Turkey writing about turkey
Well, I'm glad to see that two out of three of my commenting readers agree that weirdness is afoot at my job site, and it wasn't all just an artifact of biorhythm upset caused by staying up all night every night in a place with zero stimulation. Thanks Jay and Fictional Correspondant!
I relieved that guy when I started my shift last night. He was in a much better mood, but wouldn't leave! Am I such an exciting and dynamic guy? He seemed hungry for conversation from me or something. I told you the site lacked stimulation!
Oh, and one of the bike patrol guys said that they never noticed this new guy leave the office and do rounds. But I know he did at least once, because every door in the building was unlocked! Sheesh. :P
He also, on his report, noted the time he did his last patrol. Which is odd, because I was on the site by then, and that guy didn't move. Honestly, am I the only one whose report reflects what's actually done? :P
I mentioned having to deadbolt all those doors in my report, and when my S/S came in three quarters of an hour early to relieve me (a surprise that normally would have been great, but I was meeting the 'rents at a specific time and so couldn't really take advantage of it) I mentioned as a joke that the new guy apparently lived in a quantum state that let him do two different things at once. His response?
"I don't care as long as nothing happens."
Oh, that's swell. Carte blanche to be a jag-off unless something happens? But that means when something does happen (and it will, eventually), you're unprepared and unable to do your job properly.
In fact, you're not even doing your job in the first place, since the job isn't "sit there and get paid for doing jack shit". I find this attitude incredibly irritating. So it all goes into my notebook for the day I have to defend myself.
So this morning my mom and stepdad were waiting for me as I got off the SkyTrain. Sounds ominous, non?
Fortunately, they weren't there to ambush me. They'd brought me a "care package" since I wasn't there for Christmas. Now, I didn't really pay any attention to what mom hauled into my kitchen, but I just went and had a look now. Sheesh!
Apparently I'm playing garbage disposal now, since there's a bag of turkey that I could curl and get my biceps up another size. There's some ham in there. Buns. An entire sealed package of pepperoni sticks (definitely stepdad's contribution), cookies, butter tarts, buns, and candy and chocolate enough to put me into a sugar coma.
Also, some highly suspicious bananas that need to be eaten now.
So how am I supposed to get by on merely sullen resentment with all this food in the house? I guess I'll bulk up instead. :P
I've been following the news (like everybody else who's not been rendered completely insensitive by the woes of the world for the past fifty years) about that quake and successive waves that killed so many and destroyed so much. And it's awful.
That said... things like this have their uses for the living. Now hear me out, because this is tenuous and likely to be explained badly.
Australia has said that they'll immediately begin studying to see if it's feasable for them to build a sensor network and warning system in the area. Because a part of the reason for such a high mortality rate was that nobody called anybody else to say "Yo, mondo wave coming your way! RUN!"
There's not even any protocols in place for that.
But if that changes, that will (in a very minor as far as day-to-day operations go) bind a bunch of countries together in a way that they weren't before. And that's pretty important, in my opinion. The more mutual interest conditions that varying people share, the more people are at least willing to listen to each other, and possibly even to work with each other.
And I think the world needs more of that.
And hopefully such "we versus me" thinking will extend itself to more and more of day to day affairs.
There used to be something called the McDonalds Peace Principle or some such. Basically that no two countries that both had McDonalds restaurants had ever gone to war with each other. I'm not sure if it's still valid, but it wasn't that low quality food and green shakes on St. Patrick's Day somehow promoted peace, it was that democratic controlled-capitalist countries tend to have more to gain by working with each other than by going into conflict beyond the negotiation table.
And about diplomacy, and even national politics... how sometimes the various sides will appear to be stalemated over a single issue that gets blown way out of proportion. Gay marriage and "family values" in the recent US campaign. Kasmir between India and Pakistan. Who's got the biggest dick, between Russia and Chechnya.
In physics, when you're attempting to describe something so you can apply a "fix" to it, you bracket parts you can't immediately deal with and work around them, hoping they'll resolve themselves or a solution will appear as a result of the work you do on the rest of the equation. I'm aware that human interaction on any level beyond the lever and pulley motion of walking appears not to be an exercise in physics, but how about bracketing some of these problems guys, and just working on the stuff you can do. Don't get an F on the test because you get stuck on question two, you know?
From The Onion, an opinion poll of Canadian immigration under fire in the US. I love these things. :)
Come on, United States. Learning to accept change is a sign of maturity. Enjoy spending your future begging for it on the corner. Kidding! I'm such a kidder! ;)
And finally, people bitch and complain about national health care here. People here complain that it costs too much money (morons, while it might become more cost effective, health is priceless), and people down south across the border talk about it like it's a bad idea and offers less quality (true, although good care for all is better than spectacular care for a few).
On the other hand, when healthcare is on a pay basis only, you end up with leading paragraphs like this:
"MIAMI-December 27, 2004 — A shared quest for external beauty took a macabre twist when a financially squeezed doctor who lost his medical license injected himself, his girlfriend and another couple with the paralyzing botulism toxin instead of the low-dose derivative Botox."
Read the rest here, at Botched Botox Paralyzes 3.
I relieved that guy when I started my shift last night. He was in a much better mood, but wouldn't leave! Am I such an exciting and dynamic guy? He seemed hungry for conversation from me or something. I told you the site lacked stimulation!
Oh, and one of the bike patrol guys said that they never noticed this new guy leave the office and do rounds. But I know he did at least once, because every door in the building was unlocked! Sheesh. :P
He also, on his report, noted the time he did his last patrol. Which is odd, because I was on the site by then, and that guy didn't move. Honestly, am I the only one whose report reflects what's actually done? :P
I mentioned having to deadbolt all those doors in my report, and when my S/S came in three quarters of an hour early to relieve me (a surprise that normally would have been great, but I was meeting the 'rents at a specific time and so couldn't really take advantage of it) I mentioned as a joke that the new guy apparently lived in a quantum state that let him do two different things at once. His response?
"I don't care as long as nothing happens."
Oh, that's swell. Carte blanche to be a jag-off unless something happens? But that means when something does happen (and it will, eventually), you're unprepared and unable to do your job properly.
In fact, you're not even doing your job in the first place, since the job isn't "sit there and get paid for doing jack shit". I find this attitude incredibly irritating. So it all goes into my notebook for the day I have to defend myself.
So this morning my mom and stepdad were waiting for me as I got off the SkyTrain. Sounds ominous, non?
Fortunately, they weren't there to ambush me. They'd brought me a "care package" since I wasn't there for Christmas. Now, I didn't really pay any attention to what mom hauled into my kitchen, but I just went and had a look now. Sheesh!
Apparently I'm playing garbage disposal now, since there's a bag of turkey that I could curl and get my biceps up another size. There's some ham in there. Buns. An entire sealed package of pepperoni sticks (definitely stepdad's contribution), cookies, butter tarts, buns, and candy and chocolate enough to put me into a sugar coma.
Also, some highly suspicious bananas that need to be eaten now.
So how am I supposed to get by on merely sullen resentment with all this food in the house? I guess I'll bulk up instead. :P
I've been following the news (like everybody else who's not been rendered completely insensitive by the woes of the world for the past fifty years) about that quake and successive waves that killed so many and destroyed so much. And it's awful.
That said... things like this have their uses for the living. Now hear me out, because this is tenuous and likely to be explained badly.
Australia has said that they'll immediately begin studying to see if it's feasable for them to build a sensor network and warning system in the area. Because a part of the reason for such a high mortality rate was that nobody called anybody else to say "Yo, mondo wave coming your way! RUN!"
There's not even any protocols in place for that.
But if that changes, that will (in a very minor as far as day-to-day operations go) bind a bunch of countries together in a way that they weren't before. And that's pretty important, in my opinion. The more mutual interest conditions that varying people share, the more people are at least willing to listen to each other, and possibly even to work with each other.
And I think the world needs more of that.
And hopefully such "we versus me" thinking will extend itself to more and more of day to day affairs.
There used to be something called the McDonalds Peace Principle or some such. Basically that no two countries that both had McDonalds restaurants had ever gone to war with each other. I'm not sure if it's still valid, but it wasn't that low quality food and green shakes on St. Patrick's Day somehow promoted peace, it was that democratic controlled-capitalist countries tend to have more to gain by working with each other than by going into conflict beyond the negotiation table.
And about diplomacy, and even national politics... how sometimes the various sides will appear to be stalemated over a single issue that gets blown way out of proportion. Gay marriage and "family values" in the recent US campaign. Kasmir between India and Pakistan. Who's got the biggest dick, between Russia and Chechnya.
In physics, when you're attempting to describe something so you can apply a "fix" to it, you bracket parts you can't immediately deal with and work around them, hoping they'll resolve themselves or a solution will appear as a result of the work you do on the rest of the equation. I'm aware that human interaction on any level beyond the lever and pulley motion of walking appears not to be an exercise in physics, but how about bracketing some of these problems guys, and just working on the stuff you can do. Don't get an F on the test because you get stuck on question two, you know?
From The Onion, an opinion poll of Canadian immigration under fire in the US. I love these things. :)
Come on, United States. Learning to accept change is a sign of maturity. Enjoy spending your future begging for it on the corner. Kidding! I'm such a kidder! ;)
And finally, people bitch and complain about national health care here. People here complain that it costs too much money (morons, while it might become more cost effective, health is priceless), and people down south across the border talk about it like it's a bad idea and offers less quality (true, although good care for all is better than spectacular care for a few).
On the other hand, when healthcare is on a pay basis only, you end up with leading paragraphs like this:
"MIAMI-December 27, 2004 — A shared quest for external beauty took a macabre twist when a financially squeezed doctor who lost his medical license injected himself, his girlfriend and another couple with the paralyzing botulism toxin instead of the low-dose derivative Botox."
Read the rest here, at Botched Botox Paralyzes 3.
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