I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

Well...this looks scary.

Some place names...you gotta' wonder.

How 'bout in Finland: Middelfart

Or the UK: North Piddle ("piddle" is slang for "pee" in the USA), Pennis Wood, Penistone, Thong, Titty Ho,

France: Anus

Wales: Three Cocks

Phillipines: Sexmoan

Scotland: Cockplay

Japan: Gofuku

India: Dikshit

Orkney: Twatt

Australia: Mount Mee, Mount Buggery

In the USA:

Fugit, Kentucky

Hardcock, South Carolina

Frogsuck, Maggie's Nipples, Wyoming

Tightsqueeze, Virginia

Onacock, Virginia

Fort Dick, California

Probe, Utah

Zip Down, Intercourse, Pennsylvania

The arts are the road to the soul, and a road to our human potential. Art is both a reflection of our ideals and dreams, and the darkest open festering sores of our humanity.

It can be both everything and nothing, depending on the eye of the beholder.

Whether a painting, sculpture, performance, poem or photography; art flays away the skin of our outer self, and exposes the blood and guts and bone beneath. Art is not for the faint of heart. In looking at art, we are asked to search the dusty corners of our own mind, heart, spirit and soul.

Having a bit of a rant on my blog about health care reform--they really are pushing to force all Americans to purchase health care....it was offered at my job once. No one took it. They couldn't afford the loss of half a pay check a month...private health care is ridiculously expensive to people on lower wages, and quite a few of my co-workers are barely making it, as it is, now.

Of course, nothing is decided. Maybe, if we're lucky, they'll give up. We desperately need health care for all, in the USA--but not at the expense of more suffering!

I honestly would rather suffer and die without healthcare, than suffer more hardship and face paying a fine because I'm being forced to buy something I can ill-afford. It's just so cold and callous, this plan the dems are pushing...it's literally sickening to me. If I could afford to flee to Canada or Europe, I really wouldn't hesitate. This country isn't something I'm very proud of, any longer.

I'm afraid that I am very upset. I've seen the suffering and hardship among co-workers over the years. And yes, I've lived through it, myself. I had health insurance while working at the Saratoga harness track/casino...and between the union dues and the high health insurance deductions (and the taxes)...I was often going hungry...one week I had to live on nothing but peanut butter from a jar and tinned peaches...and I was working 42 hours a week! I was working for $8.25 an hour, and having almost $80 a week deducted from my pay envelope--over 25% of that, was health insurance costs!

So, yeah, I'm more than a little upset and outraged over this everyone has to buy healthcare proposal. It's totally unjust and I feel just as many innocent people will suffer from this plan, as will be helped by it. There is nothing right about it, as far as I'm concerned, it's just another governmental cop-out.

I know some of you will want me to have a little faith, but unfortunately, I have no faith left in my government. I would never wish it any harm, of course, but---I'm afraid that I am just a wee bit repelled by my own country, these days. Sure, maybe positive things will happen, and I hope so. Yet, I fear the new party in power will become just like a spoiled child with a room so full of shiny new toys, that doesn't care much what happens to the toys after they're done playing.

These are politicans with more love for power and money, than they'll ever have for their fellow men, women and children.

Sorry, but I just needed to get this off my chest.

To me, venting my anger or frustration or streess is like a mental belch or fart: Better out than in, I say!

I was at work tonight, going through the sales script as usual. We have a new thing now, where one is expected to ask the person if they want to supply an e-mail address...you either type into the appropriate box, the address or, if they refuse or don't have a computer, "none."

Now, I was working with people into American history--which usually means a lot of ill-mannered uptight blokes, who would make crochety televison character Victor Meldrew, seem more like David Attenborough.

Anyway, I'm about to "code out" a call--meaning, I indicate by clicking a certain box, specifically why i didn't make the sale...To say the pompous ill-mannered git was a massive arsehole, would be a gross understatment. But, that's what you have to expect, from these sorts of people.

And...I just stopped and stared at my screen, gobsmacked. Open-mouthed, disbelieving.

I was sat there stunned, because some co-worker who'd handled this particular record before me, wrote in the box, where the e-mail address or "none" was supposed to go: "PRICK."

Well, yes, yes, the man was--I was in complete agreement with that--but not out loud, for cripes sake!!!

I mean, it's a sucky job, having to deal on the phone every night, with hundreds of ill-mannered, mean, nasty, stupid American prigs night after night--yet, what we think about these morons, is supposed to stay in our heads, or be bitched about behind the closed doors the ladies loo....not written down in plain sight, on the script---which the CLIENT will be reading!!!

Jesus, that sort of shite could make us all lose our jobs, as this is our biggest client!

So, I wrote down the information about the record--I mean, I was truly...stunned, that anyone would be that stupid and immature--even in our office, which more and more often resembles a kindergarten class--thanks largely to the stinking teenage reps--and, lenient supervisors...who consistantly allow teenagers to get away with stuff us adults are never allowed to.

Anyway, I go to draw this potentially damaging breech of office rules (and professionalism) to the supervisor's attention-- (I don't want them thinking it was me, who did it)...and do I get THANKED for pointing this thing, that could lose us our biggest client, out?

Hell NO!

I get YELLED AT for not coding out the call--which only happened because I needed to write down the effing information, so they could trace the culprit, and make sure he/she doesn't do it again.

Un-fricking-believable!

Especially in light of the fact that I have been COMPLIMENTED a number of times by my supervisors, for coding out calls very quickly!

If I'm not coding out a call right off, 98% of the time there's a GOOD reason--1. the computer programme is frozen and won't budge off the page, no matter how often I click it. Or, 2. There's a problem with the record or customer, and I'm busy writing down information to give to my supervisor. 3. The supervisor or a co-worker is asking a work-related question, and I'm temporaily distracted. 4. The supervisor tells me to not code out the call right away.

Well, next time there's a problem--I'm effing going to IGNORE it! my employers! Why should I make the effort to point out a problem(s), if all I'm going to get is bitched at? Screw that!!

I thought I was doing the right thing, but I don't think there is a "right" thing, in this company, any longer...well, I came damn near close to turning in my card key and walking out the door forever, tonight, let me tell you! This isn't the crappiest employer I've ever had, but it certainly is the most disorganized, slovenly and trashy one!