Bluntness

I've also been told I have little tact, so if this offends you simply ride on.

Saturday, August 27, 2016

Ann Coulter, Trumplodite of the Day

Let's be honest here, there are some funny things in life... and then there are some really, really funny things in life, and one of the funniest things to happen in a while is Ann Coulter's reaction to Trump's flip-flop on immigration, in fact it's so funny I'm going to nominate her for the Trumplodite of the Day award.  You see, Ann, the ever greedy capitalist, realizing that Trump might provide a field day in royalties wrote a book celebrating Donald Trump.  You see she expected all of his racist Trumplodites to buy her book because of his stand on immigration - all the illegals were  going to be kicked out.  But then he flip-flopped just as she's starting a book tour.  This means she's probably not going to cash in the way she was expecting.  I mean who's going to buy a book in which she quotes Trump as saying one thing, when now he's saying something totally different.  This is bad for her since this change of heart makes her look... well... stupid.  I mean, she actually wrote a book.  Now, people are making fun of her, and it is funny.


This is what's called Karma.  All the hate she's been spouting for years is coming back to bite her in the ass.  And what takes this funny thing and almost makes it hysterically funny is that it never occurred to her that those loyal Trumplodites don't read.  Books have words... and things like commas and periods in them.  Not that she cares if they read her books, they just have to buy them.  This is why she is our Trumplodite of the day, because she thought she'd make a buck off pedaling Trump's hate monger message... and he... well, changed the message. 


Friday, August 26, 2016

Work and Politics

Well, two opening shifts and 2 days without blogging and I'm back, you know, those 0300 mornings are bad if you're not working them regularly.
I have a Head Cashier who believes "she must be obeyed" in everything, that "she" sets down the rules, such as highlighting an associate's name in green on the schedule when they are at work, and in pink when whey call off.  When I told her she didn't need to highlight, she could just put a line through their name if there weren't here, she bristled.  I didn't tell her I'd had complaints from 3 other Head Cashiers about her inability to be flexible, all I said was that she needed to be less rigid.  She replied, "I'm not being rigid, I'm consistent."  Nope, not in the least bit, she wants to be in total control, in fact, she reminds me of someone who's never been in a management position turning into a dictator.  Another thing I didn't tell her is that management would have absolutely no problem with her handing in her two weeks notice.
And speaking of dictators, what about Trump?  Flip-flopping on immigration, eh?  And I understand some of his loyal Trumplodites have no problem with his change of heart.  Excuse me, but wasn't that one of his rally cries?  This is one of the many reasons why he'd be terrible in the White House, his sheep would follow him everywhere.  They'd do anything he wanted them to do.  Form a special police force?  You betcha.  Oh, wait, I can't say that.  Isn't that what that bimbodeer Sarah Palin used to say, isn't it?  You betcha.  Of course, would she sign up for that Trump police force?  You betcha.

Can you say Secret Police?
Anyway, I did watch Hillary's hate ad,  Very apropos, I thought.  I don't think Trump and his Trumplodites know just how baaaahd they are.

Work and Politics

Well, two opening shifts and 2 days without blogging and I'm back, you know, those 0300 mornings are bad if you're not working them regularly.
I have a Head Cashier who believes "she must be obeyed" in everything, that "she" sets down the rules, such as highlighting an associate's name in green on the schedule when they are at work, and in pink when whey call off.  When I told her she didn't need to highlight, she could just put a line through their name if there weren't here, she bristled.  I didn't tell her I'd had complaints from 3 other Head Cashiers about her inability to be flexible, all I said was that she needed to be less rigid.  She replied, "I'm not being rigid, I'm consistent."  Nope, not in the least bit, she wants to be in total control, in fact, she reminds me of someone who's never been in a management position turning into a dictator.  Another thing I didn't tell her is that management would have absolutely no problem with her handing in her two weeks notice.
And speaking of dictators, what about Trump?  Flip-flopping on immigration, eh?  And I understand some of his loyal Trumplodites have no problem with his change of heart.  Excuse me, but wasn't that one of his rally cries?  This is one of the many reasons why he'd be terrible in the White House, his sheep would follow him everywhere.  They'd do anything he wanted them to do.  Form a special police force?  You betcha.  Oh, wait, I can't say that.  Isn't that what that bimbodeer Sarah Palin used to say, isn't it?  You betcha.  Of course, would she sign up for that Trump police force?  You betcha.

Can you say Secret Police?
Anyway, I did watch Hillary's hate ad,  Very apropos, I thought.  I don't think Trump and his Trumplodites know just how baaaahd they are.

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Jane's vagina

Well, yesterday was my first day in the new position and I... already had to yell at an associate.  I have a 77 year old woman working for me, whom I'll call Jane, who feels that her age entitles her to do what ever she wants.  Wrong.  She's a cashier, she needs to stay at her register.  Yesterday there were people waiting at her register and... she was nowhere to be found.  Oh, yeah, I found her, helping a customer at the paint desk.  So, I yelled at her.  She got mad, of course.  She doesn't understand she needs to follow the rules, but when you try and explain them to her or enforce them she cries "age discrimination."  This is how it goes.
Two months ago Jane was out on medical, she needed to have a minor surgical procedure done.  She told everybody that she had peed out her vagina.  That's right.  She said she knew this because she used a mirror to look, and that she knows what her vagina looks like.  Personally, I think she was looking at her ass and just didn't know the difference.

Jane's future with the giant retailer I work for looks rather dim.  This has nothing to do with age, but rather customer service and performance.  If you're 98 and can play by the rules, and do just an adequate job there's no problem.  Had she told any customers that she'd peed out her vagina she'd have been out the door.  She needs to stay at her register and not make people wait.  Retail can be relentless.

Monday, August 22, 2016

Feeding the hate with Republican propaganda

Well, the vacation is over.  I'm going back to work this morning, moving into a new position where I'l be trading the overnights and heavy lifting for Front End Drama.  Things will be fine.  I didn't get as much accomplished last week as I had planned, this is almost always the case, though after last week, because of the all of the rain, my 'to do' list is still rather long.  Oh, well, it will get done in time.
One of my friends on Facebook is an old Navy buddy of mine and quite the conservative.  As a result we 'tit for tat' back and forth, mostly he poses Republican propaganda as truth and I, very politely, run it through the wood chipper of truth.  Right now, for example, or maybe it was last week, I can't remember exactly when because they pump out so much propaganda, they were pushing some phoniness about Hillary losing $6 billion while she was Secretary of State, and of course my friend piped in as though this was gospel.  So, I did about 10 minutes research.  There's pretty much on the Internet, almost all on "conservative" websites and all anti-Hillary, except for Slate.  They actually provided a link to the actual documents: a report from 2014 from the OIG that went back 6 years contracts that were missing documentation.  That's right, 2014.  The one day that pops out is from May of that year, when George W. Bush was in the White House and Condoleeza Rice was Secretary of State.


A number of these contract issues were with the WPPS, and some of the dates listed go back to 2007.  Of course, that type of honest is not going to appeal to the Republican Party.  They're going to throw as much shit on the wall as they can because they know eventually something is going to stick, a least for a few minutes.  Feeding the hate, you know, they're all about feeding the hate.

Saturday, August 20, 2016

Windows and Lilly and... the election

So, I haven't written anything in 2 days... well, this is my vacation time, of course that doesn't meant all I've been doing is drinking wine and playing video games.  I've managed to do some lawn work, plants some stuff and shift around the pea gravel.  Did a lot of cleaning.  Changed the curtains in the dining room.  All of the fun stuff, you know?
Yesterday I had salesmen in the house - I'm putting in some new windows.  Two of them did that one thing I truly hate in a sales person, give me a price, tell me it's carved in stone, and then when I tell them I'm going to think about it say "well, if you really love these windows I might be able to swing another 10% off."  I'm not buying windows from them.  If you want to sell me a product, give me a price, don't dick around.  I ended up going with Renew by Andersen.  They are the most expensive, but only by about $250, and the salesman said "we don't do that surprise discount if you sign today, that 10% is listed right here," as he pointed to the same day signing discount.  I keep telling people over and over, it's all about customer service.
And yesterday was also Lilly's birthday.  She is 3 years old.

Cutie on the couch

To celebrate, we all had white cake and French vanilla ice cream.  They only get 'people' food on their birthdays and both dogs love it.
And, of course, we've only got 88 days (give or take a day) until the election.  Prepare yourselves, because if Trump loses, his Trumplodites are gong to raise holy hell.  On the bright side, a lot of those people will never, ever vote again, so disgruntled will they have become at democratic politics.  That's fine.
Oh, and I have been drinking a little wine and playing video games as well.  

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

A little night music with Florence

Normally, August in central Pennsylvania means hot, dry weather, the grass long since turned brown for lack of rain, which is why I always take a week's vacation - but not this year.  Humidity reigns.  This August seems to be our rainy season, torrential afternoon downpours are now part of our daily routine, and I'm not talking about a short-lived, 10 minute storm, the rains easily drench us for 30 to 40 minutes.  Nothing every really dries.  The insect population is thriving, let me be more precise, the blood sucking insect population swarms around you the second you step outside.  I had planned to finish up on the veranda... well, that might not happen.
Anyway, I went to see "Florence Foster Jenkins" last evening.  It was very good.  How good?  Can you say "nominations?"  Plural.  Many.  Lot's of them.  Streep's Madam Florence is endearing.  Even though she has the musicality of a rock you understand her sincerity, she loves music.  A scene where she and Simon Helberg play the Prelude in E Minor is magic.  And speaking of Helberg, he's amazing.  Watching him play piano while Florence sings is the definition of comedy, it's almost like watching slapstick without the slap.  Then there is Hugh Grant.  I've never been a fan.  He's always seemed to play fluffy, pretty boy parts, even as he's aged, however, this might be the one role which defines him as an 'actor.'  He is perfect as St. Clair, an over-the-hill Shakespearean actor who seems to have discovered late in life that he has a soul.


And in case you're wondering, and haven't seen the movie, listening to Florence Foster Jenkins sing is excruciating; if you weren't laughing so hard you'd be in unbearable pain, and it's not because she's just a little off pitch, or that she's taken a meat cleaver to her phrasing.  Her vocalizations are a Christmas present to those millions of tone deaf people who are oblivious to the fact that they can't sing, and in her reckless abandon those artless notes become... well, art, as she proves that music is in the ear of the beholder.