I realize that we are now in the heart of May, and summer is upon us, but winter images like this one just warm my heart! For true fans.... there is no off-season.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Off-season
I realize that we are now in the heart of May, and summer is upon us, but winter images like this one just warm my heart! For true fans.... there is no off-season.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
How to be a Douche Bag on only $195,000 a year...
"I suppose your expecting a nice gratuity...maybe next time" --Ted Underhill
Douche bags come in many forms...the obvious, and sometimes surprisingly subtle, just like this one. This discussion will focus on the latter-- but first...
Douche bags come in many forms...the obvious, and sometimes surprisingly subtle, just like this one. This discussion will focus on the latter-- but first...
The code of this blog is "What Would Rambo Do?" And I must confess that up until now in my life I have mostly failed that code. Perhaps I should define the W.W.R.D. code as it applies to everyday life. It is very simple. Do what is right and just all the time, and when you see others that don't, call THEM on that shit.
The bitter woman that refuses to acknowledge your gesture to hold open the door for while you stand in the rain to let her in ahead of you-- and she ignores you as though your not even there. Could it be that up until now an invisible door fairy was at her beck and call?
The bitter woman that refuses to acknowledge your gesture to hold open the door for while you stand in the rain to let her in ahead of you-- And she ignores you as though your not even there. Could it be that up until now an invisible door fairy was at her beck and call?
Could she ignore this guy?
Or how about this nice down to earth scenario, your the newly appointed City Manager of a medium sized mid-western town with possibly the cheapest cost of living in the country, and you find your self solo having lunch before an important meeting on the other side of town. You're in a hurry so you belly up to the counter and quickly order the sandwich special of the day. A $6.99 pork rap w/ salad. Nice. Just in and out. Your presented with your check, and armed with a crisp $20 bill in hand, your are informed at checkout that another patron has noticed you, and picked up your check. "Who paid for my meal?" you ask. You are pointed in the direction of an older male patron that you at first don't recognize. Is it a fellow city employee whose identity your have not yet committed to memory? Or perhaps just a citizen knowledgeable of your recent job placement that wished to assume the roll of city ambassador, and wish you a happy new year with a simple token of civic appreciation for the hard effort your job will require of the year to come. You slip your $20 bill back into your pocket and venture through the lunch crowd to extend your thanks to the well-wisher...
Fine. Great. The above actions I have absolutely no problem with, I have on occasion committed similar acts of random generosity. I had also had such acts bestowed upon my self. Now listen very closely because what happens next is what separates decent people from being total…absolute…douche bags.
…your thanks extended you return to the checkout next to the exit and begin patting your self down as if your unsure where your wallet is ask this, "Oh, so I don't owe anything? Well...I should probably tip then huh...?” you ask. You're told that the well-wisher will cover the tip as well? (still patting your pockets mind you say) “Oh, huh...OK. Bye" And you leave.
Nutshell time. You make $195k a year. I'm happy for you. I do not begrudge your status, or your salary. But when someone picked up your less then $10 lunch, the class act would have been to not ask if you have to leave a tip for the waitress, you just leave one. Break the $20, leave a $5 bill and be on your marry way. A lack of class screams when you think no one is looking. Raise your hand if you don't understand?
"Yes, very good. I'll have a Bloody Mary and a steak sandwich and... a steak sandwich, please." -- Fletch
The bitter woman that refuses to acknowledge your gesture to hold open the door for while you stand in the rain to let her in ahead of you-- and she ignores you as though your not even there. Could it be that up until now an invisible door fairy was at her beck and call?
The bitter woman that refuses to acknowledge your gesture to hold open the door for while you stand in the rain to let her in ahead of you-- And she ignores you as though your not even there. Could it be that up until now an invisible door fairy was at her beck and call?
Could she ignore this guy?
Or how about this nice down to earth scenario, your the newly appointed City Manager of a medium sized mid-western town with possibly the cheapest cost of living in the country, and you find your self solo having lunch before an important meeting on the other side of town. You're in a hurry so you belly up to the counter and quickly order the sandwich special of the day. A $6.99 pork rap w/ salad. Nice. Just in and out. Your presented with your check, and armed with a crisp $20 bill in hand, your are informed at checkout that another patron has noticed you, and picked up your check. "Who paid for my meal?" you ask. You are pointed in the direction of an older male patron that you at first don't recognize. Is it a fellow city employee whose identity your have not yet committed to memory? Or perhaps just a citizen knowledgeable of your recent job placement that wished to assume the roll of city ambassador, and wish you a happy new year with a simple token of civic appreciation for the hard effort your job will require of the year to come. You slip your $20 bill back into your pocket and venture through the lunch crowd to extend your thanks to the well-wisher...
Fine. Great. The above actions I have absolutely no problem with, I have on occasion committed similar acts of random generosity. I had also had such acts bestowed upon my self. Now listen very closely because what happens next is what separates decent people from being total…absolute…douche bags.
…your thanks extended you return to the checkout next to the exit and begin patting your self down as if your unsure where your wallet is ask this, "Oh, so I don't owe anything? Well...I should probably tip then huh...?” you ask. You're told that the well-wisher will cover the tip as well? (still patting your pockets mind you say) “Oh, huh...OK. Bye" And you leave.
Nutshell time. You make $195k a year. I'm happy for you. I do not begrudge your status, or your salary. But when someone picked up your less then $10 lunch, the class act would have been to not ask if you have to leave a tip for the waitress, you just leave one. Break the $20, leave a $5 bill and be on your marry way. A lack of class screams when you think no one is looking. Raise your hand if you don't understand?
"Yes, very good. I'll have a Bloody Mary and a steak sandwich and... a steak sandwich, please." -- Fletch
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Some people are just to stupid too know how stupid they really are...
"How bout I just call you stupid, Stupid!" --Cy Tolliver
I will never understand how some people live in this world? How do they dress or feed themselves? Everyday I get asked to answer questions from people who think "Outside the Box" is akin to thinking "Outside the Bun". You know the type, they know the answer- but ask you the question anyway. Why? To make you think they are trying extra hard at their job? But they forget that they asked you the same damn weak question last week and all they are now doing is showing you how stupid they really are. Or the employees that drone on and on about how hard a worker they are, and how they never miss work due to illness, yet they seem to exhaust their annual sick time by Memorial day.
"Well...the world needs ditch diggers too..." --Judge Smails
"Well...the world needs ditch diggers too..." --Judge Smails
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