Clicks and Flying Potatoes

Are you gainfully employed?  What I mean by gainfully employed is that you have a job where you can sustain yourself and perhaps a couple of dependents AND have health and retirement benefits?  If yes, congratulations.  Sure, there are plenty of jobs out there.  The caveat is that those jobs don't pay anything and they don't lead to a sustainable career.  It's really the modern version of slavery.  The tip jar on the counter is dressed up panhandling.

OK.........back on topic.  You have a job.  Contratulations.

Now, it's about keeping that job.  Yes, we all have little games that are played.  There's the office shark who is sweet to your face but is stabbing you in the back talking trash about you to everybody else so you get passed up on the promotion.  There's the demanding boss who is looking for blind loyalty much like Hitler.

Let's focus on management for a moment and the demanding, manipulating boss.  You know, the boss who sends out emails at zero dark thirty on a Sunday.  Boss is really phishing to see who is actually reading them and when.  With the advances in technology many employers send email with tracking capabilities to see who opens them and when.  If there's additional information, say a video, it tracks if you watched it.  Boss receives a report as to which employees open the email and also when.  It also tracks who opened the embedded attachments.  It's a thermometer to your do-I-give-a-shit about the company or not. 

Creepy and intrusive, right?  I miss the old days of the company newsletter that arrived via snail mail.  Nobody could track if you actually read it or not. 

Remember the golden rule:  NOTHING YOU DO ONLINE IS PRIVATE.

This is how you beat them at their own game.  Always open the emails from Boss.  Never delete them without opening.  If you're looking for brownie points, click on the embedded articles and videos.  While that's all playing, go about your business.  Get coffee.  Do laundry.  Whatever.  Mute the volume on the company propaganda media and open up something amusing like this.

Boss thinks you actually care.  

ghosts in the house

...today was an anomaly.   I was actually HOME.  Yes, I was at home, but I was working from my home office....ALONE.  HOME ALONE...something that does not happen very often. 

My husband has been saying for some time that when he comes home from work (he works the swing shift) he takes a nap.  He has been saying for some time that he has been awakened by the sounds of foot steps and other noises in the house that seem to come from the kitchen area.

Nobody else is home.

Today I experienced it twice.  I was cleaning the kitchen and I heard the sound of something brushing up against the door between the kitchen and the garage.  I thought that it could have been the cat.  Nope.  The cat was sleeping on the couch in the living room.  Hummmmph.  I went about my cleaning not thinking anything.

Until now....  I'm settling down for the night.  I just heard a door quasi-slam shut.  Huh???? WTF???  Which door?????  I got up out of the computer chair to take a quick look around and nothing is out of the ordinary.

I have been having strange, surreal dreams of late.  I can't go into detail as they involve people from my past and present trying to communicate with me.  

YES!!!!!!  I DO HEAR YOU!!!!

Earth, Wind, and Fire

When I'm in a funk I always turn to 70's FUNK.  It brings me always to a happy place and time.

....and then onto Boogie Wonderland..


Suddenly....I'm in a better mood.  Tomorrow night I'm going to an African Band concert and I'm so EXCITED!!!  Yes!!!!  White girl gets down.

Anti Social

Quiet Rage is pretty much anti-social.  Why?  Because humans as a species is really a let down.  You all clamor and climb over whomever you can screw over next to gratify your ego or social status. 

Not impressed.

Yes, I treasure my own company.  I can't wait to be alone in my bubble without any of your asshole-ish noise.  I don't need any of you.  I pay my own bills, do my own work, save my own money, don't broadcast stupid shit on social media and beg for money via "go fund me" or whatever modern begging form has taken shape along with derelicts holding cardboard signs on the corner.  I don't demand attention nor recognition.  Just leave me alone. 

(dreaming.....only if)  ......If you all would only just leave me alone.

Everyday I delete thousands of email spam.  Everyday I toss out adds and solicitations from the mailbox.  Everyday I receive robocalls from god only knows where.  

there is no peace.

I'm to the point where I'm just going to unplug.  think  about it.  Only truly important stuff gets communicated via personal snail message or personal phone call.  The rest of it is just "look at me" noise.  Even this dumb-ass blog is stupid noise.  However, I write it for me...not for you.  I don't clog your inbox begging for you to read this.  I don't need your "likes" on facebook.  You're here because you choose to be.  Nobody is prompting you to be here. 

Yeah, I really don't care much for people.  You all are a disappointing suck on the universe and other resources without giving back ...  in so many ways.  So...... fuck off. 

Fantasy Football Draft

Once a year my husband hosts his fantasy football draft.  Why?  I don't know.  None of the other guys are allowed to host it.  Their wives throw a hissy fit.  One wife made the guys actually piss in a bucket outside because she did not want anybody using her bathroom.  Gross.  It's no big deal for me to host and set up seating for them and make a big batch of something for them to eat.  I'm used to crowds at my house.  ....I don't make anybody piss outside in a bucket, either.

Each year pretty much the same guys show up.  Most of them are guys who grew up in Marin County and they all know each other from way back, and are related to others in the group.  It's weird because some of them were teachers and principals when my kids were going through school.  Yes, they are sometimes in their underwear when it's blasted hot and farting in my chair.  I would never dream of taking a picture and posting to social media as they are entitled to their off-time with their guard down.  I respect that. 

Anyway, I don't mind the guys here and to be perfectly honest they are the cleanest, easiest group I host all year.  They go above and beyond picking up after themselves.  Yes, they are loud and alcohol is involved.  Lots of alcohol.  I feel comfortable sharing a piece of paper left behind from the draft that show the effect alcohol has on ones writing.  I can't read the bottom, can you? 

I get such a kick out of them.  They always make me laugh until my stomach hurts.  I feel honored that they don't feel the need to censor themselves on my account. 

Anybody See the Irony?

Is the irony lost on everybody?  Aircraft emissions are a huge contributor to pollution and harmful to our increasingly deteriorating environment.  I couldn't help but notice the two articles next to each other:  One about airport expansion at the Santa Rosa Airport,  the other about the growing impact of global warming.