*Sways Head* Oh, No You Didn't

Oh yes, they did. They finally did it. They pencil-fucked my schedule. As I stated in a previous post, the quickest way to get us to crawl up their asses or walk out the door would be to change our 4/10 work schedule. Now they want us there 5 days/week, some of us working 0700-1600 and others working 0900-1800 on a weekly rotation. Umm...do they realize what the fuckin' traffic is like between 8 and 9am in Houston? I'd have to leave the house at 6am just to make it on time anyway.

That's not the worst part. The worst part is it's going to cost me more to go into work, effectively taking food from my kid's mouth. Get this shit: I carpool to work with 2 other guys. So I only drive once every 3 weeks. Saves an assload on gas. Now it's going to not only cost me 2 weeks worth of gas more per month since I can no longer carpool with the schedule change, but working the extra day per week is essentially costing me 3 weeks worth of gas per month more (in comparison w/ a 4 day work week). Vehicle maintenance...more. Child care...more, since I arrive later and have to work Fridays. Oh yeah, and my second job? That's pretty much making a swirly down the shitter unless I want to work 7 days a week. That sucks major goat balls. Or I could work one day a week, but then why bother?

I was trying to remain pretty much neutral and see things from both sides' perspectives. But this...this means the gloves are off. We're supposed to have a "cuss and discuss" session on Tuesday. They're going to hear my opinion about this, like it or not. Oh, yeah...and never to be stuck in one spot, I called my old boss. They have a position open. All I have to do is apply. Let's see...I do less than I do at my present job, 4-6k more per year, and a company vehicle. And overtime, not this comp-time bullshit that they make us do here. And back to a 4/10 schedule.

Let's see what LT Fatass and his laughing chimp the project manager have to say. Cliff (the project manager) is a brown-nosing ballsack tarzan that hardly moves from his position under LT Fatass' desk. He likes to spy on us and report anything and everything back to the LT. If he stays during our little pow-wow session, I'm going to request that he leave. And I'm not going to be nice about it. I don't wanna hear shit come out of his suckmuscle, mainly because none of this pertains to him and he's an annoying little fuck. So his presence is not needed nor wanted.

Edit: WTF kinda circus is this? They've changed our hours again. This time we're all working from 0730-1630. Kinda defeats the "purpose" that they had for staggering our schedules, so that we have coverage from 0700 until 1800. GMAFB! What a load of dumbasses they have in charge.

Don't Get Too Technical

Being in the line of work that I am, I get the odd favor asked of me every once in a while of "Hey, can you fix my..." I've been brought everything from toasters to TV's. This time it's a computer. I've had my fair share of experience with hardware and software, so it's not real hard. I'm just taking my time with it. Carlos is a friend, but he's pretty ignorant when it comes to computers. I'm not saying it like it's a bad thing, just it's not something he's interested enough in I guess. He's kinda like my wife when it comes to computers, and with her, it's the same for cars too. Basically get in, turn the damn thing on and go. My wife is still trying to understand the concept of vehicle maintenance. She seems to think that when you buy a car, you shouldn't have to spend any money on it to keep it running.

Back to the computer. Some dude looked it over and told him he needed more memory. Or at least that's what he thinks he said. Actually what it needs is a total replacement of the mobo (motherboard). And the CPU. And the video card. And the hard drive. Turns out it's got a 380MHz CPU, 4MB integrated video card and a whopping 4GB hard drive. There's nothing you can do to this thing to make it fast. Except replace the parts with faster stuff. So I did what I could do to minimize the slowness, and I'll be giving it back to him probably this weekend.

That ain't all, oh no. While I was in the middle of giving that monstrosity the once over, my wife's computer decides to go tits-up. Wonderful. Allow me to modify a prior saying:

"If it's got tits, tires, or 'trons (electronics), it's gonna be trouble."

I May Be Going to Hell, But I'm Enjoying the Ride

Greed:	High
Gluttony:	High
Wrath:	Very High
Sloth:	Very High
Envy:	Low
Lust:	Medium
Pride:	High

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