It’s Wednesday, April 29, 2009 and some folks are making a fuss about this being President Obama’s 100th day in office. Render hand salute. 100 down, 1,350 to go. I don’t know how or why we decided that 100 days is of any significance. It’s like 3 months, plus change. It’s about half of a standard probationary employment period. While I have serious umbrage with the way he’s handled my dough, I have to say that there are some pluses. For one, Canada hasn’t declared war on us (like they’d have a chance anyway) and our present space-time continuum has not imploded. I am however extremely disappointed with his utter idleness in eradicating the Swiss.
Putting hats on people is hard:
Chris called in sick again today.
Maybe I’m made of sterner stuff, but I can’t remember the last time I called in sick. I’ve been sent home a couple times because my boss didn’t want the hassle of having me die on duty, but I have usually managed to pull it together enough to at least get it in my chair at the appointed time. I’ve also been exceedingly blessed that I’ve never had any serious maladies to date. So maybe I’m just lucky.
On the other hand, I do find myself getting to be thinner of skin these days. I’m about one more pissy trouble ticket comment away from wringing someone’s scrawny neck. I don’t use the trouble ticket system to vent my bullshit on anyone else and dammit, I require the same. Get your poop in a group and grow up or find yourself a participant in a contest of wills, which you will lose.
In other news, the nurses at St Vincent are signing union cards tonight. This is actually kind of sad in that the administration has been so dicked up for so long that the nurses are taking this action. I mean just a few months ago, the administration got to see what 800+ nurses look like, up close and in person. Should have paid attention there, slick. Given the amount of aggravation my wife has had from the so-called “supervisors” there, it’s my hope that the CEO will shit-can a bunch of these people. I know if I had an outfit go union on me, somebody is getting their walking papers. I know these people have been getting in my joy more often than I’m willing to tolerate.
Plus, there’s some nitwit on the Gazette discussion thing that’s been trying to troll bait me, but I had to lay the p0wnage down on ‘em. After all, she was right in that you should not argue with idiots.
Speaking of which, some of the people that participate in the discussion are okay. They state their position clearly and to the degree possible, concisely. Others post little gems like these:
As if these are gonna change anybody’s mind. Shit like this reminds me of the loud mouth drunk at the bar who figures he/she is right because they’re yelling the loudest. I sometimes engage them, but for the most part, I’m reminded of the words of Charles Caleb Colton: “The soundest argument will produce no more conviction in an empty head than the most superficial declamation; as a feather and a guinea fall with equal velocity in a vacuum.”
