Arrogance over Advice

arroganceOh the arrogance and entitlements one becomes accustomed to based on the salary and position one holds.  To chuckle under ones breath, to mildly scoff at the round-about indecisive and blindly leading  ways of those with power, is to the reaction of someone falling over a crack in the sidewalk.

To think that a redesign project could be completed by those that are incompetent and unskilled in the technical world, let alone the project set forth of rehabbing a failed yester years design, would be anything but forgiving and chaotic, let alone as funny as a SMART car packed with clowns. One would think, a journey not oft traveled, nor chartered, the travelers would seek the wisdom and experience of one who has set out on that journey and is familiar with the territory that lays ahead.

This journey I speak of, the redesign of my company’s website. Leading the journey of this redesign are a few of the most non-technical and self-absorbed suits in our company. To start this journey, they recklessly tossed away the need to have the one person in the company sit in on meetings, or consult in regards to the current state of the website. With this misconception of them believing they could walk this path alone, they have succumbed to perils, adversity and hours of head scratching. When they were offered advice from myself or any other IT personnel, it was discarded.

The last straw, which basically told me, that my experience and any and all advice I give at work or in my own personal life is basically useless and unwanted. I was told by the Assistant Director of my company that my advice sucked and that what I suggested was unprofessional in regards to a company website. Mind you, I have over 20 years experience in the web industry. Then in the same breath, she criticized the fact that they were not made aware of certain things within the website that is now causing issues. HAHA, just shaking my head and exit stage left.

Safer sufferings – Thought of the Day

THIS IS AMERICA... WHERE THE FOUR FREEDOMS LIV...

THIS IS AMERICA… WHERE THE FOUR FREEDOMS LIVE – NARA – 515767 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

As the great American days of yesteryear diminishes in the perspective views of my generation and past, most must wonder what has happened to those great American days.

The glory days of America where our freedoms were plentiful and our options of enjoyment were bountiful, do not seem, but are being taken away and controlled because they have been deemed “unsafe.” Dont you miss the days of yore, the days of pure fun and when America seemed to be an awesome and productive place to live.

When you were able to pile the family in the minivan or faux-wooden panel station wagon and head to the beach, stake your claims next to a cement ring and spent the entire day enjoying the sun, the wave and the salty sea air destroying your hair. Then the fires begin to roar as the horizon turns a reddish-orange hue, and the metal coat hangers get bent into makeshift cooking utensils for roasting marshmallows and weenies.

Or how about when the street would be closed down on the 4th of July because the entire neighborhood decided to hold a party to enjoy the day dedicated to our freedoms. Barbeques would be roaring with steaks, hotdogs and burgers, mothers sitting in circles enjoying the gab of whatever mothers talked about, and fathers in their tank tops holding a spatula in one hand, a beer in the other yelling at little Johnny to be careful when running around with those magical pieces of metal that shoot hot sparks out at a rapid rate. And in the dark of night, a five gallon bucket of water sat conspicuously close to burnt out spots on the street where the brave souls of the fire would light the fireworks as the kids and others oohed and aahed.

And when basically anything harvested or grown was safe to consume regardless of how it was made or what was injected into it. When sugar was pure cane and used in everything to make it sweeter and potentially trick kids into thinking that it was good for them. When a fast-food join was just that, a place to get low-cost, fast food that necessarily wasn’t the best food to be eating but it was so damn good, and the menu didn’t contain labels warning of MSG’s or fish cooked here signs or salads or only white meat in the nuggets or no pink goo in the meat. And when someone spoke about soy, they meant the dark spicey liquid used in chinese food.

Or how about when children were actually held responsible for their own actions and own failings in school, not the teachers or school districts or society, video games or music.

Or when professional sports athletes participated in sports knowing the risks to their health, mind and lives, and yet knowing that there could be no recourse or monetary gains if they got injured from the sports. Basically, when football was a mans sports, where blood, sweat and tears were the core foundation of showing a great game, and if a concussion occurred then that was the fault of the player and the risks were known and accepted.

Or when our words were made public and people were allowed to listen to them without jurisdiction on if it will offend someone, when our freedoms of speech were allowed to flow free.

Reminisce of these yore are due to an ever-growing issue with our local, state and country governments. If it is not or has not been obvious to you, the yesteryear of America were more free, and more enjoyable. The citizens were productive, families were large as well as bonds between neighbors. Life was more enjoyable back then. Then came the micro managing of our governments and elected officials who think in their own twisted and diluted worlds society will be safer by what they feel is safe for them. Our governments are slowly taking away the American feeling we all knew and loved, claiming those enjoyments as unsafe. Yet with them making everyone “safer” in their own eyes, American society seems to be sad and ailing.

Isn’t it strike someone odd that when the government kept their greedy ignorant self-righteous noses out of everyday lives of the American families, we were all much happier. But since the turn of health conscious, politically correct years have come upon us and governments have stepped in to control foods and enjoyments of yesteryear, American society doesn’t feel so… American anymore.

Leap frog with the fishes – Laugh of the Day

20130223_174038Spring is a comin’! Oh the joys and jolly’s that come with springtime. The trees are starting to awaken from their winter slumber. The roses beginning to stretch its tiny sprouts sideways, up ways and cross ways. The flowers are starting to stir beneath their protective winter coat of shells. The mosquitoes begin the dance of spring love… Oh no mosquitoes!

The peaceful pond that resides in a small corner of the yard has enjoyed a pest free fall and wet winter. Yet, all that seems forgetful, for now comes the emphatic emergency response to ensure that the scenic spring and pale summer for the residents of and around the pond can enjoy the world without being sucked dry of their hemoglobin. A trip up the mountains, to a hideaway water garden store provided the super pest remover needed along with a side-show of belly rolling laughs. Mosquito’s hate one particular water dweller, and that is the king mosquito hunter himself, the mosquito fish. This store did not simply provide a small stock to choose from but over 15 water gardens to acquire the sleeping super hunters from beneath the depths of the water surface.

Sure one may explore the confines of a local pet depot and tap on the thick plastic glass that provides a barrier between oneself and the water dwellers, but those fish are spoiled and serene in their perfectly tempered water elements and fake air bubbling to the surface. However, for the outside pond enthusiast, one must consider the elements of Mother Nature, the boiling heat, the frigid water chilling cold and the down-pours of clouds crying. Given these circumstances and the fact of living outside during these occurrences, these are the super fish that are desired for the wonderful water landscapes. 20 of such super hunters is what I was after.

The young gentlemen, talk and lanky, grabbed the extended large net and a low rimmed bucket. As he pursued his hunt down the small hill, looking to the immediate left one could see a small wash tub full of these super hunters. With a head scratch and shrug of the shoulders, the eyes peered at the eager young lad performing an act of pure chuckles. Guessing that these fish are speedy little buggers, the talk lanky legs of this gentleman aided in a flight of leaps and bounds over the rocks, around the edges and over the ponds to catch these super fish. After an amusing medium of an hour passed, the smile exuding a grand accomplishment and the deep gasping for air after a deep jungle mission of source, could only produce a burst of laughter from both. No explanation was given nor needed. With transaction receipt in hand and the super hunters on their way to their new home, one could only imagine why can’t all employees perform like that for their customers.

PhD Nazi at your service – Stresser of the Day

Doctor of Philosophy Degree

Doctor of Philosophy Degree (Photo credit: rwoan)

PhD holders be on the look out for a down-to-earth thinker called the “PhD Nazi“.

PhD’s, ah the Doctors of Philosophy. Those whom study hard and pay through the keester for an over-priced education, just so they can wave it around and believe in their own philosophical warped-fantasy world that they are above all us commoners by simply the power of having more knowledge. Mind you, not by acquisitions of vast knowledge of many things, but a vast knowledge of one minute particle of existence that is a small part of everyday existence. Medical and Psychological PhD’s need not to heed this warning as your services are greatly appreciated and have been found many times over useful.

No, the “PhD Nazi” is after those PhD’s that signify knowledge of quirks, space and numbers. The Scientific and Mathematical PhD’s that is. These living under a rock-bound hermits have no clue of common sense nor do they contain the skills to correspond with any other human outside of their own “clique.” Their reading and comprehension skills are putrid and lacking any type of useful English understanding. Their arrogance, unkept and bizarre existence amongst normal civilization seems to be upheld by some strange law that the piece of paper with the words PhD means that they should be served by those with less possessions. Yet, with such a vast knowledge of one minute atom of civilized existence, they do hold in their possession the incompetence and social distortion of a bully.

If the “PhD Nazi” should run into one of these neurotic self-proclaimed deities, you will hear a loud “No PhD for you!”

Failing From Facebook – Irony of the Day

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In my virtual mailbox, I occasionally receive the old adages of fond memories of the days past.

You know the ones I am talking about?

Those pesky pleasantries that talk about how, when we were younger, when we wanted to exercise we would get out and break in our new converse using them as brakes for down hill racing on our bikes.  Or playing a plethora of pilgrimage games with all the children in the neighborhood. Or when we wanted to talk to our friends, we would actually leave the house for hours on end and actually have face to face fond forums with them. When we wanted to make new friends, we actually put out an effort to hunt down those positive persons of young perpetual growth to experience life together and enjoy those warm summer days having fun. Notice a pattern here my fellow stressee’s. We all had to put out a valiant vigilant effort to do what we desired.

Then came the internet. Oh the joys of the internet, the one tool that single-handedly turned our sunshine suburb streets, that once bustled with children’s laughter and speech into a desolate zombie wasteland. However, as the years progressed a new villain has come into the picture.  Not only can children nowadays exercise their wrist and fingers on a clunky keyboard, but now they can exercise their arms by holding up a phone and joining the masses into a multitude of conversations with friends and fantasy friends of far away places without leaving their beds.

Just imagine waking up in the morning holding that powerful portable problem of dissociation in your hands and saying to yourself.. “I want to make some new friends today… Oh hey I will request this person as a friend,” “click” goes your thumb, and that process goes on till you receive a warning from your friendly Facebook foreman saying you have requested too much. And there you go, in under 30 minutes without even lifting a leg you made 50 new friends, and 49 of them you will never see or talk in person, let alone have any meaningful conveluted conversations with.
If you want to talk to your friends you can snuggle yourself into a corner with the television and radio blaring and hold a full formidable conversation with your “friends”, that if it was in person or actually through the telephone part of your phone (yes cellphones do have that functionality still) your conversations would be faster and you can get more done and said. Instead you type away, hit send, wait for a response, then you begin nibbling at the nubs that were once your fingernails in anticipation of your friends response… Oh here it is, you read, type again and hit send… and the cycle repeats. Look at that, you had a full conversation for 4 grueling hours that could have been a 30 minute race of speech if done the old way, instead you waited around for a total of almost 3 hours for responses and correcting your uneducated typing.

It is a pathetic shame that in today’s society, children prefer to neglect everything and everyone around them just for a long night of finger Facebooking their phones to death. Educational studies, home responsibilities and relationship responsibilities have become a dire distressed entity of the past. My generation and back are and have been successful, we have achieved our goals acquired our dreams and hopes by doing drab leg work, hitting the pavement and making things happen. Today’s children are lazy, becoming uneducated and anti-social in terms of live human interactions all because of the Social Media age.

Thanks Facebook for failing our future.