Sunday, March 1, 2009

Stop the Remakes!!

I read somewhere that there is a plan in Hollywood to remake the great hockey movie Slap Shot. Does anyone think they could possibly improve on the original? The original has PAUL NEWMAN in it and how can you improve on him? The problem is that they’ll probably get someone lame like Adam Sandler to replace him. Plus how do you replace the Hanson Brothers? Impossible! It’ll be just like the last lame remake of a sports movie. Remember The Longest Yard with Adam Sandler? I only watched it once and it still makes me nauseous.

The best thing anyone who is planning on doing this can do is to JUST SAY NO!

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The Hitler “Youth”

Back in November, a Shop Rite in my area refused to make a birthday cake for a 3-year old boy because of his name. The boy’s name?

Adolf Hitler Johnson.

Yup. His less than intelligent parents named him that because they admire Adolf Hitler. They also used names of some of Hitler’s top aides to name their two daughters although in the case of one daughter, they spelled her middle name as Hinnler instead of Himmler. Daddy and Mommy are obviously not well read…surprise, surprise.

The father could not understand how Shop Rite would refuse to make a cake for his 3-year old because of his “unique” name. Typical of some obviously uneducated neo-nazi asshole to not realize or acknowledge how this would offend people.

In early January, New Jersey child service authorities removed all three children from the home because it was deemed not safe. It doesn’t necessarily mean that the parents are abusing the children, but the buttheads have guaranteed an ass-whuppin’ per day for the kids.

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Octomom

By now I’m sure everyone has heard about this idiot…the asshole who already had six kids then decided to have six more, only to have six turn into eight? She did all this while not having a job, no means of any support and absolutely NO prospects of immediate employment. She also lives with her parents, who have a 3-bedroom house, which recently had foreclosure procedures started because there had been no mortgage payments made since May 2008. This means there will be 17 people living in a 3-bedrooom house that the grandparents may not even have in the future.

Seems to me that the mother (I won’t call her an idiot or a moron anymore because that gives idiots and morons a bad name) is hoping the rest of us will feel bad for her and her children and make all sorts of donations to help support her family. It’ll probably happen because people will feel that otherwise the children will suffer.

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My Job

As you’ve read before, I work as a customer service rep for an auto/home insurance company (can you smell the irony?). Our department is set up into what are called “teams.” There are about 8 teams that have about 12-13 people per team under the direction of what the company calls a manager. I was recently moved from one team to another team that has a bunch of relatively new people. Fine, like I had a choice.

Now, you have to realize that the guy who is the head of our department likes to make what are very cryptic statements about our job and such. For example, and several occasions he has made mention to me of the fact that I am “one of the more tenured reps in the department.” My thought to that is usually, “Yeah, that and $1.35 can get me a soda from the vending machine.” I don’t say it out loud, because I figure why piss him off for no reason (see Dean, I can get along with my bosses), and there’s no point to saying it out loud anyway.

About two weeks ago, the department head said the following, “You’re the most tenured rep on Rich’s team (Rich being my manager) and that he could use the extra help from an experienced person with the new people on the team.” At this point, I was really tempted to grab him, shake him vigorously while yelling, “What the hell are you talking about!? Please speak in plain English!” I mean how in the hell can I be of any assistance when I’m on the phone doing my job? I didn’t shake him or scream at him so I must be getting older and wiser. Or maybe just older and lazier. Anyway.

A couple of days later, I finally figured out what the hell this guy means. He trying to say, “You’ve been here long enough, why aren’t you volunteering to take one more responsibility and do more work at the same pay?” The only part I can’t figure out is why he keeps asking me, since near as I can tell, he doesn’t ask anyone else this. Hmmm.

Maybe he should just ask me to “volunteer” for something so I can say no and we can move on with our lives.

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Th-Th-Th-That’s all folks. Get back to work.