I like music, long walks on the beach, and poking dead things with a stick.

Wednesday, August 31, 2005

 Hurry up & wait

The rental application went into the mail today. I spoke with my prospective landlord, and he said if he gets the application in hand by 10 am Friday, he will have an answer for us by 5 pm Friday. Otherwise, we’ll hear back on Monday.

I really want this place. Despite the hell of moving, despite the cost of moving, despite what I’m sure will be pure misery in the moving-out cleaning of this house I’m in…I want the townhouse. I want the extra bathroom; I want the hardwood floors; I want the decent neighborhood!

My rental history is damned good, the background checks will be a breeze…but my credit record is, shall we say, not unblemished. Trying not to get my hopes up too high… *sigh*

It would just be so cool to live next door to the World’s Best Ex (even if he never updates his LJ) and the Deranged Redhead. After all, if there’s a loud party going on next door, I won’t be calling the cops, I’ll be sidling over and drinking the booze!


Monday, August 29, 2005

 Sometimes it rains, sometimes it just drizzles

I’m so not going to get into why Monday sucked this week. Suffice it to say it’s like the quote: “I try to take things one day at a time, but sometimes several days attack me at once.” Yeah.

This seems to be the week that I get a lot of long-distance attention from various boys. One of my ex’s (the one who broke up with me in the sweetest way possible, and who always gets an A+ for style) wrote me a heart-warming email. A darling friend, who happened to once be a weekend fling, messaged me with some very touching compliments. I was asked out on a Not-Date by a guy I “met” on okCupid…plans aren’t firm, but you never know what might come of a random “hello” to someone on the Internet – as my Number One Internet Fanboy well knows. And a cleaning-out of an old email address brought back fond memories of Randolph, with whom (years ago) I shared a mad passion which culminated in a single, unforgettable kiss.

Now if only all this delightful attention wasn’t long ago and/or far away!


Saturday, August 27, 2005

 It’s good to be the Queen

My eldest is an evil child. She has her own country now, the Rogue Nation of Einnalin. Jeez, take your eyes off kids for 2 minutes, and they’re off conquering small nations and imposing their political views on the populace.

Not like I could resist joining in on the fun. *smirk*

So I founded the Constitutional Monarchy of Zadinya!

Go me! “Queen Lil” Yeah, I like the sound of that.

Update: I just found out that somebody else has a nation too! The Queendom of Lysium Now, I wonder who that could be…

(We should form a triumvirate and shove lots of resolutions through the U.N.! Bwa ha ha!)

Update update: Of course this would be the sort of thing that Geoffrey would love to death. So now he has a country, too – The Dominion of Carnasials. And now Beanpole has one also – The Oppressed Peoples of Syrhiasly! Both of their names are puns, by the way.

Anyone who creates their own country should definitely send me a telegram on the site, so I can add you to my dossier. If you want to be one of the Really Cool Kids, you should join my region, The Pacific Tropics. After you’ve made your nation, it will be randomly placed in a region, and if you go to that region page, you can change to The Pacific Tropics. (There is a password to join our region, as we’re an exclusively nifty region. Send my nation a telegram on the site, and I’ll send you the password.)


Friday, August 26, 2005

 Charts & graphs & reports, oh my!

So I just looked over the page where my Number One Internet Fanboy keeps the stats on all the different sites he hosts. If I’m reading it right – and I’m not altogether certain that I am – this blog gets something like 600-ish requests for pages per day.

I actually have no idea what that means. And hey, if ignorance isn’t bliss, I don’t know what is.

Wow, this has been a phenomenally boring post. Go read this, and don’t think someone just makes this shit up – my beloved Geoffrey has dealt with very similar situations in his job. (Well, I have too, but they weren’t as funny.)

As a veteran of many years in customer service, I can attest to the fact that truer words than this were never spoken: “Customer service is the black and dismal realm of helplessness, rage, fear, greed and abysmal stupidity.”


Thursday, August 25, 2005

 I’m Wicked Cool

One of these days, I might actually get around to putting up this silly quiz I’ve been snarkily working on from time to time. In the meanwhile, I have this nifty blog! My beloved Geoffrey doesn’t have a nifty blog, alas. What he does have is a bent sense of humor and more than a smidgen of creativity. As he’s signed up over at okCupid, he decided to try his hand at writing one of those silly quizzes you see everywhere. (The title on this blog post refers to the ranking I got on the test. Yay!) If you have a login at okCupid, you should go have fun with this:

The What Was I Thinking?! Test by Geoffrey

I thought it was damned nifty! And I’m not just saying that because he knows where I sleep.


Wednesday, August 24, 2005

 The slightest bit of reassurance

An update on yesterday’s rant – turns out that my entire department is scheduled for training on new programs, to prepare us for taking on a good chunk of the merger’s combined workload. It sure would have been nice for them to tell us sooner than ten freaking months after the merger that our department wasn’t being downsized due to the merger, but better late than never. I guess.

One obstacle to keeping my job down, a few more to go. We’ll just see how much being a union shop sucks…and since they haven’t formally announced it yet, it’s all about the “hurry up & wait.”

*fingers crossed*


Tuesday, August 23, 2005

 Haven’t signed a card

There’s a lot of talk going around my workplace that we will soon be union. CWA, to be exact. I’ve been a member of that union, in a former job, and if my prior experience is at all representative of the way a union shop works, I don’t expect to be having my job in 6 months.

The reasons given by a lot of my coworkers for why they’re signing union cards is mainly money. I’ve heard some people in my building bitching about the pay rate, others about the insurance premium copays, and others about benefits & whatnot. (One thing that surprises me is that I’ve not heard complaints about Oregon being an “at will” state – in other words, you can be laid off or fired from your job for any reason or none at all, if you aren’t union.)

The coworkers I’ve heard complain about their wage apparently thought that wage was just fine when they were hired…but now, arbitrarily, they feel entitled to more – but for no apparent reason, since their job duties & responsibilities won’t be increased. (That sounds like the public school system, actually…”go ahead & do nothing but be a place-holder, we’ll still promote you even though you haven’t earned it.”) The coworkers I’ve heard complain about the changes in the insurance plan might want to consider that a sizeable percentage of workers in Oregon have no insurance, or pay a hell of a lot more (my recollection is that I paid $290 a month at my last job – just for the monthly premium, not even counting office visit & prescription copays). I wonder how many of them have even bothered to ask what the union dues will costs yearly, what exactly the union will “do” for them specifically, and what sort of job market is out there right now. It’s not a great job market, I know that much – and the union is not going to help you get another job when the one you’ve got is downsized or you get fired for cause.

As far as I can see, the people at work who have rushed to sign union cards, and are eagerly awaiting the official word that we’re now a union shop, are basically greedy and incredibly short-sighted. Promises of a buck or two an hour more on the paycheck, a lower copay on the insurance premiums – I guess that’s what they figure is worth an interfering union and an antagonistic working atmosphere. My experience is that when a shop is union, the workplace environment becomes “us against them” – the hourly-paid vs. the salaried, the workers vs. the management. Hey, I don’t like my boss’ boss; and I highly doubt that he would have gone off on me like he did several months ago over my attendance record if I’d had a union steward present, instead of just my supervisor.

But I responded professionally, and counted on my performance to speak for me instead of a union rep – and I still have my job, my supervisor likes my work and continues to be as encouraging as ever, and his boss hasn’t said one negative word toward me in the months since. I really think that, in the grand scheme of things, my boss’ boss doesn’t really notice me – and that’s the way I like it. If we’d been a union shop back when he threatened my job, instead of a talking-to (during which he told me the main reason he wasn’t firing me was my supervisor’s recommendation to keep me on the payroll), I almost certainly would have just gotten a summary dismissal after a formal review of my attendance.

I’m no happier than anyone else about the proposed increase on the insurance premium & prescription copays, that will take effect at the end of the calendar year when the pre-merger benefits expire. I don’t like the idea of paying $120-$160 a month for my prescriptions (which is what I will be paying), instead of the $30 a month I pay now. I don’t like the idea that my free unlimited cell phone plan is going away, to be replaced by a 1000-minute maximum (I can rack up those minutes!), and probably having to pay for sending the couple-hundred text messages I usually send a month, instead of getting them all free. Geoffrey won’t be able to have his cell phone plan after a few more months, because they are no longer allowing employees’ relatives to have service without a credit check (with deposit) and without an annual contract, so pretty soon I’m going to have to switch his phone to a prepaid plan (which costs more & is a lot less convenient). Yes, my monthly overall costs due to the changes are going to be a minimum of $150 a month more than I’m paying now.

But it’s still better than being a union shop. And don’t get me wrong, I’m not anti-union across-the-board! I believe that, like all else in life, there is a time and a place for union representation of workers. In some states, or some industries, I firmly believe that a labor union is decidedly needed and beneficial. But not in my industry in my state. Nobody who works in my building is being taken advantage of by management, or coping with a hostile work environment.

I don’t like the idea of paying union dues, either, when what I’ll be getting in return is probably far-stricter company policies on departmental standards, attendance, review procedures, and quite possibly the eventual loss of many jobs through “downsizing” as the corporate offices slash positions that they no longer consider cost-effective at union wages instead of our current ones.

Hell, this is Portland, Oregon. If they want to fire a significant minority of the employees, all they have to do is start popping random drug tests. When I was hired there was no drug-testing, and as far as I know, there is no drug-testing now, but I’m certain that will change under a union because the company will be grasping for any reason they can find, to get rid of unreliable employees who might not be cost-effective, instead of giving them a bit more time to become reliable, as is the current practice. I’m pretty certain that at least 10% of my coworkers like to smoke out occasionally. It will probably be the company’s first step in trying to fire those they consider “trouble-makers” – and not even the union will be able to save your ass if you pop positive on a drug test, not the way that America is insanely anti-drug these days.

And for all the supposed “improvements” that I’ve heard many coworkers claiming will happen under a union umbrella, I haven’t heard a single soul ask…”What do they get out of it?” I’ll tell you. The union gets several hundred more members, which translates into more money and more political clout in a state which is not heavily unionized. Those idealists who think the union gives a rat’s ass about any given employee at my company are going to be in for a shock when the company starts the downsizing, and the layoffs for cause…all documented, nice as you please, to discourage the union from making noise about it. Considering that the only firings I’ve seen at my company in the almost 2 years that I’ve been there were for either a serious attitude problem or a serious attendance problem, I don’t think for one second that the union is going to be protecting jobs.

Even if my particular department isn’t downsized (which I suspect it will be, since technically we’re a “duplicate” of a pre-merger department in the parent company’s offices elsewhere), I have little to no hope that my working conditions and camraderie with the management team in general will continue to remain pleasant. I have little hope that the general atmosphere in the building will remain upbeat, or that the company will reward employees for their effort instead of for nothing more than tenure (which is what I’ve observed is the case in union shops). It’s fiercely disheartening that, at some point in the forseeable future, I probably won’t look forward to going to work every day anymore.

Guess I’d better get my resume updated and polish up my interview skills.


Sunday, August 21, 2005

 Random disturbing news

All my friends know I’m not thrilled with my neighborhood or my “unimproved” street (can anyone say “moonscape”?), but the rent is quite decent for a 3-bedroom house, so I haven’t made tons of effort to go elsewhere. However! The townhouse on the very end of the 6-plex that Robert & Jenn live in, right next door to their unit, is opening up for new tenants sometime next month. And, because it was the unit occupied by the previous owner in years past, it has an extra bedroom, hardwood floors, a second-story balcony off the master bedroom, and newer kitchen appliances than the other units. There’s an unattached garage, a back patio area with nice grass & shady trees, and the complex is only 4 blocks away from 4 major buslines and the 71 bus stops right at the end of the driveway! For only $95 a month more than I’m paying now! Hmm, let’s see, 4 bedrooms as opposed to 3, one-and-a-half baths as opposed to one, hardwood floors as opposed to unattractive carpet, no garbage bill (there’s a dumpster for all the units), and only $95 a month more? And I’d be living immediately next door to the kickass Jenn, the World’s Best Ex, & my goddaughter? I am soooo filling out a rental application!!!

In other news, Lyse just left after hanging out here since Thursday, taking the eldest demonspawn with her for the purposes of child labor. Before she left, however, Lyse said something that alarmed & disturbed me intensely: “Hey, wouldn’t it be fun to read Neopets slash fanfic? Just think of Jhudora & Illusen getting it on!”

I am now traumatized by the visual of my favorite dark faerie, Jhudora, tying up the earth faerie, Illusen, and doing naughty BDSM things to her. Brain bleach! Somebody get me brain bleach!!!


Saturday, August 20, 2005

 Thank heavens for little Virgo girls

(I have a new photo gallery, Visual Amusement. Pretty self-explanatory.)

My youngest has been nicknamed Anxiety for a while now, largely due to her “epitome of Virgo” personality, but only occasionally a high-strung type. She just got back from a week at her nanny job (wrangling my goddaughter, aka the spawn of the World’s Best Ex), and Anxiety is a wee bit excited about the upcoming school year. In true obsessive-compulsive fashion, she wrote herself a To-Do List:

I especially like the eighth thing on the list.

And if someday she winds up as the Dictator of Planet Earth, I can’t say as I’ll be terribly surprised.


Friday, August 19, 2005

 Excuse me, WHAT did you just say?!

I called the high school Tuesday and left a message that I needed to talk to the principal about my daughter’s prospective enrollment. I called Wednesday and left another message, asking for either the principal or the curriculum guidance counselor. I called today and – miracle of miracles – the principal was actually available for me to speak with.

Gee, what does it say that I had to call 3 times in 4 days? But what she said was the kicker.

After stating (calmly, politely & professionally) that my daughter didn’t have enough credits to graduate high school by taking regular coursework during her junior & senior years, I was told to come in next Tuesday when the registrations were scheduled, and talk to the guidance counselor.

When I stated (calmly, politely & professionally) that I couldn’t come to the school between the hours of 1 pm and 3:30 pm, the hours scheduled for the registration, it was suggested I send my daughter to complete her registration and make an appointment with the guidance counselor to go over my daughter’s transcript on a day when I could leave work earlier.

Excuse me, what part of “I am not taking 2-3 hours off work to meet your schedule, when you won’t hear of staying an hour or perhaps two later than your regular schedule, especially when you aren’t paying my salary and I am most certainly paying the taxes that fund your salary. Who’s the public servant here?!” Don’t even get me started. That school failed the “No Child Left Behind” standards in a big way, but they’re expecting me to lose nearly half a day’s wages to conference with them on why my kid (who tests quite high but still fails classes) has had such a rotten educational career in their school? I suppose they’ll want to sell me a bridge, too.

Regardless, I remained calm, polite, & professional throughout the conversation, and simply stated, “I’ve been seriously considering that she might do better to be homeschooled for a year.” The response to this was staggering. This principal, who spent the first 3 minutes of the call sounding bored & put-upon, spent the next 2 minutes tripping over herself in urgently strident tones to discourage me. What she said was…

“Oh, that’s so much work! You don’t want to do that. You’d have to sign up with the MSED program, and you’d have to buy the curriculum, and it’s a lot of extra time & trouble. It’s so much work. If you just register her next Tuesday and meet with the guidance counselor whenever is convenient for you next week, we can work on options for your daughter.” At that point, clearly smelling the bullshit even over the phone line, I made a vague, non-committal statement about “working things out next week” (I didn’t say what I’d be working out, or with whom), thanked her for her time, and said a firm goodbye. (When I told Geoffrey about this conversation later, his reaction? “Oh, she didn’t have a clue just how badly that was going to go over with you!”)

She told me I have to use the school district program, that I have to buy the school district’s curriculum? Excuse the fuck out of me?! I do not HAVE to do anything of the sort. All I HAVE to do, to comply with Oregon’s homeschool laws, is send the district a letter with my name, and my child’s name, date of birth, address, and the last school she attended, and inform them I am withdrawing my child from public school for education at home, and get that sent to them within 10 days of the first day of school. I’ll not only mail it (certified mail, return receipt requested, of course) but I’ll also fax it, saving a copy. I may even have it notarized, since I know 3 or 4 notaries at work (everyone in my department is eventually supposed to be a public notary).

Nobody tells me I have to do something without having the authority to enforce it. Up with that shit, I will not put. Besides, I tried it their way for TEN years. I sent them a student who was reading at first-grade level before she started kindergarten, and what has she learned? She’s learned that what really counts in the school system is not learning the curriculum, but learning to obey the staff even when it’s not in your best interests, learning to conform to others’ expectations at the expense of your education, learning to keep your opinions to yourself in the name of Political Correctness and “tolerance,” and learning that you’ll get sent along to the next grade no matter how poor your work. Wow, is that what anyone wants their kid learning?

So Lyse & I went to Powell’s and Best Buy, and picked up the following as a start on a curriculum for Angst’s homeschool adventure:

High School Success Deluxe 2006
National Geographic Maps: The Complete Collection
Teenage Liberation Handbook 2ND Edition
Basic Math and Pre-Algebra (Super Review)
Salt: A World History (I’ve heard excellent reviews)
World Lit Only by Fire: The Medieval Mind and the Renaissance Portrait of an Age (this book is phenomenal, a must-read for anyone who believes human nature is basically unchanging)

Yeah, I tried it their way for ten years. Let’s see what doing it my way for a year accomplishes. We’re going to call our homeschool “STFU” (Scholastic Triumphs For Us – tee hee).


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