Saturday, February 23, 2008

A Post Made to Order

My cuzzin wants to know who I will vote for today (I'm voting early to avoid the rush). I watched the debate between Obama and Hillary from UT. I thought that Hillary came off marginally better than Obama in the debate, but it doesn't really matter to me which of them win the nomination. I will vote for whomever does, because I don't want any more fucking Republicans screwing up this country any more than they've screwed it up for the last 8 years.

I don't like politics. I only pay attention every 4 years when I have to vote. I've had to pay far more attention for the last 8 years than I ever wanted to because of Monkey Boy and Darth Vader in the White House ruining this country's reputation and screwing the poor and the middle class in favor of their rich buddies, and sending off thousands of young people to be killed in an unnecessary war.

I'll vote Democratic. I don't necessarily agree with everything the Democrats say, but I agree with a damn sight more than anything a Republican could ever come up with.

So there you go. That's my opinion.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

A Tough Nut to Crack

I've been unemployed now for a little over 2 weeks, just long enough for me to decide that I don't care for it at all. I registered for unemployment benefits and was approved, and TWC told me that I was obliged to look for at least 5 jobs per week in order to request payment. So far since the 5th of this month, I've applied for 30 jobs and I've received exactly 1 call for an interview, for a job that I didn't get. When the "visionary" (he described himself that way) interviewed me, I had to tell him that I had a chronic health condition that required doctors appointments but wouldn't affect my job performance. That was it. No dice. In a town filled with healthy young college students, why would he want to hire someone who would have to leave an hour early once a month for a doctor's appointment?

I never had this much trouble finding a job in Dallas, but then, not everyone with a college degree in the Western Hemisphere wanted to live and work in Dallas. If I don't find something by the start of summer, I'll have to go back to retail. I don't know that I'm physically able to stand on my feet for 8 hours anymore. I may not have a choice.

Sunday, February 10, 2008

I'm not a Cynic after all.....it figures.

Whose Philosophy Suits You Best?

1. John Stuart Mill (100%)
2. Kant (92%)
3. Aquinas (86%)
4. Aristotle (78%)
5. Jeremy Bentham (76%)
6. Epicureans (70%)
7. Jean-Paul Sartre (64%)
8. Spinoza (64%)
9. Stoics (58%)
10. Ayn Rand (53%)
11. Prescriptivism (46%)
12. Ockham (40%)
13. Thomas Hobbes (40%)
14. Nietzsche (38%)
15. David Hume (36%)
16. St. Augustine (30%)
17. Plato (28%)
18. Nel Noddings (24%)
19. Cynics (17%)

Contrary to the above results, I wouldn't be ill after half a pint of shandy, but I'm not a real pissant who is very rarely stable.

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

It happened today

I got fired. My cult days are over. I was fired because I didn't "actively participate" in a meeting with the CEO. I had a headache and said so at the beginning of the meeting, kept my eyes down because the fluorescent lights were bothering me and didn't say a whole lot. After the meeting was over the CEO came to my desk and started berating me about how DARE I attend a meeting in his office and not look him in the eyes and HOW DARE I not participate in one of his holy meetings?

Once again, I looked at him and said very slowly, "I'm not feeling well. That's why I didn't participate".

"I DON'T CARE! IF YOU COME TO A MEETING IN MY OFFICE, YOU HAD BETTER PARTICIPATE!!"

I replied, "FINE!" and turned back to my work, which really pissed him off. He commanded me to the HR manager's office, where he continued to berate me.

"I'M TIRED OF YOUR ATTITUDE! IF YOU CAN'T CHANGE YOUR ATTITUDE, YOU'D BETTER FIND ANOTHER JOB!"

I said, "I've been looking for another job since I got hired!" Oops, wrong thing to say. Or was it?

"TWO WEEKS NOTICE AND SEVERANCE! GET HER OUT OF HERE!"

I was given the closing interview by the HR manager, where she stated that my habit of standing during meetings with my arms crossed, looking downward, meant that I was "defiant". Children are defiant against parents; rebels against governments, but the adjective really doesn't apply to employees of mortgage companies. I could be wrong....They only want employees there who can be happy little robots with no sense of humor, no sense of dignity and no sense of self-preservation.

I packed up my stuffed animals into my tote bag and left with my supervisor following me, bawling her eyes out. I feel bad for her, but she's put up with that shit for over 6 years now. She can have it.

My best days are coming......