I got “the wood!”
For those that don’t know what I’m talking about, its the next Marvel tentpole movie which just released its first official trailer.
This movie means more to me than most other people for the comics it was based upon have always had a special place in my heart and mind. Sadly the Silver Surfer, who is the protagonist of the comics version, and is one of my favorite imaginary heroes, isn’t in this version.
Oh well, I’m going to have to take what I get… which is going to be awesome!
Did I mention I got the wood?
So I’m once more hiding out and writing before work. I got my headphones in and am working once more on StarBabe. I’m at a point now where I actually have two star babes and am considering killing one off as I’m trying to wrap this story up and finish it off. I know I need to kill something off (the voices inside my head are telling me this is a good thing).
More to come.
Friday was a success. I got two truck bed loads of “stuff” out of my garage and to the local goodwill.
I’m thinking I need to make this a new tradition.
With my kids now being 7 & 11, we just don’t need to keep all this stuff anymore.
Thursday was good with the friends and family. I was the primary bird cook with my wife handling about half of the side dishes. It had to end earlier than we would have liked but medical issues are always present.
On Saturday I started stringing up the Xmas lights and later that night we had some adult friends over (no it wasn’t a fishbowl party) and we got in a couple of hours of Cards Against Humanity.
Sunday was a chill day where I got to do some more garage cleaning. The wife and I can now part both of our cars in the garage again. Yes, it’s a three-bay garage but we use the third bay as storage, which had unfortunately crept over into my stall. If I get more time in the near future I can see myself going to town again and getting that third side cleaned out to the point of moving a couch out there and a widescreen so I can make it into a quasi man-cave.
All this brings me back to today being (Cyber)Monday and how I’m avoiding getting any real words down on my story by writing in this and daydreaming of what I might find in various sales online…. decisions-decisions….
I have actual stuff to do at work and don’t want to waste their time with my surfing so I guess I’m going to put off my story for yet another day. I didn’t touch my story over the long break but that’s okay. I thought about it in passing and now have some new ideas that I’m contemplating wiggling into the thing.
Well, that’s it for now,
So here I am trying to take my union training modules online and the damn McD’s wifi isn’t throttled/fast enough to load the pages without them timing out.
Guess I’m going to have to post about something else.
I saw an interesting video the other day. It just so happens to be Dwight related. Here you go Dwight…
So maybe you are thinking “why all the Dwight talk Dave?”
The answer is simply… “I’m trying to help my prior coworkers by helping her.”
She needs to realize she is “messed up” and has issues.
A squeaky wheel(er) gets noticed.
Squeaking (pun +1) of getting noticed,
I’ve known for over a year that she’s been reading this blog.
It wasn’t that hard to figure out because I know her personality type. She is the type of person to snoop, which I have a video of her doing, at my desk thanks to my motion-sensitive spy camera.
She is the type of person that belittles you in order to make herself feel better. It’s a trump personality type and the world has enough of this toxic behavior.
Hey Dwight, you want to know why I’ve been such an intentional pain in her side this past year? It’s because you are a bully and if you don’t stand up to the bully they will just keep doing it again and again.
You play your stupid games to mess with us and instill fear into those in the unit. Asking me to get a note from my school nurse verifying that I picked up my daughter from school… really Dwight? Talk about making things up just to harass your staff. We’ve got plenty of other examples and documentation from everyone in the unit.
You intentionally mess with people which is why I return the deed back to you. That is no way to treat your peers.
Yes, I too can play devils advocate and say, “If you are both doing it then aren’t you both at fault?”
The answer is simply she’s been doing it to the entire staff and not just me. The others, bless their little hearts, haven’t had the gusto to push back. Sometimes it takes someone of pool man vengeance levels to step up to the plate.
I’m not done Dwight, not by a long shot.
Oh, and yes, I’ve also known that a good number of other managers in the building have also been reading my posts.
Well, this has been fun. Guess I had better get back to spinning my other StarBitch…er….StarBabe story…
Can you read me now?
Yep. Yesterday I broke down my latest writings and found out I had crossed the 50k mark. (smiles to self). I hadn’t realized I had done so with all the fragmented writing I’ve done over the past month or so.
I’m still plugging away on it and hope/expect to finish out around the 60k mark. Then I have to do the hard part and dive back into the thing and start cleaning it up. I left a good many **CleanupLater marks in the thing. I utilize the (StarStar) marks as my “get back too” markers. Sometimes I don’t use the same name throughout my works as my writing is so fragmented in when and where I get to do it. Another trick I often do is use simple generic names throughout a story and then when I get near the end and I have finally figured out what my characters final names are going to be are simply swapped out through the find and replace option in my writing software. I’ve used “Bob”, “Tina”, or even “Asshole” as temp names for various characters or villains. My latest story had me using “RedShirt2” as a human female marine sniper. I still don’t know what her final name is going to be but I’m not done with the story so there is no hurry as the [Control] + [F] keyboard keys are so forgiving.
Without wanting to give away too much, right now I have my heroes shooting it out on the beach of mostly water world with the alien bad guys. I’m working on the final parts of the story and wrapping the various threads back in on itself which can often be the most problematic as you don’t want to leave anything dangling.
Over this last weekend, I got to watch over two additional kids as their parents went on a short trip to New Orleans. The child, nine, was a walking lying machine. It was so funny how in one instance, he started down the steps with one version of a story, and upon reaching the bottom, had a completely different version and had contradicted everything else he had said on the way down.
It kind of made me think back to my Dwight and how immature she has to be to think she is being genuine.
I’m in training all week. It’s kind of job-related but it’s also a nice break as it gives me some mental separation from my prior Dwight going into my new job. I swear new boss has such a low bar to cross in comparison to what came before.
TOOTLES and Kisses
So on my last day at the Dwight job, she pulled me aside and told me in a very stern voice, “You need to learn to listen to management.” I then said, “Point taken, now do you also agree that you could stand to listen to the members of your staff?”
She wasn’t having any of it.
Associations, hierarchies, organizations, are all really nothing more than partnerships in disguise.
There is no cure for stupid but self-admission. I don’t see her ever coming to this realization.
Out of a team of 8 people I was the 5th to leave over the last 12 month period. She, of course, is ignoring this fact as she likes to think that we all had other reasons for leaving. Yeah, I can admit there is some truth to this. I mean you don’t go to the grocery store for just “eggs” and typically pick up milk or other items while you are there. But the fact that you still went for and got the eggs is lost on her. The eggs in this example was the egg-scape but (ssshhhh) she’s too whacked to see through my little disguise. I guess what they say is true, ignorance is indeed bliss.
Note to self: No matter how hard you try to point out the obvious, you still can’t fix the stupid.
Okay, I got another ‘how stupid is Dwight’ story.
So my new boss and I had it worked out that I would start my new position over there on the 20th of November. He had a training class and I had a training class.
We discussed it.
I didn’t need to know the specifics of his and he didn’t seem to care about the specifics of mine, we had an understanding.
So yesterday I send my current Dwight an email about my accepting his job offer and my last day in her unit. Her, typical as is her behavior, tried once more to screw one of her employees over again. You see once she knows you want something she goes out of her way to screw it up.
The stupid… it burns….
She, using some false justification, released me from my job earlier than I was requesting. I had given her the standard two weeks+ notice and she shortened it so that I wouldn’t be allowed to attend the training class. She went out of her way to make sure I couldn’ attend it by releasing me earlier.
Yep, this is that kind of vindictive(stupid/cruel)
So my new boss, already loving this man, sends me an email saying I will start in his unit on the earlier date but he will allow me to still attend the training. He says “I’m going to have to suffer getting a bump in pay earlier than I had originally planned.”
So her trying to screw me backfired again*. Thanks for the extra $200 Dwight 😉
This woman wastes more taxpayer money.
The stupid… IT BURNS!
[ * = She had me stay out of work for a 4 week period due to surgery I had for a deviated septum. I got all sorts of projects done around the house while getting paid to do them = Win/Win. The wife keeps joking that I need to sign myself up for even more surgeries. ]
One of these days I’m going to have to post more stuff about my actual stories again (or am I already doing it 😛 )
You can’t make this stuff up.
I know what you are thinking, “Isn’t this blog about writing?” It is. It’s just about so many facets of a writers life; all of it in the “first draft”.
So yesterday (THORsday for those keeping track) I accepted one of the offers I had floating out there. I feel good. I feel really good. Before I had accepted the one I contacted some of my other contacts about other interviews I had gone on and you know what? They all said I had done really well (even if I had personally thought otherwise), and thought I had a good work ethic.
That was really humbling and appreciated.
It’s nice to hear that other people actually see what I do to get my work done.
My (soon to be prior) Dwight doesn’t see it. She never will. It’s so sad…. and I’m not talking about that in a selfish way. I mean she is a waste of a human being in that she chooses not to see her own nose in spite of everyone else. She is the embodiment of loathing and denial.
Yeah, I can make a typo now and again. I can also amend other peoples typos when I catch them and cover for them. Apparently, that stuff is never acknowledged and so my work goes unappreciated.
… (Smug thoughts in the spirit of humor) …
Oh well, their loss.
No longer shall I play the role of “designated decoy” to protect my fellow team members. Now they must face the trickster all on their own. (Or…. they could always request union representation?)
Tonight the new Thor movie comes out. Small factoid of random stupid stuff. It was almost four years ago to the day when the last Thor movie came out and I accepted my current job. I was so excited to see that movie as I for this latest one. One could humorously say I play the role of Thor, fighting the trickster Loki while trying to save Asgard.
(WTF man? Are you high? That sounds so stupid.)
No, not high. Not high like Dwight likes to get once she gets home to the ranch.
Yes, I know.
I know a good many things about Dwight.
My battle may be over but there the war continues as there is still a Poolman that needs to be taken down.
Disclaimer: In order to write successfully one must stir emotions and live vicariously through characters that they both create and borrow from the real world. Have I done that? Be honest, you don’t know what to think right now.
I have it from reliable sources that my work plight is soon to be over.
More to come on this topic at a later time.
On a quasi-related note, my Dwight pulled me into another 1on1 yesterday. She had some bitter words for me over my actions of late. I just rolled with her jabs and flicked a few volleys back of my own. Nothing serious mind you but enough to “MAYBE” get her to think about herself.
INTROSPECTION: It’s what people with heads up their asses lack.
I’m sure everyone understands the movie/TV trope of where a couple breaks up and the person breaking the relationship says “It’s not you, it’s me.” We all know they are just saying that to make the transition as seamless as possible. We, the outside observer, know this as true. The fictional delusional participant, not so much.
That is my current(soon to be prior) work environment.
She thinks I escape work to donate blood (etc…) to get away from “doing work”. I had to exercise great control not to laugh in her face and blurt out something like “It’s all you sugar tits!” I will have made the fifth person to leave over the past 12 month period out of a staff of 8 for the unit.
I’m going to do some quick math…
Cube 1 – Mr. R. (Left 1 month ago after being in unit for close to 10 years – took a lateral to get away)
Cube 2 – Mr. L. (Left the month after his 6-month probation ended – took a lateral to get away)
Cube 3 – Mr. N. (new guy and still under his 6-month probation – 1 month left)
Cube 4 – Mr. A. (new guy and still under his 6-month probation – 5 months left)
Cube 5 – Mr. T. (been there 4 years and is po’d pretty significantly)
Cube 6 – Dwight Schrutte (been in charge for 13 months now)
Cube 7 – Mrs. K. (new gal and still under her 6-month probation – 1 month left)
Cube 8 – Mrs. H. (been there 5 years and is actively looking for other jobs)
Cube 9 – Mr. Wheee!!!! (I’m free!!!) – promotional limited term position
The additional personnel should also be mentioned.
Mrs. S. (left 2 months into Dwight’s reign – got a promotion into an adjoining unit)
Mrs. C. (left 8 months into Dwight’s reign for a limited term lateral in an adjoining unit)
Well, that’s it for now.
My weekend was busy.
I got to; take my daughter to a med clinic due to her strep throat, visit Costco, work in my yard, help a neighbor dig out and put in two new fence posts, help my wife with her cabinet project, do laundry, and somehow sneak in a nap.
On the train into work, I got some more words down on my story. I’m still pushing towards the end of the story but now I’m having to wrap up all the loose ends which can tend to make things go slower.
Such is life