hours.
Why am I writing about this? I know how they feel. It's all doom and gloom, but unless you've been close to the eye of a strong hurricane, you have no idea of what it's like.
First: The misconception of you can leave if it gets too bad becomes apparent. With the rain passing in horizontal sheets, you know you can't go out in such a mess and driving will probably be worse.
Second: After you accept you're in it for the duration, it's kinda neat. The wind isn't steady during the entire event; and the moments of calm allow you to hear the distant, roaring approach of the next batch of wind. That, and tornadoes sound like freight trains. They really do. The high, circular winds sound like a large, diesel engine.
Third: Unless you're hit by a tornado, most homes will only suffer minor damage. Sure, many things will blow away, and you might even have a window broken, but as long as the house doesn't come apart, you'll survive to clean up the damage.
All, in all, the fury of a major hurricane is much smaller than many think. A few dozen miles in any direction can make a huge difference.
I'm not advocating hurricane parties, or any such foolishness. That's dangerous, but I always think of what an old man told me: "You hide from the wind; and run from the water." He was right. The wind is bad, but being below 20 feet above sea level is a risk nobody should take during a hurricane. The storm surge can raise water levels to the eves of low lying homes in minutes. In those few minutes, escaping to the attic may be a death sentence, unless you have a chain saw to cut through the roof. Even if you escape, you might find your long, dark night is spent with dozens of snakes and the other critters trying to survive.
Why am I writing about this? I know how they feel. It's all doom and gloom, but unless you've been close to the eye of a strong hurricane, you have no idea of what it's like.
First: The misconception of you can leave if it gets too bad becomes apparent. With the rain passing in horizontal sheets, you know you can't go out in such a mess and driving will probably be worse.
Second: After you accept you're in it for the duration, it's kinda neat. The wind isn't steady during the entire event; and the moments of calm allow you to hear the distant, roaring approach of the next batch of wind. That, and tornadoes sound like freight trains. They really do. The high, circular winds sound like a large, diesel engine.
Third: Unless you're hit by a tornado, most homes will only suffer minor damage. Sure, many things will blow away, and you might even have a window broken, but as long as the house doesn't come apart, you'll survive to clean up the damage.
All, in all, the fury of a major hurricane is much smaller than many think. A few dozen miles in any direction can make a huge difference.
I'm not advocating hurricane parties, or any such foolishness. That's dangerous, but I always think of what an old man told me: "You hide from the wind; and run from the water." He was right. The wind is bad, but being below 20 feet above sea level is a risk nobody should take during a hurricane. The storm surge can raise water levels to the eves of low lying homes in minutes. In those few minutes, escaping to the attic may be a death sentence, unless you have a chain saw to cut through the roof. Even if you escape, you might find your long, dark night is spent with dozens of snakes and the other critters trying to survive.
Thursday, October 16, 2014
Explosion in the Port-A-Can
I can't remember if I wrote about this, so I'll write about about it again...or not.
It was early in the morning. We were working on the interstate, and I watched the the port-a-can being cleaned late the evening before. After arriving at work, I confirmed this, and went through the process of starting the day, positioning the crew, and making sure materials would arrive on time.
It was around 8:00 am, when I had the urge. The coffee worked its magic, and I had to go. With the knowledge the port-a-can was clean, I headed to the private refuge that only someone that works construction can understand. Understand what? The lack of odor, a feeling a few germs were defeated, and the comfort of knowing a snake might not be found.
I opened the door and was repulsed. If I didn't know better, I'd have sworn someone exploded. There was crap on the floor, seat, bench, and walls higher than by waist. It was as though some crap cannon was aimed, and fired, with the result of covering a substantial amount of the inside with crap.
I went to a local restaurant to avoid the port-a-can, and called the provider to explain my predicament. After I told the nice lady it appeared a crap bomb exploded, she immediately understood and it was cleaned before a few hours passed.
I really don't want to know what happened. I put that in the category of things I can't forget, but should.
It was early in the morning. We were working on the interstate, and I watched the the port-a-can being cleaned late the evening before. After arriving at work, I confirmed this, and went through the process of starting the day, positioning the crew, and making sure materials would arrive on time.
It was around 8:00 am, when I had the urge. The coffee worked its magic, and I had to go. With the knowledge the port-a-can was clean, I headed to the private refuge that only someone that works construction can understand. Understand what? The lack of odor, a feeling a few germs were defeated, and the comfort of knowing a snake might not be found.
I opened the door and was repulsed. If I didn't know better, I'd have sworn someone exploded. There was crap on the floor, seat, bench, and walls higher than by waist. It was as though some crap cannon was aimed, and fired, with the result of covering a substantial amount of the inside with crap.
I went to a local restaurant to avoid the port-a-can, and called the provider to explain my predicament. After I told the nice lady it appeared a crap bomb exploded, she immediately understood and it was cleaned before a few hours passed.
I really don't want to know what happened. I put that in the category of things I can't forget, but should.
Diesel On My Hands
Diesel fuel is one of those things I don't like getting on my hands. It occasionally happens, such as when a fuel filter clogs on some equipment, but it's worse two times during the day: first thing in the morning, or last thing in the evening.
I know you're asking yourself: "Why?". It stinks, and the odor lasts for a long time. If spilled on clothes, the smell permeates everything else washed and it doesn't leave, until a after more than one washing.
Why am I posting this? This afternoon, a small excavator needed the fuel filter changed. That, and the fuel line needed to be purged. I was rewarded with diesel on my hands and it stinks. I left the job smelling of diesel. That sucks!
I know you're asking yourself: "Why?". It stinks, and the odor lasts for a long time. If spilled on clothes, the smell permeates everything else washed and it doesn't leave, until a after more than one washing.
Why am I posting this? This afternoon, a small excavator needed the fuel filter changed. That, and the fuel line needed to be purged. I was rewarded with diesel on my hands and it stinks. I left the job smelling of diesel. That sucks!
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
You're Fired
I fired a worker today. Long story short: they didn't like what I said, called me a liar, and I fired them...except they wouldn't leave...so I called the police, who insured they left. So, now there's another crazy I have to watch for.......
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Total Lack of Perspective
I read the news, and it's nothing but the ramblings of people that don't have a clue, couldn't find the clue if it was tattooed to their ass, and they had both hands free to look for the clues.
Maybe, we should require those that write, broadcast, and sell the news to live on Earth. From my perspective, they've left for another planet; and it's polluted with destructive unicorn farts and rainbows.
Maybe, we should require those that write, broadcast, and sell the news to live on Earth. From my perspective, they've left for another planet; and it's polluted with destructive unicorn farts and rainbows.
Monday, October 13, 2014
Small Things Many Don't Know About
The lightning caused me to remember a strike on my home years ago. The dryer caught the brunt of the strike, and led to the discovery of a small device I didn't know about.
As I examined the damage, I found the cord was damaged; so was the breaker in the panel. After changing them, I still couldn't get the dryer to run. Before I threw in the towel, and gave up, I took my ohmmeter and traced the power circuit. That's when I found the device.
In the exhaust plenum, this tiny device was wired in line with the power for the machine. It had no continuity, so I removed it, and went to the appliance parts house the next day. When I showed it to the man at the counter, he knew what it was, went to the back, returned with the part and I bought it for about nine dollars.
Returning home, I replaced the part, put enough of the dryer back together to make it run, and was rewarded with it starting. After I completely reassembled the dryer, it worked perfectly and I eventually sold it years later for $50. It still worked fine, but I was given some new appliances by an in-law that was moving to a place where they didn't need the washer and dryer.
So, now you know about something mandated by regulations. It's real purpose? To interrupt the flow of electricity to the dryer, if the thermostat fails and the temperature rises to the point of burning your clothes.
You're welcome.
As I examined the damage, I found the cord was damaged; so was the breaker in the panel. After changing them, I still couldn't get the dryer to run. Before I threw in the towel, and gave up, I took my ohmmeter and traced the power circuit. That's when I found the device.
In the exhaust plenum, this tiny device was wired in line with the power for the machine. It had no continuity, so I removed it, and went to the appliance parts house the next day. When I showed it to the man at the counter, he knew what it was, went to the back, returned with the part and I bought it for about nine dollars.
Returning home, I replaced the part, put enough of the dryer back together to make it run, and was rewarded with it starting. After I completely reassembled the dryer, it worked perfectly and I eventually sold it years later for $50. It still worked fine, but I was given some new appliances by an in-law that was moving to a place where they didn't need the washer and dryer.
So, now you know about something mandated by regulations. It's real purpose? To interrupt the flow of electricity to the dryer, if the thermostat fails and the temperature rises to the point of burning your clothes.
You're welcome.
Big, Badass Thunderstorms
How about that title? I'm betting that will get the attention of a few.
We had them today. A real cold front, with thunderstorms, wind, cloud to ground lightning and plenty of rain preceded an event folks up north would call summer. The forecast is temperatures in the fifties, highs in the upper seventies and beautiful clear skies for the next few days.
I'll take it. My ass is gone; it melted away like a dropped snow cone on a hot sidewalk.
We had them today. A real cold front, with thunderstorms, wind, cloud to ground lightning and plenty of rain preceded an event folks up north would call summer. The forecast is temperatures in the fifties, highs in the upper seventies and beautiful clear skies for the next few days.
I'll take it. My ass is gone; it melted away like a dropped snow cone on a hot sidewalk.
Things You Find on the News
While perusing the local news online, I glanced at the most wanted for the Houston area. That's a big city, so it's the big time, if your photo appears.
One photo looked familiar (No, it wasn't me) and the name confirmed why. It was a young man that worked for me a few years ago. I can only describe him as a conscientious, good worker; willing to learn and I missed his help, when he moved back to the Houston area.
So, he now has enough felony D.U.I's to lead to some hefty jail time. That's a shame, but he has nobody to blame, but the man he sees in the mirror.
His family is here, so I have the feeling I'll see him in the future. If he's behaving himself, and needs a job, I'll hire him, if there's a position available that doesn't require him to drive a company vehicle. That's something he'll never do again for the rest of his life.
One photo looked familiar (No, it wasn't me) and the name confirmed why. It was a young man that worked for me a few years ago. I can only describe him as a conscientious, good worker; willing to learn and I missed his help, when he moved back to the Houston area.
So, he now has enough felony D.U.I's to lead to some hefty jail time. That's a shame, but he has nobody to blame, but the man he sees in the mirror.
His family is here, so I have the feeling I'll see him in the future. If he's behaving himself, and needs a job, I'll hire him, if there's a position available that doesn't require him to drive a company vehicle. That's something he'll never do again for the rest of his life.
Sunday, October 12, 2014
Save the Polar Bears, But Senior Citizens be Damned
Between junk science, the really stupid decision by the Supreme Court to allow carbon dioxide to be considered a pollutant, and the idiots that we pay to run our government, one out of three low income senior citizens didn't pursue their health to pay for the increasing energy costs. That's not good, when you consider the increased costs were not due to a lack of resources, but to increase the money, and power, to the government. And if you don't know what a low income senior citizen is, it's those that had very little savings, or their investments were destroyed by unsound fiscal policies and inflation. Those, and citizens that didn't receive the cushy benefits the government allowed for those that took part in the bureaucracy.
Obama projected this would happen. He knew the results of his bullshit policy, didn't care, and still doesn't care. He was willing to harm citizens to promote his agenda, and the dumbasses that voted for him should only be the ones to suffer. Make them pay all increased costs, until they demand relief from the monster they turned loose in Washington.
Obama projected this would happen. He knew the results of his bullshit policy, didn't care, and still doesn't care. He was willing to harm citizens to promote his agenda, and the dumbasses that voted for him should only be the ones to suffer. Make them pay all increased costs, until they demand relief from the monster they turned loose in Washington.
Criminal Negligence
A second case of Ebola is reported. One of the healthcare workers, reported to be in protective gear when dealing with the criminal that lied to get in the United States, tested positive for a virus that kills 60% of those infected.
Protocol for a dangerous pathogen is isolation of those infected. It's one of the only defenses available; and it's necessary. Diseases, especially viruses, can survive in the tiny droplets produced by a sneeze, and stay in the air for hours, which is one of the greatest reasons for isolation.
There never should have been any discussion about screening, travel restrictions and the immediate response of both, when it was obvious Ebola was becoming a serious problem in Africa. Commerce and diplomatic relations became insignificant when compared to the possibility of a pandemic. The failure of the current administration, political figures with selfish interests, and the fawning media to address this problem immediately is criminal negligence. People will die, they're responsible, and their punishment should fit the crime..
Protocol for a dangerous pathogen is isolation of those infected. It's one of the only defenses available; and it's necessary. Diseases, especially viruses, can survive in the tiny droplets produced by a sneeze, and stay in the air for hours, which is one of the greatest reasons for isolation.
There never should have been any discussion about screening, travel restrictions and the immediate response of both, when it was obvious Ebola was becoming a serious problem in Africa. Commerce and diplomatic relations became insignificant when compared to the possibility of a pandemic. The failure of the current administration, political figures with selfish interests, and the fawning media to address this problem immediately is criminal negligence. People will die, they're responsible, and their punishment should fit the crime..
Saturday, October 11, 2014
Pink Floyd - Shine On You Crazy Diamond 1990 Live Video
A very good live version for your enjoyment.
Maybe Never Complete
I've had a song kicking around in my head for years. It started after my father died in 1989. The lyrics never gelled, and maybe never will, but the chorus came to me almost immediately. Writing it makes me sad, which might be the reason I never finished. Watching someone slowly fade away is worse than a sudden, tragic death.
So, since it may never be finished, I'll write down the chorus; maybe someday it won't be just another unfinished task
As we sit and think of days gone by
And the time that slipped away
He used to stand so straight and tall
It seems like yesterday
And he lays there now, so small and frail
And sleeps most every day
He can't get up; he can't go on
We never thought it would be that way
So, sail away, sail away
The lord is waiting for you across this storm tossed bay
He has built a house of memories
He'll take away your pain
Sail away, sail away, sail away.
So, since it may never be finished, I'll write down the chorus; maybe someday it won't be just another unfinished task
As we sit and think of days gone by
And the time that slipped away
He used to stand so straight and tall
It seems like yesterday
And he lays there now, so small and frail
And sleeps most every day
He can't get up; he can't go on
We never thought it would be that way
So, sail away, sail away
The lord is waiting for you across this storm tossed bay
He has built a house of memories
He'll take away your pain
Sail away, sail away, sail away.
Outflow Boundary
We have an outflow boundary approaching. What's that? It's where rain cooled air from a large cluster of thunderstorms pushes under warmer, moister air and causes it to rise. The result is a line of thunderstorms, or showers that is usually pretty impressive on the radar. They look like a cold front on radar; and they are, in a way, but instead of a cool, high pressure dome to clear away the system, the unstable air can remain until a real front arrives and pushes the entire mess away.
How About That Electricity?
According to this article, the estimated loss of electrical generating capacity, due to arbitrary regulations, will be 700% higher than that predicted by the Environmental Protection Agency. The loss of reliable electricity is anticipated to affect 44.7 million homes; and the cost will go up, also.
Coal is bad, according to bureaucrats, and some politicians. They base this opinion on unproven theories, which gave Al Gore the opportunity to make a lot of money from stupidity. Meanwhile, millions will find costly, unreliable energy in their near future and the damage of closed coal generating plants can't be changed like turning on a light switch. Huge coal fired boilers require constant attention and take months - if not years - to bring back on line, when they're shut down for any period of time.
In a perfect world, only those responsible for this debacle would be affected. Since this isn't the situation, it's up to us to remind those folks every time we see them in the grocery store. After all, the government isn't some faceless being; it's your neighbors and they'll keep making your life miserable if you don't let them know how much you wish they'd go away...to someplace dark and cold. We don't want them down here where it's usually warm. We have a bunch of Mexicans we have to figure out how to make go home.
Coal is bad, according to bureaucrats, and some politicians. They base this opinion on unproven theories, which gave Al Gore the opportunity to make a lot of money from stupidity. Meanwhile, millions will find costly, unreliable energy in their near future and the damage of closed coal generating plants can't be changed like turning on a light switch. Huge coal fired boilers require constant attention and take months - if not years - to bring back on line, when they're shut down for any period of time.
In a perfect world, only those responsible for this debacle would be affected. Since this isn't the situation, it's up to us to remind those folks every time we see them in the grocery store. After all, the government isn't some faceless being; it's your neighbors and they'll keep making your life miserable if you don't let them know how much you wish they'd go away...to someplace dark and cold. We don't want them down here where it's usually warm. We have a bunch of Mexicans we have to figure out how to make go home.
A Few Million Here...A Few Million There ....
and pretty soon, we're talking about real money...sold at 6 cents a pound.
That looks like a plan to me. I see tons of government vehicles just sitting in parking lots, and I think I could get more per pound. Of course, some bureaucrat would have to hoof it, instead of riding around on my dime...I really don't care. They could lose a few pounds.
That looks like a plan to me. I see tons of government vehicles just sitting in parking lots, and I think I could get more per pound. Of course, some bureaucrat would have to hoof it, instead of riding around on my dime...I really don't care. They could lose a few pounds.
Friday, October 10, 2014
Deja Vu All Over Again
I have a theory about deja vu. (No, I haven't experienced it in a long time.) It seems more logical to me, although those that like the idea of premonitions better might not feel the same.
My theory? The human brain is hard-wired to anticipate danger. With that hard-wiring comes the crunching of possibilities, the actual occurrences, and the results. Deja vu, is when the subconscious mental creation of possible events coincide with actual events. Call it a mental jackpot. Three sevens rolling up is rare, but possible. Subconsciously, the events were anticipated, and actually happened. The feeling the event happened before it only a reaction to an unusual sequence that coincided with anticipated results.
You can now return to your regularly scheduled thought process.
My theory? The human brain is hard-wired to anticipate danger. With that hard-wiring comes the crunching of possibilities, the actual occurrences, and the results. Deja vu, is when the subconscious mental creation of possible events coincide with actual events. Call it a mental jackpot. Three sevens rolling up is rare, but possible. Subconsciously, the events were anticipated, and actually happened. The feeling the event happened before it only a reaction to an unusual sequence that coincided with anticipated results.
You can now return to your regularly scheduled thought process.
Thursday, October 9, 2014
Age Brings Verbal Outbursts
After some frustrating moments, I told a group of men on the job today I should have hired some little girls...the bad thing is I meant it. What the hell happened to our youth? Between the pudginess, lack of any initiative and a terrible work ethic, there are too many young men that aren't men.
I told one of the long time, good hands I would enlist if we ever were involved with another major conflict. I elaborated and said I'd rather die fighting than expecting what was available for enlistment to help; and I didn't want to learn the foreign language of those that would find be easy pickings.
I told one of the long time, good hands I would enlist if we ever were involved with another major conflict. I elaborated and said I'd rather die fighting than expecting what was available for enlistment to help; and I didn't want to learn the foreign language of those that would find be easy pickings.
Wednesday, October 8, 2014
Burnout Symptoms
I looked them up; and I have all of them. Maybe I can get a grant to write about the events leading up to the burnout, how I managed to get grant money for studying burnout, and the months of leisure, while I pissed it all away on frivolous purchases, alcohol and vacations.
Inner Tube/Theme From Boat Weirdos - Joe Walsh
I've always liked this....I don't think I've posted it before....If I have, then listen to it again.
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
Jaime Brockett - Legend of the USS Titanic (FULL)
Way back when, there was a radio show called "Beaker Street", which I listened to when the skip was right and radio waves made it all the way to the way to Southeast Texas. Between the static, and phase shifting, reception was poor, but we still listened. The following song was played and I always hoped it would be played again real soon.
Monday, October 6, 2014
I Took A Crazy Test
I didn't wait for the results, because I couldn't wait until the advertisement ended....I don't care that it's been thirty years, since Punky Brewster was on television.
Sunday, October 5, 2014
Viral Madness
Ebola is a virus; so is influenza; the common flu. The starting symptoms are similar and we're at the beginning of flu season. I have a feeling this one will go down in the books.
Baffling
After six years of incompetence, arbitrary decisions, ignoring the law, and the obvious inability to accomplish the basic requirements of government, I'm baffled it took this long for people to realize what I realized would happen before Obama was ever elected President. He wasn't qualified, had no job experience, was ideology opposed to what makes the United States great and his lack of maturity is astounding.
I don't think people are that stupid. I think too many are lazy, expecting something for nothing, and willing to sacrifice liberty for false security. In the end, they'll have nothing, and their misery will be worse.
I don't think people are that stupid. I think too many are lazy, expecting something for nothing, and willing to sacrifice liberty for false security. In the end, they'll have nothing, and their misery will be worse.
Saturday, October 4, 2014
Friday, October 3, 2014
I Think I've Now Seen Everything
I like thick slice bacon from a local market. It's not only very good, the price is good, also.
Anyway, I was cooking some, and I realized after turning a slice, part of it was a mobius strip....no I'm not pulling your leg. That's what I saw, and I'm sticking with the story.
Anyway, I was cooking some, and I realized after turning a slice, part of it was a mobius strip....no I'm not pulling your leg. That's what I saw, and I'm sticking with the story.
Thursday, October 2, 2014
I Curse Too Much
That's what I was told by an operator that wasn't really an operator and quit earlier this week...without telling me he was quitting.
I really don't know what to write, except I was told that after I asked him to explain to me how someone could live without having money from a job to pay the bills. Of course I know the answer. I was feeling mean and wanted to make him uncomfortable.
He'll probably apply for unemployment; and I'll have to write a few appeal letters. If it turns out like it usually does, I'll be the bad guy and he'll appeal all the way to the three panel tribunal and it will be decided with a coin toss.... I'm calling heads.
I really don't know what to write, except I was told that after I asked him to explain to me how someone could live without having money from a job to pay the bills. Of course I know the answer. I was feeling mean and wanted to make him uncomfortable.
He'll probably apply for unemployment; and I'll have to write a few appeal letters. If it turns out like it usually does, I'll be the bad guy and he'll appeal all the way to the three panel tribunal and it will be decided with a coin toss.... I'm calling heads.
Wednesday, October 1, 2014
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