Do I Have To Do That!

I wanna believe that I'm one of the more truly civilized and logic driven creations that the Lord designed, but its a challenge to maintain when arrangements that I set with the understanding that the other party was going honor our agreement. I hold up my part, give there on time, do the work, go and come back to break and lunch on time, if they need me to early or stay over I do it. I expect to be paid time & a half, not straight, but time & a half! The good people at the branch office must think I work for them to improve my health or because I enjoy spending 60 hours a week at the job site. It surely can't be that I wanna be paid, judging by the way they play with my money.

I was anticipating, while waiting for my check, that I was going to have to go to the office to fix another pay discrepancy, but by the grace of God, they got it right, this time! I felt like calling those pinheads and congratulating them for finally learning how to do payroll correctly. I decided not to because its what they suppose to do, so they don't get props for doing their reasonable service. They give me a 3 dollar raise, then I might give them more respect. Right now, those suckas are still batting zero!

Just Can't Get Right!

Got my latest check stub and wouldn't you know, it's wrong! Man can a honest brother work on a job without his check being short?! Called the labor board and they want me to fill out a claim form. That will probably take months before I see any of my money. I gave my field manager a call because he's the only one that remotely tries to help me in that whole outfit. We put on our thinking caps and discovered that they are paying me using a weighted averaged method that is suppose to be used for associates who worked at other sites, besides their regular site. Because I'm a flex officer I get paid a fixed rate at any site I work, so that weighted average thing should not be applied in my situation.
I'm waking up early to go to their office and get this thing right. The field manager told that I'll be cut a check right then and there. I truly hope that will be the outcome. You see, at this point I'm starting to feel as though I'm being screwed with and I don't like that feeling.

Still Messing Up My Money

My last post I mentioned that the company that employs me had shorted me on my last check. I went to the office with the intent of speaking directly to the branch manager, but of course, he was not there. I had to settle with bringing the matter to the field manager's attention, which was alright because he's a good chap. He looked over the situation and acknowledged that company indeed owed me some money and he would correct this asap. He just asked if could call in a couple of days to see where he was in the process of getting this problem fixed. I agreed. 2 days later I called him at the office, but he was not there, so I figured he might have passed the information to the branch manager, so I gave him a call.
After the brief phone conversation with the branch manager, I'm glad I didn't speak to him in person. The guy didn't even want to admit that the company owed me money and when he finally did, he was like it was only 4 hours. They owe me a grand total of $297.00. I wanted to pulled that punk through the phone and stomp him like the rat he is, but I would be wrong. The law will throw me in jail and I'm not doing time for a sucker like that, so I'll play it smart. I spoke with the field manager again and he assured me that my missing money will show on my next check.
I give till thursday and if my money is not looking the way I expect it to be, I'm going to sic the state labor on those fools!

They Should Know Better

I'm sitting at the desk in front of the ER entrance. My job is to escort visitors, patients, and anyone who can't access the security doors into the ER. Mainly, I'm there to keep undesirable people from messing up the doctors and nurses flow. They're in the business of saving lives, so I do what I can to help make their jobs as easy as possible. I don't do it for their appreciation because I get a strong sense that most of the staff could less about me, but I do it because I respect their profession. May God bless them for being able to deal with the crazy spaced out folks that come thru the doors everyday. Drunk and smoked out doped up sick people coughing all over everybody and everything. I be feeling like putting some of those worn down dogs out of their suffering.
You have the people who come to the ER and register because they don't have anywhere else to go, which if they go sit in the corner and sleep, then I really don't have a problem with them. Its the crazy homeless folks who make noise and bother other people that make my job difficult. The triage nurses get snappy with those down trodden ones, now I'm on point because if a homeless nut take off on a nurse's chin, it looks bad on me. I step in and try to cool down the situation till the deputies come to the rescue, the deps have guns, so everything becomes easy real fast. I can ease back and let the guys making 100 racks a year handle things.
The worst people are the ones who consistently complain about the ER process being too slow. They believe the county hospital should be as quick as a drive thru burger joint. Most folks who stroll thru the doors of the hospital have no insurance and if they do, they choose to come. They could have went to Kaiser, Summit, or Mount Eden, but for whatever reason they came to Highland County Hospital, so they should shut up and wait. Everyone that's not a trauma or med code has to wait about 6 to 8 hours, but some people think that they're more sick and more important then all the other people in the ER and sometimes I remind them that they're not being held hostage they're free to leave anytime they want to. I offer to even give them the "express treatment" by tossing them from the doors to the side walk in about 2 seconds. Bottom line any person with sense the size of a grain of rice knows that going to the ER takes a lot of time. If you don't wanna wait you should get some medical insurance and see a doctor by appointment.

Getting Away With It

My check was short! Once again its missing hours, the hours they paid me for are at a lower rate then what I agreed to work for. I called the federal, state, and local labor boards all to no benefit to me. It seems that they were more concerned with protecting my employer's right to cheat me, than protecting my rights. The past two weeks I have worked a combined 36 hours of overtime some of which includes shifts that I had worked on Veterans Day and Thanksgiving. I was only given credit for only 12 hours overtime and no holiday pay was included on my check. I'm classified with this company as a flex officer, so my standard rate of pay is $12.00 an hour. 36 of the hours I was credited for were at the rate of $10.05 an hour and the 12 overtime hours were paid at $15.08. The regular rate should be 12 and the overtime should be 18. I'm short at least $200.00. To be exact they owe another $252.00, so they really to get that squared away all nicely if they know what's good for them.
There's many other things I could be doing with my time besides guarding over the good people Highland General Hospital, especially if I'm not getting paid correctly. Later today I'm heading over to the branch office. I was inform that they are expecting me, so that gives me reason to be encouraged that they are willing to make good and give me my papers. I'll continue this tomorrow and let you all know how everything plays out, so till then God Bless you!

Hold My Piece

As I progress forward to my destination most things that are in front of me direct themselves out of my way. The bronze-copper skinned ones do it, to some extent, but the pale-pinkish ones do it almost in every instance. Acting as if they are afraid of me. Move out the way quicker than quick as if touching me is like coming in contact with living toxic waste. Avoiding the slightest eye contact because the poison of my being would shoot into their sockets, encapsulate and dissolve their brain away. Hearts skip a beat when I suddenly just appear before them, their lives pass them by in a flash, them expecting a swift death from this cold blooded killer.

Part of me wants to lash out and dish them a heavy portion of the destruction that they believe I have within me, but I don't want to give them the satisfaction of finding justification in painting a gruesome image of my being. Head busting is not a favorite pastime of mine. Its something I get involved with only when there is no other way to go. I don't get off on violence, but if they're bringing a fight to me I've got to get down. The shade of my skin does not determine how prone to throwing hands, but ruff situations brings out the warrior in me. A brother got to be ready go at with those cowards who look at me out the side of their eyes, waiting to jump on me as soon as I let my guard down. I stay on red alert, while appearing as peaceful as a lamb.

Why Go On?

In my existence here on earth it occurs to me that the only thing that really matters to me is the relationships that I share with the people I care about. All this other stuff that tries to pollute my mind and strangle my heart with temporary satisfactions just gets in the way. Measure of who I am by the amount of their junk that I can gather up. The more I can get, the better. If I get a lot quickly, I'd really be awesome to them. Dust those who are most like me, leaving them choking in the exhaust of my ambitions; not caring if they live or die. Even to my worst enemy I couldn't act so cold.
They let me see some of their most beautiful things and even let me taste some of their pretty things in this world, just enough to get me dependent so I can be another one chasing after meaningless things. I should be a knock, out selling every last thread of my being to get a lick of their illusion, but I don't. Blessed much, I keep on with so little, in a place that costs so much to pass time in.
I'm thankful that I can see the true nightmares hiding behind the mirage of dreams; seducing everyone who can't see the ugly monster made to look like a pretty girl. I know exactly what they are, but I play the game because in this world that's the I must function. I don't want to them to know I see, I go thru life appearing to be part of dumb, death, blind clones that eat, drink, and think whatever the deceivers give them. For other folks out there who know the deal about the way things are truly conducted in this world I want you to take comfort in the fact that you are not alone.

Group Interviews: Jaw Jackers

I was part of a group interview and I always get a kick out of that one man/woman who tries to hog all the spotlight by being first to volunteer, to answer questions, ask questions, and going on and on about how they love the company so much. In my mind and in some of the other canidates too, we just want to backhand that clown and make them shut up, so someone else can at least get one word in!

Even the interviewers got tired of old yaketty yak's constant yapping. When jabber jaws hand went up, they would ignore it and call on another person. Guess it was too much for them. Talking is important business, but to really understanding a person needs to listen. Person who is always talking is not interesting in listening because he/she is focused on getting their point across, so their over talking, interrupting, and being a big loud mouth know it all. Listening is a big part of communication, but when a person is jaw jacking all the time it's impossible for them to listen and they sure can't communicate effectively. Unless of course, they're just talking to themselves!

With Out Faith, Money Is Useless!

People put their faith the mighty dollar. They love money more than they love other people. In this world people will lie, cheat, steal and kill just to get money. Each day somewhere in this world, a man or woman, has literally sold his brother up the river just to "come up" on some quick cash. The sad thing is that money by itself is nothing! You can't eat or drink it. It can't be worn as clothing or used as shelter. I've never seen anyone drive a dollar bill across town. You certainly can't have sex with money, but I'm sure some folks have gotten they're rocks off by rolling around naked in a bunch of it. With all that said, money is just a thing we use in this world to get stuff.
Stuff like food, clothes, homes, transportion and other products/services we need. The more money a person has the more stuff they can get. At that point it's a matter of getting whatever you want. With the big bucks its all about obtaining the best that money can buy. There's no crime against living lavish, though many who live in the lap of luxery are selfish, greedy, and look down on poor people.
The down trodden of society or poor folks, the ones refered to as the have nots. They look up at the rich and wealthy wanting to be them, but at the sametime hating them with the passion to kill. All this over some paper that cost a hand fulll of cents to produce, it you has power because people put faith in it. Cash is no better than toilet paper, but people would kill over a stack of money that's buried beneath a pile of elephant dung.
It would be nice to go back to the days when folks did equal swaps. Yall know what I'm speaking of, those when I had something you wanted and you had something I wanted, we did a straight up trade and both walked away happy.
This sucka fake world is so addicted to these green papered demons that they'll never somber up and see the truth. These US Federal Reserve Notes are no more real then the colorful paper used to play monopoly, the difference is that people have trust and faith in the US dollar.

Now That's Legal Stealing!

There are low down punk faced suckas out there sending spam text messages by the hundreds that are raising the phone bills of hard working, honest people, like myself thru the roof. That part is bad enough, but when I report this to good ole ATT they really don't care. They'll block the sender of the text, but they won't remove the charges from the bill. Getting stuck with a mega fat phone bill that caused by some regenage junk text company is sickening.
ATT has technology advanced enough to detect real texts that their customers use and the ones that are junk, but they let it go, hitting up their customer's bill 50 cent a pop. My wireless plan is bundled with my home, long distance, and internet services. I have two cell phones: my plan $110 a month. The newer cell is the one I use for the majority of my business. The older one is used for my few personal calls. Most days I leave the old cell at home, turned off and on the charger. I barely use that phone. Now let me explain this texting fiasco. In my case I might send & receive about 10 text messages a month because I really don't care for text messaging, but I do it when I need to. I do it on my new phone the one I use for business.
Why wouldn't ATT find it strange that I go from 10 to 500 texts in a month? Get this, all of the bogus texts were on the phone that I was barely using. I turn on that phone and try to quicking turn it off because it will be exploding with a gang of in coming text messages that I didn't waste a second of my time reading, I erased them as soon as they would appear. When I'd delete a ton of them its that 2 tons more of those bill gouging parasites would overload my inbox. In three months my bill went from $225 a month all the way to $1100 dollars. I'm looking at my bill online trying to see what is it that I'm doing that's causinng this bill to be so damn high?! I would sometimes view the internet on my cell, so I intitally thought that this was thing running up my bill. I wasn't downloading anything, just looking at scores & pictures. I didn't get any ringtones, songs, or games. I decided to surf the net only with my trusty computer. Thought my bill should drop to normal, but it kept going up and up! Got online and brought up my bill, started searching it for answers to the reason why ATT is trying to knock my top off with these crazy bills. I called those fools and after about 5 minutes of playing around with the robotic voice lady I final got to speak with a real person. Explained to her what was going and she discovered that I was signed up for some services that was texting me offers to be stuff I never wanted nor did I need any of the junk they were sending to my phone. I took her the truth about the whole situation and that was I didn't sign up for that service. She blocked and removed my number from thpse vultures clutches. I was thankful for that, but I wanted them to credit my account for those charges that were result of that phony service. She was understanding giving me compasion as much as she could without giving me a credit. I wasn't asking for a refund check, which I deserve, but just a credit or bill adjustment. Maybe not charge me for wireless for two months and I we would be square. ATT is a mutibillion dollar company they can afford to hook me up for two months, while I allow my checking account to recover from paying those juiced up bills! They were not going for that. They felt I should have caused them sooner, so as far they were concerned to charges were legitimately owed by me. If I would do that to someone I'll be put under the jail for highway robbery. A big fat cat company like ATT do it and they're just collecting their money. If that's not legal stealing, then I don't know what it is. Another party purposely ran up my phone bill by bombarding my phone and I had to pay for the charges. ATT should have went after the spam text service and strong armed them into paying, but its easier to charge me because I need ATT services. I should search for other spam text victims and we should put in a class action lawsuit against those clowns!

Speaking Bad On Rap!

Many people in the media these days do much negative talk on rap music. Yes, they're entitled to having their own unique of opinions, but most times these people show their ignorance of rap in their criticism of it. Crying about the words they say and the effect that rap has on children, causing women to become whores and men to become pimps. All the violence in the ghettos across this country was caused by young men who listened to rap music. People will get 5 minutes of facetime on CNN, FOX news, and other news stations will delightfully put a camera on any dingbat willing to get on the air and boo hoo on how rap is tearing this society down.
They pull couple of lines from afew songs and present that as evidence of rap's damage to the community. Trying to convince the public that certain words that are considered explicit, when put in a rap song, will turn any mild mannnered good kid into a gun toting thugged out pimp who'll terrorize the streets of America.
Anyone with the sense of a grain of salt can see the silliness in crap those people are talking.
The artists of popular rap, like any other artist in pop music, make the songs that guys running the label want them to make. The men wearing the suits, sitting behind desks, want the rap artists to make songs that will sell. Not songs that they think will sell, but songs that fit the pattern of what's selling now! If the rapper make songs that sell poorly, then that rapper will get booted from that label.
Before that rapper hits the curb the guys in the suits will recruit a million more rappers ready to take the other guys place.
In popular music its all about the dollers. Its entertainment. Nice and wholesome is not interesting to anyone over 12, so you got to play the game if you wanna roll with the big doggs.
Those phoney moralists should be able to see the logic, its so simple.
The people who support rump shaking, pimp out, studio thugging music buy it in great numbers, so as long as the sales are high the guys in suits will continue to sell it. In econ 101, they refered to it as supply and demand.
I don't want pop rappers to change the content of their songs as result of pressure from special interest groups because that's just being a sellout! (To the rappers) Guys hold your ground on that one!
These rap artists are only role models for their own children. I don't expect Snoop, 50, E40, and Jay Z to raise my sons and daughters because its my responsibility. I buy their clothes, food, pay rent, pay bills, and take them to the doctor when their ill. These rappers are not there to do those things for my children and I don't expect them to be. I want to be the role model, hero, and person my kids look up to. Parents need to be active with their kids and stop letting the tv raise their kids. Get involved in their lives and show them that you care. Learn what they watch & listen to on the tv, ipod, cell, and internet. Stand and be accountable to your own kids because its not job of rappers! Parents, handle your business at home!

Don't Like It But Got To Do It (Jobs)

Working for me is an evil that I just got to bare the pain of it and warrior on thru it. There's not many things I like less then this beast that I sold my time to for just a palm full of pebbles, but that's the situation I'm in. I'll throw punches at my employers thru this blog, will not use the name of that third rate outfit because it deserves to be nameless. Now let me speak on this lousy company.
This job draining my time and not adding enough to my banking account to justify me pouring 100% of my effort into it. They pay in bird feed, that is when considering all that they expect from their empoyees, all the board of directors should be thrown in prison because they're stealing from the people who work for them. Every check I get there is hours missing or the hourly rate is less then what I agree to work for. Many days I've come close to deciding to dealing with those buffoons in the branch office in a bad way, but that would make matters worst. I would get locked in prision surely, even though, the company was stealing from me they would be the innocent victim and I would be the evil bad guy, so I've got to take it cool. I'll do my time there and look for opportunities that will be a better use of my time.
I sign that time sheet and my goal is to flow thu my hours there with ease, just doing enough to get the job. I'm not trying to be fantastic or do an excellent job becase that company deserves none of my top effort, they're fortunate to get my 1%, which is showing up on time, alert, and staying til its time to leave. If I do anything extra its because the situation caused me to do more, not to get props from this clown organization.
The environment I work in brings me in contact with some low level people, folks who don't know how carry themselves in public. Step in the building talking loud, cuzzing, walking like they can't get touched, mean mugging everybody, and doing their best to intimidate the weaker people in the area. I can put up with it for only about 30 minutes, so if those types drift thru at the end of my shift, then its cool. I'll let it ride because I'm out the door soon, so they can do what they want. The next shift has to deal with it. Now if they're doing "the fool" at the start of the shift, then I'll kindly remind them of who they are. What I mean is that men & woman who can really hold their own as far as physical combat are secure enough with themselves and other people that they will present themselves in a peaceful manner. Punks will step on the scene showing out, throwing their weight around, trying to scare people into respecting them. They do that because they are spineless, gutless, cowardly scum who couldn't fight they way out of a paper bag. The only reason they lasted this long because they ride on the reps of the real men and women in their families. The real die because they fight for no count witless dummies who run their mouths, but its time for action, they run to get somebody fight for them.
Those loud mouths bring me pleasure when they step in my line of fire, I love sticking it to them, even its just at 1% thats more then enough to make them quiet as church mice. Most times I don't t lay a finger on, just talk em down and walk on em and watch as they run for cover. Those lightweights don't wanna to see a real one.
I work because to earn money to pay bills, buy food, keep shelter, feel a friend or two that's down on their luck, do something fun with my family and mainly because if I didn't work, then I would expecting someone else to be responsible for me. I don't wanna be in that position. I'm a real man. I carry my own weigh. I praise and thank God for enabling me to be independant. Its a blessing because too many people are pushing their responsibilities on others. People barrowing money, knowing they don't ever intend on paying it back, but will ask to barrow some me. Really you giving them money that you will never see again. I will not give them one cent of my hard earned and they can get an attitude all they want because they still will get no money from me. Then you got people with kids who want to run all over the world, but don't to take their kids, they want to leave them with somebody else. I have no respect for those types that's the reason I do my best to handle my business, working on a job I don't like because wanna come close to being on the same level as those low life leeches.
I've got some moves on the verge of going big that will elevate to a point that I will no longer be required to be some campanies employee, matter of fact I'll be in position to be the employer. I'll touch on that subject in greater detail another time as for now I've got to go earn my keep. God Bless you all!