It is easy to be a dick. I can be one. You can be one. Sometimes all it takes is the right mixture of bullshit.
I am at a new job now. When I was a Relief Supervisor at my old one I had the opportunity to not be a dick or to be one. I chose to be a dick. And I say that with no compunction. I CHOSE to be a dick.
We had a fucking skewed chain of command at my old job. 4 managers, including the overall head of Security, 2 supervisors, and 1 relief supervisor, me. I have NEVER worked at a place that had managers out numbering supervisors until that job. Hell, I want to say ,not to toot my own horn but fuck I am tooting it, when I quit they had to hire TWO RELIEF SUPERVISORS to do the job that I did. Yet the 2nd in charge couldn't understand when I told him the job was burning me out. But I digress.
So, I was waiting for the call for my new job when, let's call him Richard, said something really strange.
Richard "Do you and Glenn (The fictitious name I give to the then head of our department.) have some kind of arrangement?"
Me "What?!?!?!?"
Dick: "Well you haven't talked about your new job or starting it so I was wondering if you and Glenn came to some sort of arrangement and he promised you a full supervisor job when I get let go."
This was SO fucking out of left field that I didn't know how to respond at first. So I went with the truth, which is usually the best option.
"No, DICK, I just haven't heard anything about when I start the new job. I have the new job I just don't know when training starts. Which is why I had nothing to say about it. There is nothing to say."
Richard "Oh. I see."
He had been acting like a real wanker lately and annoyed everyone. So I took the opportunity to be a dick: "So, why bring this up? Worried about being let go?"
Richard "Ummm."
Me "You should be. When is your 20th anniversary with the company?"
Richard "May 15th."
Me "You will be let go before then. So stop worrying about it. You want the package that comes with being let go any way."
I was right. He was let go a few days before his 20th anniversary of starting work with the company. I hadn't planned on being a dick but he was just so fucking annoying that I couldn't help myself.
The company we worked for had a long line of people they fired/let go right after their 20th anniversary with them. One poor schlub had his 20th anniversary party on a Wednesday night and on the Thursday he showed up for work to be told he had no job any more.
So, I was a dick but god damn I was also right.
Showing posts with label Life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Life. Show all posts
Saturday, December 10, 2016
Sunday, May 10, 2015
Time goes on.
What is the old saying ... time flies when you are having fun. Well, the last 5+ years must have been a lot of fun because they blew by.
I got home from South Korea May10th 2010. What was going through my head. Fuck, I have to find work. What if all the nay sayers and fucktards are right? I stayed in South Korea because I couldn't find anything else at home.
5 years later and I find myself in a job I enjoy. I usually go to work in a good mood and leave in one. It isn't perfect, no job is, but it is good. Before I was there a year I moved from part time to full time. Before another year had passed I made lower management. Now I find myself on the cusp of becoming middle management. All in 5 years at home and 4 years at a job.
So much for being a failure at home and only being in South Korea because I couldn't make it at home.
To the nay sayers and fucktards ... go fuck yourselves. :)
To digress a bit more, I find myself looking at this blog. Posts I have started and never finished. Posts I have planned on starting but never gotten around to. I could easily post about work but signed a non-disclosure agreement. It isn't just that life is too busy, it is busy. But, I just can't find the impetus to write and post. Hopefully it will come back soon or I may just have to close this blog down.
I got home from South Korea May10th 2010. What was going through my head. Fuck, I have to find work. What if all the nay sayers and fucktards are right? I stayed in South Korea because I couldn't find anything else at home.
5 years later and I find myself in a job I enjoy. I usually go to work in a good mood and leave in one. It isn't perfect, no job is, but it is good. Before I was there a year I moved from part time to full time. Before another year had passed I made lower management. Now I find myself on the cusp of becoming middle management. All in 5 years at home and 4 years at a job.
So much for being a failure at home and only being in South Korea because I couldn't make it at home.
To the nay sayers and fucktards ... go fuck yourselves. :)
To digress a bit more, I find myself looking at this blog. Posts I have started and never finished. Posts I have planned on starting but never gotten around to. I could easily post about work but signed a non-disclosure agreement. It isn't just that life is too busy, it is busy. But, I just can't find the impetus to write and post. Hopefully it will come back soon or I may just have to close this blog down.
Thursday, April 3, 2014
Gord's Pork Pies Part 3
Wow. Talk about deluding yourself. Gord is NOT going with the April Fools defence. He is actually going to stick with the lie and continue feigning indignation when people call him on it.
He has no picture of him with the winning rim. Considering he goes no where without his cell phone and ipad that is strange. He is STILL telling different people he won it in different places. He is STILL telling people he upgraded it to the Corolla CE from the S. Which would actually be a down grade.
He IS claiming to have papers about his car in his locker. But he doesn't claim they prove he won it. He does like to dissemble.
He no longer reminds me of my brother Herman. He reminds me of my ex-fiance. She was pretty much a pathological liar. Why? The drama. She ALWAYS had something bad happening, whether real or made up. That way people would rally around her and tell her how good a person she was. Or defend her.
That pretty much seems to be what Gord is doing now. Those that care enough (or are bored enough) to call him on the lies get his indignation. He complains about it to others sometimes getting lip service, sometimes getting compassion, sometimes getting told to stop the lies. It is all about the attention and it doesn't matter if it is good or bad.
He has no picture of him with the winning rim. Considering he goes no where without his cell phone and ipad that is strange. He is STILL telling different people he won it in different places. He is STILL telling people he upgraded it to the Corolla CE from the S. Which would actually be a down grade.
He IS claiming to have papers about his car in his locker. But he doesn't claim they prove he won it. He does like to dissemble.
He no longer reminds me of my brother Herman. He reminds me of my ex-fiance. She was pretty much a pathological liar. Why? The drama. She ALWAYS had something bad happening, whether real or made up. That way people would rally around her and tell her how good a person she was. Or defend her.
That pretty much seems to be what Gord is doing now. Those that care enough (or are bored enough) to call him on the lies get his indignation. He complains about it to others sometimes getting lip service, sometimes getting compassion, sometimes getting told to stop the lies. It is all about the attention and it doesn't matter if it is good or bad.
Tuesday, April 1, 2014
Gord's Pork Pies Part 2
Saturday, Gord tells me he has something to show me when my shift is over. After his behaviour the previous Sunday I wasn't sure what to expect. A video I would find stupid? Ninja Biker Porn? No clue. He shows me a car in the parking lot and says "I won it from Roll Up The Rim!"
For those who don't know, every year Tim Horton's has the Roll Up The Rim to Win contest. The main prize being a car. This year there were several Toyota Corollas to go around.
Part of me winced knowing how Gord lies. Part of me said ignore the wincing and congratulate him. Part of me said does it really matter? So, I congratulated him on his good luck.
He went into great detail about how he found out he won it. A drive outside the city in his old car with his mother. They stopped at a Tim Horton's by the airport. Voila he won. They gave him a something to take to the Toyota dealer in town and get one. He traded his old car in to upgrade it to a Corolla CE.
He told a lot of people at work that he won it. A lot of people at work told him he was full of shit. Which is why he was in full indignant mode Sunday.
Because I had congratulated him I was one of the good guys. He waxed on about how could people think he lied about it. Yadda yadda yadda. (Because you had lied to them all in the past maybe?) Not really caring one way or the other I just said "What does it matter what they think or say if it is true?" And I left it at that not really wanting to get involved.
Why didn't I want to get involved? Because I was pretty sure that if I looked into it even a little it would all turn out to be a lie. And I really didn't care. It didn't hurt anyone and if it was a lie he was just fooling himself.
Today, Monday, his lie (yes, surprise surprise he was lying) started to unravel. He told me he won it in a small town called Enfield. He told one of my managers Truro. He told someone else Halifax. He told someone else Moncton. You get the idea right?
He was back in indignant mode. "What, do I have to show them the rim to make them believe me?" (Well, yeah. That would actually do it. Or even a picture of him with the winning rim. Getting whatever they gave him to get the car. Getting the car. Anything like that.)
I said "Well, they will find out when it is announced you won by Tim Horton's." He had an answer for that. He said he wouldn't let them release his name. Long story short he had lots of "reasons" why he couldn't prove it. BUT he DID have the car.
At this point he had hurt his case so much that he made it impossible to even ignore the fact he was lying. I figured I could prove he was lying in three easy steps.
On the way home I stopped by Tim Horton's for a coffee. I asked them about the person in Enfield who won a car last week. They said no one there won. What Halifax? Nope. Strike one.
After supper I went on the computer and logged on to Tim Horton's website. They show a list of ALL winners of ALL prizes up to date. Surely if he won it last week and kept him name out of it there would be a "winner" from Enfield, or Halifax, of Truro, or Moncton? Yet there is NO winner from any of those areas. EVERY winner shown has their name and where listed on a map showing the area they won it in. Strike two.
Then I went to Toyota's website. According to Tim Horton's website the model people won was the Corolla S. Gord said he upgraded it to a CE. Unfortunately, for Gord, the CE is the BASIC model. The S is 2 levels up and about $4000 more expensive. So, he traded in his old car and downgraded? Strike three.
I expect a fourth strike when he is back at work Thursday. Odds are he will try to claim he was just prepping an april Fool's joke.
I can't even get angry with Gord for lying like this. It was so pathetically done that it makes me sad for him. It is just ... well ... pathetic.
For those who don't know, every year Tim Horton's has the Roll Up The Rim to Win contest. The main prize being a car. This year there were several Toyota Corollas to go around.
Part of me winced knowing how Gord lies. Part of me said ignore the wincing and congratulate him. Part of me said does it really matter? So, I congratulated him on his good luck.
He went into great detail about how he found out he won it. A drive outside the city in his old car with his mother. They stopped at a Tim Horton's by the airport. Voila he won. They gave him a something to take to the Toyota dealer in town and get one. He traded his old car in to upgrade it to a Corolla CE.
He told a lot of people at work that he won it. A lot of people at work told him he was full of shit. Which is why he was in full indignant mode Sunday.
Because I had congratulated him I was one of the good guys. He waxed on about how could people think he lied about it. Yadda yadda yadda. (Because you had lied to them all in the past maybe?) Not really caring one way or the other I just said "What does it matter what they think or say if it is true?" And I left it at that not really wanting to get involved.
Why didn't I want to get involved? Because I was pretty sure that if I looked into it even a little it would all turn out to be a lie. And I really didn't care. It didn't hurt anyone and if it was a lie he was just fooling himself.
Today, Monday, his lie (yes, surprise surprise he was lying) started to unravel. He told me he won it in a small town called Enfield. He told one of my managers Truro. He told someone else Halifax. He told someone else Moncton. You get the idea right?
He was back in indignant mode. "What, do I have to show them the rim to make them believe me?" (Well, yeah. That would actually do it. Or even a picture of him with the winning rim. Getting whatever they gave him to get the car. Getting the car. Anything like that.)
I said "Well, they will find out when it is announced you won by Tim Horton's." He had an answer for that. He said he wouldn't let them release his name. Long story short he had lots of "reasons" why he couldn't prove it. BUT he DID have the car.
At this point he had hurt his case so much that he made it impossible to even ignore the fact he was lying. I figured I could prove he was lying in three easy steps.
On the way home I stopped by Tim Horton's for a coffee. I asked them about the person in Enfield who won a car last week. They said no one there won. What Halifax? Nope. Strike one.
After supper I went on the computer and logged on to Tim Horton's website. They show a list of ALL winners of ALL prizes up to date. Surely if he won it last week and kept him name out of it there would be a "winner" from Enfield, or Halifax, of Truro, or Moncton? Yet there is NO winner from any of those areas. EVERY winner shown has their name and where listed on a map showing the area they won it in. Strike two.
Then I went to Toyota's website. According to Tim Horton's website the model people won was the Corolla S. Gord said he upgraded it to a CE. Unfortunately, for Gord, the CE is the BASIC model. The S is 2 levels up and about $4000 more expensive. So, he traded in his old car and downgraded? Strike three.
I expect a fourth strike when he is back at work Thursday. Odds are he will try to claim he was just prepping an april Fool's joke.
I can't even get angry with Gord for lying like this. It was so pathetically done that it makes me sad for him. It is just ... well ... pathetic.
Monday, March 31, 2014
Gord's Pork Pies Part 1
One of the guys at work, let's call him Gord, tells lies. A lot. Usually harmless or inconsequential. He reminds me of my brother Herman in a lot of ways.
Herman is older than me and likes to tell pork pies. He makes up some of the strangest lies at times. For reasons known only to him. Usually harmless ones. They both have a crude sense of humour, but my brother is a lot cruder.
A week and a half ago Gord told me something that I filed under BS. He said that a news report showed them (no idea who they are) finding the wing of an Air France jet in what is supposed to be the wreckage of the Malaysian Air jet.
Yeah, right. Nice try. No idea why.
Jump ahead a week. I am at work feeling like shit. Sinus and throat infection. Fighting through it and thankful I am off the next 3 days. I am not at work 10 minutes when Gord walks up and starts prattling on and irritating me.
First he started going on about how cough drops are addictive. Why that topic? I had just popped one for my sore throat. I shook my head and said "Really? No. They aren't"
He retorted with a "Yes they are."
"No Gord. They are no physically addictive."
"Well mentally."
"Yeah. No."
Then he struck a new tangent. "Studies show that the decongestant in cough drops affects your brain chemistry."
I sighed and relied "Gord, there is no decongestant in cough drops unless you get the ones with cough syrup in them. The ingredient that provides sinus relief is menthol."
He didn't like that and snarled. "Chocolate is addictive!"
"Jesus Gord, did you get all this info from the same place you heard about the Air France wing?" I laughed back.
He lost it. "You fucking asshole. You can go fuck yourself. I am fucking tired of people contradicting me and trying to make me look like a fucking liar. I am not a liar! I am going to find the article about the Air France wing so I can ram it down your fucking throat!"
What do you say to insanity like that? I leaned forward and in a soft voice said "And you have a nice day. Bye bye."
Then I walked over to the front entrance turning my back on him. You could hear him a couple of minutes later still slamming stuff around.
He avoided me for most of the day. Later he came up to me when I was in the office and in his mind I am sure he thinks he apologized.
He said. "I was wrong about the Air France wing. I went online and watched the news story again. They were talking about the Malaysian Air crash and the started showing stuff from other crashes. I put my head phones on just before they did that to tone out Marilyn. (Most people want to block her out because she is another head case who never shuts up.) She has been telling people for the last 3 weeks that all I do is lie. She is trying to get me fired."
So, it wasn't his fault he made an ass out of himself it is Marilyn's fault. I just shrugged and said "Whatever floats your boat." Which he took as "all is forgiven".
I could have called my boss over and got him in a lot of shit. I could have went to HR the next day I was in when they were and got him in a lot of shit. He may even have lost his job. But, he didn't do it in front of customers and I felt sorry for him. He doesn't have many (any?) friends at home or work. What he said didn't really matter to me, so I let it slide.
Which just led to more lying insanity this past weekend.
Herman is older than me and likes to tell pork pies. He makes up some of the strangest lies at times. For reasons known only to him. Usually harmless ones. They both have a crude sense of humour, but my brother is a lot cruder.
A week and a half ago Gord told me something that I filed under BS. He said that a news report showed them (no idea who they are) finding the wing of an Air France jet in what is supposed to be the wreckage of the Malaysian Air jet.
Yeah, right. Nice try. No idea why.
Jump ahead a week. I am at work feeling like shit. Sinus and throat infection. Fighting through it and thankful I am off the next 3 days. I am not at work 10 minutes when Gord walks up and starts prattling on and irritating me.
First he started going on about how cough drops are addictive. Why that topic? I had just popped one for my sore throat. I shook my head and said "Really? No. They aren't"
He retorted with a "Yes they are."
"No Gord. They are no physically addictive."
"Well mentally."
"Yeah. No."
Then he struck a new tangent. "Studies show that the decongestant in cough drops affects your brain chemistry."
I sighed and relied "Gord, there is no decongestant in cough drops unless you get the ones with cough syrup in them. The ingredient that provides sinus relief is menthol."
He didn't like that and snarled. "Chocolate is addictive!"
"Jesus Gord, did you get all this info from the same place you heard about the Air France wing?" I laughed back.
He lost it. "You fucking asshole. You can go fuck yourself. I am fucking tired of people contradicting me and trying to make me look like a fucking liar. I am not a liar! I am going to find the article about the Air France wing so I can ram it down your fucking throat!"
What do you say to insanity like that? I leaned forward and in a soft voice said "And you have a nice day. Bye bye."
Then I walked over to the front entrance turning my back on him. You could hear him a couple of minutes later still slamming stuff around.
He avoided me for most of the day. Later he came up to me when I was in the office and in his mind I am sure he thinks he apologized.
He said. "I was wrong about the Air France wing. I went online and watched the news story again. They were talking about the Malaysian Air crash and the started showing stuff from other crashes. I put my head phones on just before they did that to tone out Marilyn. (Most people want to block her out because she is another head case who never shuts up.) She has been telling people for the last 3 weeks that all I do is lie. She is trying to get me fired."
So, it wasn't his fault he made an ass out of himself it is Marilyn's fault. I just shrugged and said "Whatever floats your boat." Which he took as "all is forgiven".
I could have called my boss over and got him in a lot of shit. I could have went to HR the next day I was in when they were and got him in a lot of shit. He may even have lost his job. But, he didn't do it in front of customers and I felt sorry for him. He doesn't have many (any?) friends at home or work. What he said didn't really matter to me, so I let it slide.
Which just led to more lying insanity this past weekend.
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
Check Up Time Again
I had my annual check up yesterday. Had blood work done and all that good stuff. It isn't something I did before I went to South Korea but after the damage I did to myself I started it after getting home.
At one time I actually believed I would be dead or almost dead by now. Around 2007-08 I figured I had about 5 years left the way I was going. Strangely, that belief did not give me the impetus to change my lifestyle. I just didn't care.
I came back to Canada around 475 lbs with very high blood pressure and diabetes. Now, 3 years later, I wavering between 290 and 280. I am off of 2 pills I took for blood sugar with the remaining dose cut in half and down to 1/4 the dose for high blood pressure.
At one point in SoKo, around 2008 or 9, my doctor did a load of blood tests and found that my cholesterol was about 6-7 times higher than normal. Now it is not quite 2 times normal.
My doctor told me to keep doing whatever it is I am doing. It is working. I haven't been this healthy in a long time. Hell I haven't really been sick since I came home in 2010.
Life is good.
At one time I actually believed I would be dead or almost dead by now. Around 2007-08 I figured I had about 5 years left the way I was going. Strangely, that belief did not give me the impetus to change my lifestyle. I just didn't care.
I came back to Canada around 475 lbs with very high blood pressure and diabetes. Now, 3 years later, I wavering between 290 and 280. I am off of 2 pills I took for blood sugar with the remaining dose cut in half and down to 1/4 the dose for high blood pressure.
At one point in SoKo, around 2008 or 9, my doctor did a load of blood tests and found that my cholesterol was about 6-7 times higher than normal. Now it is not quite 2 times normal.
My doctor told me to keep doing whatever it is I am doing. It is working. I haven't been this healthy in a long time. Hell I haven't really been sick since I came home in 2010.
Life is good.
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Society Owes Rehtaeh Parsons but ...
Society owes Rehtaeh Parsons but ... it is too late. :(
It is hard to write this. I have read several stories about Rehtaeh Parsons, and heard them on TV, about her suicide and subsequent death. Her father wrote a blog post that I had to read several times before I was able to finish it. It just breaks my heart to see what she went through. What her family went through. The last lines of his post have been resonating in my head since I read them.
"My daughter wasn’t bullied to death, she was disappointed to death. Disappointed in people she thought she could trust, her school, and the police.
She was my daughter, but she was your daughter too.
For the love of God do something."
As a society we all failed her. :(
How in the hell can she have gone what she did and no one be charged? The fucking pieces of shit circulated a picture they took of her when raping her and NOTHING was done. All the hell she was put through and nothing was done.
Monsters at her school tormented her. Sent her texts asking for sex or calling her a slut. Sharing the rape picture. And nothing was done.
And where the hell are the parents of the rapists and the monsters? These pieces of shit deliberately got a young girl drunk. Raped her. Took pictures. And circulated them. And got away with it. Monsters (I refuse to call them students or kids they are monsters) tormented her. And got away with it. You think these damaged pieces of garbage won't cause more trouble for others in the future? They already learned that they could get away with it.
For two years she endured the hell until she couldn't take it any more. The "Justice" System failed her. The school system failed her. Society failed her.
Unfortunately, if things stay true to form, people will get all worked up about this and demand action then forget about it. Most people tend to have a short attention span for things. They will be in an uproar. Then calm down. Then forget about it until the next heinous act happens. Then they will be surprised it happened. (There are a lot of similarities with Amanda Todd being driven to suicide in B.C.)
Hopefully I will be proven wrong and we, as a society, will do something.
It is hard to write this. I have read several stories about Rehtaeh Parsons, and heard them on TV, about her suicide and subsequent death. Her father wrote a blog post that I had to read several times before I was able to finish it. It just breaks my heart to see what she went through. What her family went through. The last lines of his post have been resonating in my head since I read them.
"My daughter wasn’t bullied to death, she was disappointed to death. Disappointed in people she thought she could trust, her school, and the police.
She was my daughter, but she was your daughter too.
For the love of God do something."
As a society we all failed her. :(
How in the hell can she have gone what she did and no one be charged? The fucking pieces of shit circulated a picture they took of her when raping her and NOTHING was done. All the hell she was put through and nothing was done.
Monsters at her school tormented her. Sent her texts asking for sex or calling her a slut. Sharing the rape picture. And nothing was done.
And where the hell are the parents of the rapists and the monsters? These pieces of shit deliberately got a young girl drunk. Raped her. Took pictures. And circulated them. And got away with it. Monsters (I refuse to call them students or kids they are monsters) tormented her. And got away with it. You think these damaged pieces of garbage won't cause more trouble for others in the future? They already learned that they could get away with it.
For two years she endured the hell until she couldn't take it any more. The "Justice" System failed her. The school system failed her. Society failed her.
Unfortunately, if things stay true to form, people will get all worked up about this and demand action then forget about it. Most people tend to have a short attention span for things. They will be in an uproar. Then calm down. Then forget about it until the next heinous act happens. Then they will be surprised it happened. (There are a lot of similarities with Amanda Todd being driven to suicide in B.C.)
Hopefully I will be proven wrong and we, as a society, will do something.
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Buying a car. Part 1
I can't believe that I haven't written this yet. In fact, I thought I had written half of it last year and never bothered finishing it. Damn. Time does fly.
Last October, when the car engine blew, I looked into getting a new car. I had rented one, a Chevy Cruze for the week my car was in the shop. The day I rented the car I went to a local Hyundae dealer, O'Reagan's Hyundai on Baker drive in Dartmouth, to look at the Elantra and Accent. They had an ad in the local paper for getting a new Elantra for $102 bi-weekly. It intrigued me.
The salesman I dealt with was nice enough. I let him know the price range I wanted ($250-300 a month) and how high I was willing to go, $350 a month. For some strange reason the Elantra was not available at the price in the paper. That was fine, the Accent was good enough. We looked at a couple and he said he would put the paperwork through to see if I could get financing. The financial officer, Saprita (sp???) took my information and suggested I go get a coffee and come back.
I actually didn't expect much to happen because my credit rating was 0. It wasn't bad but it wasn't good. 10 years abroad with no credit history at home can do that to you. On top of that I really wasn't looking to drive away with a new car that day. I had never bought a new car before and wanted to be cautious.
When I got back they had good news. I was approved but the price would be $370 a month. I am an impulse buyer and the impulse said what the fuck. $350 ... $370 ... close enough. Unfortunately, the car sold while the financing was being checked. What the fuck? But they had a 2012 Accent available. A model up but a year older. Strangely at the same price. (At the time that seemed strange. Looking back it feels like they were fucking with me.) I said sure. Why not.
Uh oh. Unfortunately, they couldn't bring the car up in the system. So they couldn't sell it until that was fixed. That was fine by me, I hadn't planned on getting one that day. That is when the pressure started. All of a sudden I could get an Elantra. It will probably be the same price as the Accent, but not the $102 bi-weekly they advertised. If I could get the Elantra for the price of the Accent sure. It was the car I wanted more anyway.
Saprita went to work on the financing. She has all the paperwork ready for me to sign, before mentioning the price. I asked her how much. According to her it would cost me $207 bi-weekly. What happened to $370 a month? $102 bi-weekly?
Now I started to feel like I was being jerked around. I said "That is $414 a month ... way higher than I was comfortable going. How much would it lower the payments if I put $5000 down?"
Saprita replied "It wouldn't lower it that much. You would be better off keeping the $5000 in the bank for monthly payments."
That reply seemed strange. I said "That is a lot of money every month. I am not really sure I want to do it."
Saprita looked at me and said "You won't get a better deal anywhere else. You should do it. Do it! DO IT!"
I was gobsmacked. While you hear stories of pressure tactics from sales people you still have some doubt about them being exaggerated. This fucking asshole wasn't just trying to pressure me, she actually yelled at me. I don't respond to shit like this well.
"Destroy my information and go fuck yourself." was my reply.
I walked out of there extremely pissed off and went home. As I drove home I mulled over the events of the afternoon. Maybe it was just because I was pissed off but it felt they had jerked me around from the start. Looking back, yeah they had jerked me around from the start. I had an offer in, just needing financing, and they just happen to sell the car in the time it took to have a coffee? The next car is available but not in the system? Which lets them push a different, more expensive car at you? Then to have some piece of shit try pressure tactics and yelling. Fuck O'Reagan's!
It would be a while before I looked for a new car again. And it will be a fucking cold day in hell before I EVER go to O'Reagan's looking for any kind of car again. I would encourage you to only go to them for a new or used car as a last resort.
Last October, when the car engine blew, I looked into getting a new car. I had rented one, a Chevy Cruze for the week my car was in the shop. The day I rented the car I went to a local Hyundae dealer, O'Reagan's Hyundai on Baker drive in Dartmouth, to look at the Elantra and Accent. They had an ad in the local paper for getting a new Elantra for $102 bi-weekly. It intrigued me.
The salesman I dealt with was nice enough. I let him know the price range I wanted ($250-300 a month) and how high I was willing to go, $350 a month. For some strange reason the Elantra was not available at the price in the paper. That was fine, the Accent was good enough. We looked at a couple and he said he would put the paperwork through to see if I could get financing. The financial officer, Saprita (sp???) took my information and suggested I go get a coffee and come back.
I actually didn't expect much to happen because my credit rating was 0. It wasn't bad but it wasn't good. 10 years abroad with no credit history at home can do that to you. On top of that I really wasn't looking to drive away with a new car that day. I had never bought a new car before and wanted to be cautious.
When I got back they had good news. I was approved but the price would be $370 a month. I am an impulse buyer and the impulse said what the fuck. $350 ... $370 ... close enough. Unfortunately, the car sold while the financing was being checked. What the fuck? But they had a 2012 Accent available. A model up but a year older. Strangely at the same price. (At the time that seemed strange. Looking back it feels like they were fucking with me.) I said sure. Why not.
Uh oh. Unfortunately, they couldn't bring the car up in the system. So they couldn't sell it until that was fixed. That was fine by me, I hadn't planned on getting one that day. That is when the pressure started. All of a sudden I could get an Elantra. It will probably be the same price as the Accent, but not the $102 bi-weekly they advertised. If I could get the Elantra for the price of the Accent sure. It was the car I wanted more anyway.
Saprita went to work on the financing. She has all the paperwork ready for me to sign, before mentioning the price. I asked her how much. According to her it would cost me $207 bi-weekly. What happened to $370 a month? $102 bi-weekly?
Now I started to feel like I was being jerked around. I said "That is $414 a month ... way higher than I was comfortable going. How much would it lower the payments if I put $5000 down?"
Saprita replied "It wouldn't lower it that much. You would be better off keeping the $5000 in the bank for monthly payments."
That reply seemed strange. I said "That is a lot of money every month. I am not really sure I want to do it."
Saprita looked at me and said "You won't get a better deal anywhere else. You should do it. Do it! DO IT!"
I was gobsmacked. While you hear stories of pressure tactics from sales people you still have some doubt about them being exaggerated. This fucking asshole wasn't just trying to pressure me, she actually yelled at me. I don't respond to shit like this well.
"Destroy my information and go fuck yourself." was my reply.
I walked out of there extremely pissed off and went home. As I drove home I mulled over the events of the afternoon. Maybe it was just because I was pissed off but it felt they had jerked me around from the start. Looking back, yeah they had jerked me around from the start. I had an offer in, just needing financing, and they just happen to sell the car in the time it took to have a coffee? The next car is available but not in the system? Which lets them push a different, more expensive car at you? Then to have some piece of shit try pressure tactics and yelling. Fuck O'Reagan's!
It would be a while before I looked for a new car again. And it will be a fucking cold day in hell before I EVER go to O'Reagan's looking for any kind of car again. I would encourage you to only go to them for a new or used car as a last resort.
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Compensated Dating
I just did a post on What the Kimchi??? but have wondered if it didn't belong here. It is about the current news stories about compensated dating in Canada.
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
What the ... humbug?!?!?
I find it hard to give a shit about Christmas this year. I just can't bring myself to care beyond making sure I got something nice for Mom.
Right now I have a lot of anger inside me and it doesn't seem to be going away. The way my siblings have acted (the ones who live here or could be here) since Mom's operation leaves me pissed off to no end. Even though she is getting better, today she was told she can go back to water fit and drive plus she no longer needs physio, for the most part they weren't there for her.
I just can't seem to let go of the anger yet. I don't know if I want to let it go.
Right now I have a lot of anger inside me and it doesn't seem to be going away. The way my siblings have acted (the ones who live here or could be here) since Mom's operation leaves me pissed off to no end. Even though she is getting better, today she was told she can go back to water fit and drive plus she no longer needs physio, for the most part they weren't there for her.
I just can't seem to let go of the anger yet. I don't know if I want to let it go.
Sunday, December 9, 2012
I'm exhausted.
I have received a few inquires about how I am, where I am, am I still blogging. While I am not ready to go into a lengthy diatribe on life right now I will say this.
Mentally, physically, emotionally I find myself exhausted right now. A month ago my mother had knee replacement surgery for her left knee. The siblings who could help care for her are pretty much useless. One has helped a bit. Another who lives about 15 minutes away by car has visited Mom once since her surgery. Another who could be here isn't. Everything pretty much falls on me.
The exception is one of my Sister-in-Laws. (My Brother works out of province.) She is a godsend. Between her and I we made sure someone was there, if even for a little while, morning, noon, and night while Mom was in hospital. She has also prepared and brought over 5-6 meals after Mom came home.
Stig visited for 5 days and it coincided with the day Mom came home. Having him here helped a lot. It gave me someone to talk with. Hang out with, even if it was mainly at home.
One of my Aunts came down the day of Mom's surgery and stayed all afternoon and most of the evening. That way someone would be there whenever Mom came around.
My siblings who could be helping ... meh. Not worth ranting about right now. It will just piss me off. Plus I don't really like airing family laundry in public.
My life right now consists of work. Come home walk the dog. Clean up for mom and/or run errands. Cook. Walk the dog. Sleep. Work. Etc.
My days off are spent, for the most part, running her to Doctors appointments, physio, and running errands. There was a bit of a set back last week that required 7.5 hours in the ER.
All of which means I am a bit too busy, and not really inclined, to blog. Once things settle down I am pretty sure I will be shooting my mouth off again.
Mentally, physically, emotionally I find myself exhausted right now. A month ago my mother had knee replacement surgery for her left knee. The siblings who could help care for her are pretty much useless. One has helped a bit. Another who lives about 15 minutes away by car has visited Mom once since her surgery. Another who could be here isn't. Everything pretty much falls on me.
The exception is one of my Sister-in-Laws. (My Brother works out of province.) She is a godsend. Between her and I we made sure someone was there, if even for a little while, morning, noon, and night while Mom was in hospital. She has also prepared and brought over 5-6 meals after Mom came home.
Stig visited for 5 days and it coincided with the day Mom came home. Having him here helped a lot. It gave me someone to talk with. Hang out with, even if it was mainly at home.
One of my Aunts came down the day of Mom's surgery and stayed all afternoon and most of the evening. That way someone would be there whenever Mom came around.
My siblings who could be helping ... meh. Not worth ranting about right now. It will just piss me off. Plus I don't really like airing family laundry in public.
My life right now consists of work. Come home walk the dog. Clean up for mom and/or run errands. Cook. Walk the dog. Sleep. Work. Etc.
My days off are spent, for the most part, running her to Doctors appointments, physio, and running errands. There was a bit of a set back last week that required 7.5 hours in the ER.
All of which means I am a bit too busy, and not really inclined, to blog. Once things settle down I am pretty sure I will be shooting my mouth off again.
Thursday, October 4, 2012
The Tipping Point.
The last couple of weeks have been pretty stressful. Grizzly's cancer. His surgery. The car needing a new engine. Sundry lesser things. For most of it, the non-Grizzly stuff, I was able to slough it off. Sometimes everyone reaches their tipping point though and I almost reached mine a couple of days ago. Or I reached it and avoided it. Hard to say.
What set it off? The car ... again. A stupid warning light going off for the ABS after I had spent nearly $2000 getting the damn thing fixed. It turned out to be a loose connector but I was pretty much ready to go over the edge if it had been anything more serious. Blood pressure was up enough to give me a headache.
It is strange what the final straw can be that will make us blow. Or almost do it. Like bad gas it too passed. For now.
What set it off? The car ... again. A stupid warning light going off for the ABS after I had spent nearly $2000 getting the damn thing fixed. It turned out to be a loose connector but I was pretty much ready to go over the edge if it had been anything more serious. Blood pressure was up enough to give me a headache.
It is strange what the final straw can be that will make us blow. Or almost do it. Like bad gas it too passed. For now.
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Grizzly
What are the odds?
Grizzly has cancer. It is in his right leg and inoperable. Two years ago we started going through the same thing with Ruger but the opposite front leg.
They removed a tumour from Grizzly's leg but it WILL be back. When is up in the air but it will return. When it does and gets to a certain size ... it is time to let him go. :( Let him go. What a fucking stupid play on words. It is time to ... what do you say? Say good bye? Kill him? It is hard to put everything into one little catch phrase.
When the tumour gets to a certain size the only humane thing to do is have him euthanised. If not, the tumour will burst. Or break his bones, disjoint his leg, AND burst. It isn't fair to put him through that. I will not say life isn't fair but there are things we can do that are fair or unfair. Putting him through that would be wrong.
When it comes to cancer you start grieving right away. Regardless of the time remaining that is how we think. We (my family) did it when my father was wrongly diagnosed with cancer. When he rightly was. When Ruger was. Now, when Grizzly was. It is hard not to start the process right away. It is hard not to think of their life as over at that minute. It is wrong to do it but that is how we think.
What is important is that Grizzly has had a good life with us and until the end it will continue that way. We do and will always love him. He is part of our family and regardless of what happens always will be. :(
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
What the ... inability?!?!?
What is it with the inability of a lot of people to simply admit when they made a mistake and apologize? Do they think it is a sign of weakness? A sign of failure? I see this inability as a sign of immaturity and sometimes stupidity.
Hilda always comes to mind when this topic comes up. The ONLY times I can remember her apologizing is when it was an "I'm sorry for whatever I might have done." An apology made without knowing what she was apologizing for, if anything. As I have mentioned before, a type of apology she would NEVER accept from someone else. But she expects others to accept from her.
Once it comes down to her knowing what she has done wrong she never apologizes. Even if she agrees she did something wrong. She just can't bring herself to apologize. It has cost her a lot of friends over the years.
Then you have Jay. I have known Jay for 20+ years. He is the kind of person who will throw away a friendship for the smallest slight, whether real or perceived. He is also the kind of person that will never apologize even if he knows he was wrong. It has cost him a lot of friends over the years. Jay actually wears it like a badge of honour and bragged about being this way.
Now you have Mr. C, my co-worker who flipped out at me. I am not the first person at work he has spazzed out at for little to no reason. From what I know of him it is pretty safe to say it won't be the last time either. He is also the type that won't apologize. It doesn't matter that he knows he was wrong. He has told people he knows it. He won't apologize. He keeps losing friends.
It is kind of sad to think that people are that screwed up. They would rather lose friends than apologize when they were wrong.
Hilda always comes to mind when this topic comes up. The ONLY times I can remember her apologizing is when it was an "I'm sorry for whatever I might have done." An apology made without knowing what she was apologizing for, if anything. As I have mentioned before, a type of apology she would NEVER accept from someone else. But she expects others to accept from her.
Once it comes down to her knowing what she has done wrong she never apologizes. Even if she agrees she did something wrong. She just can't bring herself to apologize. It has cost her a lot of friends over the years.
Then you have Jay. I have known Jay for 20+ years. He is the kind of person who will throw away a friendship for the smallest slight, whether real or perceived. He is also the kind of person that will never apologize even if he knows he was wrong. It has cost him a lot of friends over the years. Jay actually wears it like a badge of honour and bragged about being this way.
Now you have Mr. C, my co-worker who flipped out at me. I am not the first person at work he has spazzed out at for little to no reason. From what I know of him it is pretty safe to say it won't be the last time either. He is also the type that won't apologize. It doesn't matter that he knows he was wrong. He has told people he knows it. He won't apologize. He keeps losing friends.
It is kind of sad to think that people are that screwed up. They would rather lose friends than apologize when they were wrong.
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Suicide
This post is my reply to a comment made on What The Kimchi.
Anonymous September 4, 2012 9:25 AM
answer my question why not kill urself?
Yes, I know it wasn't meant as a real question. It was one of several attack comments and threats posted by some anonymous fucktards hoping to piss me off. It is an interesting question and one that I choose to answer.
The short answer is that I don't believe in committing suicide.
While I understand that people can be driven to it suicide isn't something I could do or contemplate. If I believed in it I would have killed myself back in 1995 when my life was falling apart.
One of my cousins committed suicide in the early 90's. Her parents blamed themselves for not seeing it coming. Not having prevented it. It didn't matter that she lived halfway across the country when it happened. It didn't matter that she left a note. All that mattered was that one of their children was dead and they blamed themselves. It almost destroyed their marriage. My Uncle died in the late 90's and my Aunt STILL blames herself.
I believe that if you truly love just one person on the planet you won't put them through the hell of a suicide. I love my mother. I would NEVER want her to go through what my Aunt and Uncle did. Nor my Brothers and Sisters. Nieces and Nephews. It doesn't matter what you say or do, they will spend the rest of their lives blaming themselves for your death. I just couldn't do that to them.
Anonymous September 4, 2012 9:25 AM
answer my question why not kill urself?
Yes, I know it wasn't meant as a real question. It was one of several attack comments and threats posted by some anonymous fucktards hoping to piss me off. It is an interesting question and one that I choose to answer.
The short answer is that I don't believe in committing suicide.
While I understand that people can be driven to it suicide isn't something I could do or contemplate. If I believed in it I would have killed myself back in 1995 when my life was falling apart.
One of my cousins committed suicide in the early 90's. Her parents blamed themselves for not seeing it coming. Not having prevented it. It didn't matter that she lived halfway across the country when it happened. It didn't matter that she left a note. All that mattered was that one of their children was dead and they blamed themselves. It almost destroyed their marriage. My Uncle died in the late 90's and my Aunt STILL blames herself.
I believe that if you truly love just one person on the planet you won't put them through the hell of a suicide. I love my mother. I would NEVER want her to go through what my Aunt and Uncle did. Nor my Brothers and Sisters. Nieces and Nephews. It doesn't matter what you say or do, they will spend the rest of their lives blaming themselves for your death. I just couldn't do that to them.
Thursday, September 6, 2012
What do you live by?
"Breakfast done, the paper read, it is mid-morning and my day is finally beginning. Today is a "practice day," as yesterday was; tomorrow and the nextday are "game days." Today, we are "at home," tomorrow we'll be "on the road." If someone were to ask me the day of the week, I would think for a moment and say it is Tuesday, though I wouldn't be sure. And if they wanted to know more, I would tell them it is February, but I don't know the date. I almost never know the date. And while sport life runs on time (and because it does, actually fifteen to thirty minutes ahead of time), I wear no watch. On "practice days" it is "before practice" or "after practice"; on "game days," before "the [team] meal," or "after teh meal." Occaisionally, usually travelling to or from the West Coast, we have a day with no game or practice, a "travel day." Less often, perhaps once a month, we have an "off-day," a day at home. This is the "hockey season"; three months from now, six months ago, it was the "off season" - these are the seasons of our year. While others live by a calendar and a clock, we live by a schedule."
Ken Dryden "The Game"
I was talking with family about work and trying to explain how we see time there. It wasn't easy. Before getting full time my work days were was all over the place. I didn't usually have the same "Monday" or "Friday". For about 3 months before getting FT my shifts were usually late afternoon and over night. Mainly overnight. It was nothing to hear someone saying "Morning" when I showed up at 6PM to start a 10 hour shift. Then of course "Have a good night." when I got off work at 4:30AM.
Now I am on days. Thursday is my Monday. Monday is my Friday. Tuesday and Wednesday are my weekend. Mornings are really mornings now.
Someone who didn't work there would find our comments about work time and days confusing. Maybe even a little insane. I know my friends and family got a little confused by my references at times.
Dryden definitely understands it. He put it into words I wish I had thought of. I live by a schedule. Not a clock or a calendar.
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Beer Me!
The subject of beer came up at work yesterday. It was slow and three of us were standing around talking. One co-worker, G, brought up the subject. She said she would like to go back to Mexico, her native land, and open a bar. She wondered what our favourite Canadian beer was. K smirked and looked at me.
I hemmed and hawed a bit. Then I said "I don't really like Canadian beer. They are kind of boring." I prefer drinking European beers. Usually Irish, German, Czech, and Belgian. My beer of choice is Harp. I find most Canadian beers don't have much flavour when compared to the European ones. (I am talking about mainstream beers not the micro brewery stuff.) While it is better than the swill that comes out of the U.S. (mainstream companies) it isn't THAT good. Given a choice I will drink European beers.
Then I said, oh and Sol and Corona. (I should also give honourable mention to some Philippino beers like Negra Modela.) Those are good beers too. K started laughing. He knew that I would say that. We have had similar conversations in the past. He likes to brew his own beers and is fussier than me.
G NEVER expected us to praise a Mexican beer. She figured we would blindly push Canadian beers. It was an interesting conversation.
As I write this I am drinking some Harp. :)
I hemmed and hawed a bit. Then I said "I don't really like Canadian beer. They are kind of boring." I prefer drinking European beers. Usually Irish, German, Czech, and Belgian. My beer of choice is Harp. I find most Canadian beers don't have much flavour when compared to the European ones. (I am talking about mainstream beers not the micro brewery stuff.) While it is better than the swill that comes out of the U.S. (mainstream companies) it isn't THAT good. Given a choice I will drink European beers.
Then I said, oh and Sol and Corona. (I should also give honourable mention to some Philippino beers like Negra Modela.) Those are good beers too. K started laughing. He knew that I would say that. We have had similar conversations in the past. He likes to brew his own beers and is fussier than me.
G NEVER expected us to praise a Mexican beer. She figured we would blindly push Canadian beers. It was an interesting conversation.
As I write this I am drinking some Harp. :)
Monday, September 3, 2012
Selfishness
I have always said that people are basically selfish. I am. You are. Everyone is. The degree is what varies. Worrying about how things affect you is human nature. Not caring about how things affect anyone but you is what makes a super selfish person.
I figured out why the dog mooks irk me so much. When it comes to my walks with the dog I amVERY selfish. It is my time to decompress. If something is bothering me I will either think it through or ignore it for the duration. The dog loves the walks too. It is my main form of relaxation. So when something happens that affects that negatively I tend to react negatively.
Case in point, one of my brothers was visiting this summer. He is high maintenance and requires a lot of my time. He loves to walk. So every time I walked the dog, except once, while he was here he came along. Which meant I didn't have my relaxation. In fact, sometimes, the stress of life was heightened. I love him and was glad to see him but I needed my "me" time.
As I said, we are all selfish to some degree. And I am no exception.
I figured out why the dog mooks irk me so much. When it comes to my walks with the dog I amVERY selfish. It is my time to decompress. If something is bothering me I will either think it through or ignore it for the duration. The dog loves the walks too. It is my main form of relaxation. So when something happens that affects that negatively I tend to react negatively.
Case in point, one of my brothers was visiting this summer. He is high maintenance and requires a lot of my time. He loves to walk. So every time I walked the dog, except once, while he was here he came along. Which meant I didn't have my relaxation. In fact, sometimes, the stress of life was heightened. I love him and was glad to see him but I needed my "me" time.
As I said, we are all selfish to some degree. And I am no exception.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Bringing on the hate.
I tend to get a laugh out of the people who post death threats or attacks in the comment section. For the most part they are pretty pathetic. To top it off, the posters seem to think that I would actually care about what they have said.
Seriously. I don't know you. Why would I care that some anonymous fucktard made a post on What The Kimchi saying ...
Die fag!
You mad? Yes, you mad. And butt hurt.
fuck off cunt. Hope you get sodomized with a retractable baton
foad thx.
whitey fight whitey! kill youself!
Or on Flint's follies ...
hockey sucks try a real sport
Get a life fag!
u should die wit ur uncle
racist fuck
Do they honestly think their comments will actually mean anything to me? They are just another anonymous asshole trolling around. That is all. In the grand scheme of things they mean ... nothing. In my life they mean ... nothing. They must believe I have a REALLY low sense of self-esteem. Or their sense of self-importance is just THAT big.
Oooooh. Some fucktard I don't know said fuck off to me. Some fucktard I don't know told me to die. Whoopie shit. It is just words from someone who means nothing to me. Often words that are poorly spelled.
To paraphrase what I said in my post about slights, if I let every little comment from every little idiot bother me I would be in a bell tower shooting people.
So, to the fucktards, keep it up. Your comments don't bother me. They let me know that even though you mean nothing to me, my words piss you off. THAT makes me feel good. And when I am bored they give me something to do. Like right now. And I thank you.
Are you not entertained?!?!?!? :)
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Dealing with death and life.
The last 24 hours has been hard to deal with at times.
We got a call last night that one of my Uncle's, B, was rushed into surgery. He has diabetes and suffered a heart attack earlier this year and nearly died. Luckily, he recovered from it for the most part. One of his feet got infected a few months ago and never recovered. The infection was so bad that last night they had to amputate his left leg below the knee. He got through the surgery but we haven't heard any word on his recovery yet.
This afternoon, at work, I found out that a co-worker, O, died. He was Japanese-Canadian and a fairly quiet man. we would talk sometimes and once we started he always had a hello and a smile when we met. A few times we talked about life in Asia. We had some similar likes and dislikes. Work is going to be a darker place without him.
I had to deal with things like that when I lived in Korea. Family and friends dying or being hurt and nothing I could do. It was hard but being home, and not being able to do anything, is harder. O's dying has hit me hard. My Uncle's current condition probably made it harder than it would have.
Such is life. The bad times make you treasure the good.
We got a call last night that one of my Uncle's, B, was rushed into surgery. He has diabetes and suffered a heart attack earlier this year and nearly died. Luckily, he recovered from it for the most part. One of his feet got infected a few months ago and never recovered. The infection was so bad that last night they had to amputate his left leg below the knee. He got through the surgery but we haven't heard any word on his recovery yet.
This afternoon, at work, I found out that a co-worker, O, died. He was Japanese-Canadian and a fairly quiet man. we would talk sometimes and once we started he always had a hello and a smile when we met. A few times we talked about life in Asia. We had some similar likes and dislikes. Work is going to be a darker place without him.
I had to deal with things like that when I lived in Korea. Family and friends dying or being hurt and nothing I could do. It was hard but being home, and not being able to do anything, is harder. O's dying has hit me hard. My Uncle's current condition probably made it harder than it would have.
Such is life. The bad times make you treasure the good.
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