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Contact...and I don't mean that lame ass movie with Jodie Foster [Dec. 19th, 2021 at the third stroke, the time will be 06:49 pm]
A Psychopathic Poet, The Devil's Bastard Son.
[Caution! Curefreak is |It depends when you read it ;)]
[Annoying the neighbours with |"Rats" In My Pants...Sonic Youth]

This is a post that will remain here all the time.

All replies to it are screened and will remain screened and not just so it appears that no-one has ever had a problem with me ;).

Essentially it is so you can tell me anything, be it good, bad, or even, heaven forbid, a problem with me. *LOL*.

It is also a place to let me know if you have a problem in, or with, one of the communities I moderate.

It is an anything post. It's up to you what it is :).

Further details/explanation/credit for this idea can be found here.

If you came here to ask for advice anonymously from my friends' list, please click this and the magic of internet transportation will take you where you need to go.
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(no subject) [Apr. 20th, 2013 at the third stroke, the time will be 11:04 am]
A Psychopathic Poet, The Devil's Bastard Son.
[Current Location |Classified for (my) security reasons]
[Caution! Curefreak is |predatorypredatory]
[Annoying the neighbours with |"Milkman of Human Kindness" In My Pants...Billy Bragg]

So as my plans for world domination gain momentum, by "gain momentum" I mean I got out of bed this morning afternoon, but whatever, I have made some decisions. Firstly, if I am going to do this properly I have to do some research. To this end I have watched the movie The Dictator by that Borat/Ali G guy and also I have been eating a lot of oranges - the latter seemed to work quite well for Idi Amin.

I have also decided that it is a little bit dangerous to run the world as a dictator, just ask Saddam or anyone else that the U.S. has decided annoy them. For that reason, and because I like the word "quasi", I have decided that my rise to power will involve a quasi election. For this to be successful I need someone to run against, preferably someone with no legs and no means of transport thus making their "running" more like sitting on a stump of a body in one spot while I run off into the sunset.

So I have been searching the internet and I found this guy right in my backyard of Australia. His name is Toby Ralph, which is a good start because that is a really silly name and no one can take someone seriously if they have a silly name, I mean Humphrey Bogart and Marlon Brando are prime examples of this, as though those guys would ever become popular with names like that, not to mention Engelbert Humperdinck!

Even better Toby Ralph (Giggles at the name hoping the giggling becomes contagious, or even better really annoying and that the annoyance is attached to the name making you hate him even more) has some rather outspoken views on the poor. He recently wrote an article suggesting the poor should be killed. I have put the whole thing under the cut hereCollapse )

He is a turtle neck sweater and a houndstooth scarf away from perfection as my opposition, so stay tuned and I will update when he returns my phonecall.
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World Domination Update. [Mar. 7th, 2013 at the third stroke, the time will be 06:25 am]
A Psychopathic Poet, The Devil's Bastard Son.
[Annoying the neighbours with |"No one is to blame" In My Pants...Howard Jones]

As you are probably aware I am planning on becoming Undisputed World Leader. As such I have plans. My first plan is not to get out of bed until at least 2pm daily. The rest of you can get up as required, but me, no way. You see they say that "the early bird catches the worm", well who is to say I am not a worm in the scheme of things? As such I'll be buggered if I am going to explore the intestinal tract of a bird and certainly not at some ungodly hour that precedes mid afternoon!

Consider yourselves informed.
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Ooops he did it again! [Feb. 20th, 2013 at the third stroke, the time will be 09:35 pm]
A Psychopathic Poet, The Devil's Bastard Son.
[Caution! Curefreak is |guiltyguilty]
[Annoying the neighbours with |"God Save The Queen" In My Pants...Sex Pistols]

I am by no means a fan of the British royal family, however at least old man Prince Philip (The Queen's husband) can make it all somewhat interesting. Below is a news article about his latest effort and it includes a couple of his previous comments too.

The Duke of Edinburgh has joked about the number of Filipinos working in Britain's National Health Service (NHS) - telling a nurse her country must now be "half-empty", it has been reported.

Philip, who is famed for his off-the-cuff remarks, made the hospital worker from the Philippines laugh with his comment during a visit to open a cardiac centre.

BBC Online reported the Duke as saying to the unnamed woman: "The Philippines must be half-empty - you're all here running the NHS."

Philip's remark came during a visit to Luton and Dunstable University Hospital on Tuesday, where he officially launched the multimillion-pound cardiac centre.

A spokeswoman for the hospital described the royal visit as a huge boost for staff morale and said the Duke was in a jovial mood, making jokes throughout his tour.

Philip had a stent fitted to clear a blockage in a coronary artery in December 2011 and when, during the visit, he was given a gold plated stent, he quipped that he now had a spare.

The Duke is well-known for his outspoken comments and famously told British students during a 1986 state visit to China: "If you stay here much longer, you'll all be slitty-eyed."

He also once told a group of deaf youngsters: "Deaf? If you are near there, no wonder you are deaf," referring to a school's steel band.

He also Susan Edwards, who is blind, uses a wheelchair and has a guide dog: "Do you know they have eating dogs for the anorexic now?"

The hospital spokesman said of yesterday's visit: "Staff greatly enjoyed the opportunity to meet the Duke of Edinburgh, and we regard all personal conversations he had with our staff and guests as private and therefore would not comment on them."
Buckingham Palace said it did not comment on private conversations.
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I'd have used sarcasm, but even with it being the lowest form of wit it'd still be over your head! [Feb. 6th, 2013 at the third stroke, the time will be 07:18 pm]
A Psychopathic Poet, The Devil's Bastard Son.
[Caution! Curefreak is |moodymoody]
[Annoying the neighbours with |"Shoplifters Of The World Unite" In My Pants...The Smiths ]

Caution: Venting Ahead!

Ok, so I did a post in two communities about religion. In my introduction I said "I myself am not religious per se, I guess I am more agnostic, aka backing my odds both ways in case there is a higher power or powers *lol*."

3 separate people felt the need to comment that this is not what agnosticism is and that I had no idea obviously what it meant/is.

Well how do I put this gently... IT WAS A JOKE YOU MORONS!!! as hinted at by the "*lol*" at the end of the statement!

Thank goodness I didn't mention Anglican religion being people who worshiped Pythagoras otherwise they would have believed I was the the offspring of the village idiot and the TV weather girl!

I didn't bother trying to explain to them that it was a joke, because, well it's more fun to come here and rant about it ;). Next time though I'll make the post complete with flashing, sparkly arrows pointing to the statement that say "This is a joke!" and "Look, it's a joke!".
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(no subject) [Jan. 31st, 2013 at the third stroke, the time will be 10:55 pm]
A Psychopathic Poet, The Devil's Bastard Son.
[Current Location |Nowhere near my boss, the axes or the lawnmowers!]
[Annoying the neighbours with |"Liar" In My Pants...Henry Rollins]

I will NOT kill my boss.

This counts as a disclaimer that will stand up in a court of law right? I mean if she is found with an axe through the back of her head no one will look at me with accusing eyes. Everyone will all assume, based on this post, that she tripped over a lawn mower and fell backwards on to an axe in a rare, ok, extremely rare (think Halley's Comet to the power of 10 rare) moment of attempting to do something other than delegate work while waddling around like a penguin who owes a loan shark a large sum of money and donated their kneecaps as a down payment on the overdue sum of money.

No, it wasn't me, I wasn't even there. HONEST!
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(no subject) [Jan. 13th, 2013 at the third stroke, the time will be 06:06 pm]
A Psychopathic Poet, The Devil's Bastard Son.
[Caution! Curefreak is |contemplativecontemplative]
[Annoying the neighbours with |"Sister's Crazy" In My Pants...The Candy Harlots]

I'm not going to make a reference to the Deep South in relation to my "annoying the neighbours with" because hillbillies have lots of guns, so instead I give you curefreak's thought of the day - for those who refuse to think for themselves.

It is a reasonably commonly accepted view that tv shows introduce a baby as a character when they start going down hill in quality/entertainment value.

This is further backed up in my mind by the fact that soap operas almost invariably have babies in them from the start!
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(no subject) [Jan. 6th, 2013 at the third stroke, the time will be 03:41 pm]
A Psychopathic Poet, The Devil's Bastard Son.
[Caution! Curefreak is |cheerfulcheerful]
[Annoying the neighbours with |"Eloise" In My Pants...The Damned]

I know I ought to claim that I do the following because I am a Sociologist, thing is I don't think any of you would buy it, so I am going to just admit I do the following because I am just a little stranger than strange at times. I enjoy reading police crime logs.

Now the following is an excerpt from a police log in one area of the U.S. coming up to Christmas. I admit there were other crimes reported that I have not posted - none of which involved me btw ;) - but for me these were certainly the highlights and these actually made up 75% of the report.

No wonder they call it the silly season!

Friday, December 21
2:00 p.m.: A resident walking into the station was upset that the Post Office was not flying the United States flag at half staff as directed by the President. The resident wanted her complaint logged.
5:07 p.m.: On Gordon Road, a homeowner reported that someone entered his property today and took his American flag off the front of his house. He claims this was not from the wind as the entire pole is gone as well.
11:49 p.m.: At The Great American Tavern on Main Street, an employee called to report a patron in the parking lot threatening to shoot people and blow up the restaurant. Police were unable to locate the person.

Saturday, December 22
1:28 p.m.: A walk in to the station reported that there is a vulgar lawn decoration on Park Street with Santa urinating that he wished to be removed. The owner was contacted and agreed without issue to take the item down this afternoon. This is the second time in two years this has happened.

Monday, December 24
7:36 p.m.: A lot of noise in the background was heard before a 911 hang up. On call back, police spoke with a male party who stated they were having a small New Year’s party. He was reminded that it was Christmas Eve.
12:01 p.m.: Police received a call from a woman who said that while buying brake pads at Auto Zone, an employee offered to install them for her. She reported that Hyannis Police called her and stated that her vehicle was abandoned on the beach and had to be towed before the tide took it away.
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Voice Post [Dec. 25th, 2012 at the third stroke, the time will be 01:43 am]
A Psychopathic Poet, The Devil's Bastard Son.
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This is the post where I first come up with the term "a real Vegan thing". [Dec. 3rd, 2012 at the third stroke, the time will be 07:28 pm]
A Psychopathic Poet, The Devil's Bastard Son.
[Caution! Curefreak is |curiouscurious]
[Annoying the neighbours with |"Sorted for E's & Wizz" In My Pants...PULP]

Having worked in sales for a little while now, "a little" while being the context of world history and rather longer in calendar years than I care to mention, I have seen an ever increasing amount of American based sales techniques coming into play. Some of these are good, some are weird (I'm sorry, but standing in a huddle chanting my company's name at 7am does a lot less to motivate me than allowing me to sleep for a few extra hours and start at 10am) and some, well just don't work for me.

Case in point with ones that don't work for me. We are often encouraged to refer to the customer by name during our interaction these days. I see they are pushing to personalise the sales process, but really dropping the customer's name again and again is not something I am confident doing. I'm not sure if that is because I hate having sales people do it to me, or if I hate them doing it because I don't do it. It's a real chicken and egg dislike thing...or, perhaps I hate both, in which case it is a real Vegan thing! *GRIN*.

One company I worked for even referred to it as "the sweetest sound a customer can hear". Eh, yeah, right, I think "Free" would sound sweeter to them, but heck, maybe I know nothing so, have a poll....

*Please note I forgot to bold the word uncomfortable in this poll and it is kind of an important distinction, so please pretend it is bolded. Thanks :).

0 means you like it/are fine with it.

5 means you are not bothered either way, or it depends on the salesperson.

10 means it creeps you out big time, or annoys the stuff that should be flushed down the toilet out of you.

How uncomfortable does having a salesperson refer to you by name while trying to "make the sale" make you feel?

Mean: 7.89 Median: 8 Std. Dev 1.66
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This is my brain on too many episodes of The Dukes of Hazzard! [Nov. 29th, 2012 at the third stroke, the time will be 05:01 pm]
A Psychopathic Poet, The Devil's Bastard Son.
[Caution! Curefreak is |optimisticoptimistic]
[Annoying the neighbours with |"Hey Hey, My My" In My Pants....Battleme]

I think I may have come across a way to finally become rich by doing very little. As those among you will know this is my life's ambition as I am lazy and self entitled - well it is when I can be bothered, which frankly isn't very often, though I see no reason why I should be bothered, but anyway...

I am going to buy myself an American car. I am then going to sue the car maker as when I spin the wheels, or slide the car around a corner or come to a sliding braking halt on a dirt road, or sand even, there is no tyre/tire squealing sound. You see every American TV show I have grown up with has their cars making this sound on dirt roads and sand so it must be true.

Before you all call me crazy, relax, I have a Plan B too. If the above law suit fails I will sue Hollywood for misrepresenting American cars and shattering my dreams.

Still not convinced? That's ok, I have a Plan whatever letter comes after B too! I can always go on the talk show circuit as the filer of ludicrous and unsuccessful law suits!

So now please send me money so I can buy an American car and get rich - Oh and yeah, I guess I'll pay you back the money sometime after I get rich ok?
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(no subject) [Nov. 22nd, 2012 at the third stroke, the time will be 03:55 pm]
A Psychopathic Poet, The Devil's Bastard Son.
[Annoying the neighbours with |"Waiting For A Star To Fall" In My Pants...Boy Meets Girl]

I have a question for you all - and this one is something you could ask at the after church get together too, so this is rather momentous for me; my mind has finally risen from the gutter, albeit a short lived rise, much like the rise to fame of one of those Idol contestants.

Have you ever wished on a shooting star?

This may seem a pretty easy yes, but let me explain. Every time I have seen one I have been like "OMG, it's a shooting sta....." and then it's gone. Given this and that my internal monologue in my head apparently runs as though it received its elocution lessons in the Southern states of America and then took a few extra Valium with its Cornflakes that day, I have to say that I have never successfully made a wish on one.
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Yet another reason for you to hate spam. [Nov. 11th, 2012 at the third stroke, the time will be 05:13 pm]
A Psychopathic Poet, The Devil's Bastard Son.
[Current Location |Heading toward your bedroom window]
[Caution! Curefreak is |accomplishedaccomplished]
[Annoying the neighbours with |"That's Entertainment" In My Pants...The Jam]

I'm not sure which is more shocking, me finding myself typing in this thing, or the shock you will feel finding an entry from me on your friends' page. Here is another odd thing, a part of the reason I find myself actually posting an entry is because of LJ spam. No, not that I am on a rampage about my LJ being attacked by spam, or other canned meat products :P. It's that I keep getting these spam comments from fake accounts to my old entries telling me that they have a crush on me and I miss getting comments like this from real people on my friends' list (*LOL*) and reading through the entries and the comments from real people made me realise how much I miss hanging out with you guys!

So, what's new with me - hmmm, not a lot. I am still working in the flooring department at the hardware store. I got a promotion from sales associate to sales specialist within 6 weeks of starting which was surprising given the normal time frame is 2 years for this to occur. It came with a 17.5% pay rise and a new name tag, so in other words a piece of cardboard and an extra 4 cents an hour *lol*. The job is good, we are under staffed and we have a new store manager who is in his first role as store manager so is very "by the book" and not really willing to look at ways to maximise business. Case in point corporate says we should be on rotating shifts between opening and closing. I work with a guy who loves opening shifts (7am - 4pm) and I like closing (12.30pm - 9.30pm), but they won't allow us to swap and do all opens and closes respectively. The main reason I hate openings is that I love selling, but honestly there is no-one around buying carpet etc at 7am, I mean really, why would there be? Oh, I should mention I won sales specialist of the month in September, another silly thing. There are 10 or so sales specialists in the store, and depending on the department they all have different sales goals. Now flooring is sort of one of the lower turn-over departments (Kitchens are the highest goal, then appliances, then flooring and millwork are even). Well they award this based on the the specialist's total sales for the month, as opposed to a fairer way which would be % over target, so I was rather chuffed to be the highest selling specialist for the month. Our month started last Saturday and with my schedule I have worked only 5 days so far and I am already at least double my sales target for the month (I say at least as I am hoping a $4500 sale came in while I was off) and yet corporate, or our manager won't put me on in "prime time" all the time, it's very frustrating. I did however get a plaque for being specialist of the month though.

Ok, that will do for my "life" update, it makes me realise just how boring my life is.

Still I have a life, despite almost getting squashed by a bus on Friday. I suppose that is sort of my fault :P. I always say to customers "I will write this price down for you, just in case I get hit by a bus or such" and then I almost was. Oddly though this was not actually how I almost became a part of a bus' tyre. It involved me, an i-pod, dancing and The Violent Femmes. Suffice to say it was part lunacy and (a large part) something that looked like an uncoordinated seizure.

Ok that will do for my "death" update.

On going I am realising that to a degree blogging for me is somewhat about habit. So I am going to try and get myself back in the swing of things by posting to my music LJ, radio_curefreak regularly and then, I hope, in turn I will find myself updating here too - but in the words of Pat Benatar (who may appear there at some point), "no promises, no demands" ;).

Moving along, I am curious, as opposed to trying to work out my vacation road trip plan on which of your bedroom windows to peek through, no really *nods emphatically*, what do you wear when you sleep? Myself I am a "naked in all weather" type of guy and pretty much have been all my life - with the exception of my time at boarding school that is.
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(no subject) [Mar. 28th, 2012 at the third stroke, the time will be 04:33 pm]
A Psychopathic Poet, The Devil's Bastard Son.
[Annoying the neighbours with |"Right Here, Right Now" In My Pants...Jesus Jones]

I am going to stress that your answers to the following question will not change the way I think about you. However you are still more than welcome to reply anonymously if you wish (no IP tracking here) as this is one of those moral quandary questions I like to pose - Yeah, I know, I have a Masters in Sociology but sell flooring for a living, so I suppose I have to let the Sociologist within out every now and again *lol*.

This is a true story. An armored vehicle carrying a load of cash suddenly started spilling cash out on to the highway. Some motorists continued driving, while others stopped to stuff their pockets with the cash.

The article interviewed some people to see how they would react in this situation (Their replies are under hereCollapse )

A link to the article is here: http://washingtonexaminer.com/local/maryland/2012/03/cash-spills-i-270-what-would-you-do/399981

Also, as I am REALLY interested in people's opinions, feel free to link this post in your LJ and ask people to come over and give their opinion.

I would ask in a community such as ask_me_anything or thequestionclub, but his story is now 4 days old and it may have been asked already and I really don't want to have to wade through 4 days of posts of "What should I do with my hair?" "What type of tattoo should I get?" and "I have beans and rice in the fridge. What should I make for dinner?" to see if someone has asked this, so linkage to this post would be greatly appreciated :)
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(no subject) [Mar. 12th, 2012 at the third stroke, the time will be 10:19 pm]
A Psychopathic Poet, The Devil's Bastard Son.
[Caution! Curefreak is |chipperchipper]
[Annoying the neighbours with |"Too Shy" In My Pants...Kajagoogoo]

I got some pretty interesting replies to my last post, so I thank you. I am unable to share any of them though as they were not posted anonymously and I was not given permission to share them.

Now I have a quick question, as usual a little strange, but do your socks have a left and a right?

Mine do and I am unsure if that's "normal" or if I need to change my socks a little more ofter so they stop moulding to my feet or not.
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(no subject) [Mar. 10th, 2012 at the third stroke, the time will be 07:19 pm]
A Psychopathic Poet, The Devil's Bastard Son.
[Annoying the neighbours with |"Hobo Humpin' Slobo Babe" In My Pants...Whale]

The following question was asked by someone anonymously (I actually have no idea who submitted it, but I hope they read this, while I was "away" from LJ). To clarify they were asking me to ask all of you, as opposed to them asking me directly.

The following poll has the individual answers hidden for your privacy. I will also be screening comments. You may reply anonymously and have your comment unscreened. Alternately you may post under your username and it will remain screened, unless you ask me to unscreen it (The reason for this is that I have had people make mistakes in the past and in this case anonymity may be important.)

Also, feel free to use this post to tell me about specific, or general, incidents or stories if you wish :)

0 means they pretty much have to put a billboard up in your face.

5 is pretty much so so.

10 means you have a sixth sense about it - or possibly know a lot of people with access to billboards.

How good do you feel you are at telling when someone is "romantically" or "sexually" interested in you?

Mean: 4.53 Median: 5 Std. Dev 2.57
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It's a love hate kinda relationship. [Mar. 5th, 2012 at the third stroke, the time will be 08:31 pm]
A Psychopathic Poet, The Devil's Bastard Son.
[Annoying the neighbours with |"After the Watershed" In My Pants...Carter USM]

Let me preface this by saying that on the whole I am rather fortunate, my microwave and I have a pretty amicable relationship. I don't put demands on it, I mean never have I subjected it to the demands of the bake function, or forced it to use the delay start option (though this is more about not having a clue how to programme it and less to do with altruistic behaviour on my part).

In return it delivers me my frozen tv dinners in a (relatively) edible state in a couple of minutes - being a guy "a couple of minutes" is quite a long time - WHAT??? I watch a lot of football (soccer) and a lot can happen in two minutes! Why did you all give me that look??? ;). It also doesn't complain when I ask it to make my coffee drinkable after I decide I would indeed like that fifth cup of coffee another cup of coffee a couple of hours after my coffee pot's timer has saved me from an electricity bill that would drain Oprah's bank account.

I do have an issue though and I am the first to admit it is a petty one and when a relationship is a bed of roses you really shouldn't complain about a couple of thorns - unless they get you right there, or worse, there, owwwies!

Anyway, botanical piercings aside, I get highly annoyed when the microwave beeps at me. The one to let me know the timer has ended and it is time for me to start salivating like Pavlov's dog is a bit annoying, but hey my now non frozen dinner soon takes my mind off that. The one that bugs me is the reminder beep that sounds every 30 seconds. I mean ok, I do certainly have a short attention span, that of a gnat I believe, as much like a gnat I never remember anyone's birthday. Oh and before any of you jump in to defend a gnat, I would like to point out that they are so renowned for not remembering birthdays that they don't even make birthday cards for gnats to buy and send, so there!!! But really, chances are if I don't get to my food in 30 seconds it's because I am answering the call of nature, or laying dead on the kitchen floor, neither of which will be helped by a beeping of the microwave.

Hmmm, this post had roses, bugs, dogs and nature calls, it's kind of like a David Attenborough documentary gone terribly awry...even my current music mentions a cow, a silly one, but a cow nonetheless. Oh and as the song is about the BBC and David Attenborough is famous for his work with the BBC blame him for this post if you don't like it - though be nice please, as I am quite a fan of David Attenborough as the guy could make watching grass grow sound interesting (I have the DVD somewhere to prove it I think *lol*).
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Say what you will, but my posts are at least more frequent than leap years! [Mar. 4th, 2012 at the third stroke, the time will be 07:35 pm]
A Psychopathic Poet, The Devil's Bastard Son.
[Caution! Curefreak is |accomplishedaccomplished]
[Annoying the neighbours with |"Drive" In My Pants...REM]

Though they are about as frequent as a change in Chelsea F.C. management.

OK, firstly I sincerely apologise for the lack of posting on my part. It was actually my fault, though I am tempted to say that I was actually being paid by the U.S. postal service to NOT post or reply to emails in an attempt to destroy the internet and save the U.S. postal service from ruin...actually if they would like to send me a cheque I promise to buy some stamps with it.

So, a quick update on me. I actually have been keeping tabs on all of you, reading through my friends' page about 4 times a week, sometimes more. I think, in retrospect, this was a "bad" thing as it made me miss you guys less and therefore created no sense of urgency for me to post - weird, but I actually think it was like this.

The depression has been really bad. It's strange how you can be constantly bombarded by inner dialogue and yet find yourself completely speechless. I'm doing ok today and the last week I have been a bit brighter, so here's hoping :).

Job situation has been wacky really.

I quit the mattress place back in December, having given them about 14 months of my life. The money I was making there was really nice, but the whole 55 plus hours a week thing was getting me down. The job itself was something that makes retail, which is notoriously a tough gig, even harder. I could spend ages trying to describe it - and once I get a therapist I probably will, right up until the moment they throw themselves out of a window that is. For now though I think the following 8 minute cartoon sums it up pretty well, though be aware it is slightly not work safe: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XieR60HxYGE

Back in November I was recruited by a furniture company who basically told me a very large number of lies, so I gave 2 weeks notice at the mattress place, resisted their offers to try to keep me (I do admit they were tempting), and moved on, though the regional manager at the mattress place did promise to keep the door open for me should I wish to return at any point.

Hmm, yeah, the furniture place was an experience. They told more lies than a pack of politicians on a campaign trail.

Briefly put it turned out to be like being paid $4 an hour plus commission. Now the "selling" part of it was really a joke. Probably 2% of the time you interacted with a customer did you actually have any opportunity to "sell", as the customer walked around and either liked, or didn't like what you had. The place was very poorly set up stock wise. I mean there were lounge suites there but you had a choice of 1 colour only, if the customer liked it, but didn't like black, they were SOL and so were you! In the 3 months I was there I was their top salesperson, but I have to honestly say, given there were usually 3 of you in the store at any one time, taking in turns to take customers, the vast majority came down to luck. You were not allowed to pool commissions which really would have been a fairer way of doing it, although you were expected to load other people's sales as most people collected the stuff themselves and some of the bedroom pieces weighed well over 150 kgs (330 lbs). Now naturally if you are single handedly loading a bedroom suite for a co-worker from the warehouse out the back and taking it to their truck, you are not actually in a position to help your customer. It really was a teenage job. As for it being mainly commissioned based, picture working at Target, or K Mart and getting paid on commission, pretty much the same opportunity to "sell" and level of "salespersonship" going on!

I quit there last Friday, giving them just 1 day's notice and when the manager complained that I was only giving a day's notice I said "Yeah, well had you not blatantly lied to me about the pay structure at the interviews I wouldn't be giving you notice right now because I would never have come to work for this shit hole in the first place!"  I gave him quite a few other digs before I left too, as not only did they lie to me about the pay, the work, the hours etc., but they also lead me to believe that there was excellent opportunity to move into management, but after I started I talked to a couple of the higher up the food chain managers and found out all management recruitment is done from outside, as they don't feel comfortable promoting from within.

Tomorrow I have induction for my new job. It's working for a large hardware store (Think Bunnings or Home Depot depending on where you are) selling flooring (Carpets, rugs, hardwood flooring etc.). I have had a good chat to the store manager about where I want to go and he seems like a genuine guy and said he will make that happen. Also this time I did a bit of research and spoke to staff who said he really is a good guy and a man of his word and advancement can and does happen there. As one manager put it to me "This is a great place to work and move up in if you want; if you don't want to then it's not a bad place to hang out until you find the place you do want to work. The very weird part of this job is 1. They strictly limit your hours to 39 or 40 a week (Overtime is occasionally offered at time and a half) and 2. It is not commissioned AT ALL! There are department bonuses, but this is the first time in my 20 plus years of selling that I am not involved in the head f**k that is commission - I can't even explain how weird and exciting this feels!

Last Saturday night I went out for drinks with a couple of the guys who I worked with at the mattress place and one of them said he had let the Regional Manager know I was leaving the furniture place and that the Regional Manager wanted me to call him (He apparently "isn't allowed" to contact me) to discuss the terms under which I would consider returning to them  (ie. 4 days a week, my choice of store/s, etc. etc.). It's nice to know I still have this as a "Plan B" :).

OK, time I shut up and hit "post", especially since my Mac keeps giving me the spinning wheel, as I am overdue for a software update and frankly I feel like I am the gimp for a hippy psychiatrist!

Oh and a question for you all: Why is it cats sleep 20 hours a day, but they cannot make those 20 hours coincide with the 6 that I am trying to sleep?
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This post sounded much better in my head. [Aug. 31st, 2011 at the third stroke, the time will be 02:30 pm]
A Psychopathic Poet, The Devil's Bastard Son.
[Current Location |The shadows of my being]
[Caution! Curefreak is |indescribableindescribable]

Recently I was "de-friended" here on LJ for not updating enough. That's fair, each of us have what we want to get from LJ and I obviously wasn't fulfilling my duties as an "LJ friend".

I'm the first to admit I've not been updating, or commenting, but I have been reading. I generally read my entire friends' list every 2 to 3 days (journals, not communities). I just don't comment because, well it goes a little like this:

How can I comment when I don't have words for myself?

How can I say "It'll be alright" when I don't know it will be?

How can I offer to help when I can't even help myself?

How can I say that I care when I can't act in a way that shows that I do?

How can I say "hang in there" when I don't want to myself?

I'm still here and will continue to be here.

I'm not looking for anything from any of you with this post. I just wanted you all to know how it is and what it is and that while I do care I just can't really show it right now.

Well that is enough. This is beginning to sound like a personal ad that should be entitled:


Read you all soon.

(no subject) [Jul. 1st, 2011 at the third stroke, the time will be 03:16 pm]
A Psychopathic Poet, The Devil's Bastard Son.
[Caution! Curefreak is |rushedrushed]
[Annoying the neighbours with |"Common People" In My Pants....PULP]

I'm in a heck of a rush here, but I had to post the following for posterity...or something.

With my job I had the displeasure of going through the initial training with a guy who I will call Ernie. He was a big head who thought the world revolved around him. On his first day he sent a picture on his phone to everyone he knew of him wearing his headset and suit driving in to work. Also he put this up on Facebook. He then proceeded to brag to anyone who would listen how his ex boss, who worked as an upper manager for a furniture company that closed down, replied that give it 6 months and Ernie would be running this company we were starting at.

This guy was one of THE most self-absorbed needy people I have ever met, no exaggeration! It was always about him. I have known some needy people before (usually customers *lol*) but this guy was amazingly self-absorbed!

He was bad in the job. Continuously late, even during training, and just so messy and all round irresponsible. We all were so confused as to why they weren't firing him.

Well his time came and he was fired. No one is really sure what the final straw was, however it may well seem that it was our company has been trying to develop a big Facebook presence as part of a marketing campaign. Ding Dong boy loved his Facebook so being the genius he was he thought it ok to bitch out about the company naming them over and over on his Facebook! As if that wasn't stupid enough he also bitched out about the managers there too, saying how bad they were and how ignorant etc...stupid, sure, but the best part:

Cut for suspenseCollapse )

Hope you are all well....as everyone likes a well, as wells contain water and we need water to survive!
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