And then this happened.....

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36430032011-12-14T22:02:44.040-05:00And then this happened.....What my field of vision allows.cnoreply@blogger.comBlogger531100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643003.post-78175716522729041342007-05-14T15:47:00.000-04:002007-05-14T15:50:07.272-04:00

Why is proceedure scheduling so damn difficult for people? When you're making a life changing, mood enhancing decision (emphasis on mood here) could you at least get my name right? I spelled it out for you. TWICE. And that wasn't the only thing you screwed up.Nevermind, I took my business somewhere else. Enjoy your day.

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I never wanted to have kids again. I long ago used up that priviledge. I thought, times being that they are these days, I'd be trying to raise kids in a PC society on the verge of World War 3 if I had another. And try to explain it all to them.Then recently, one of those "priviledges" came forth and asked, "Where is my real dad?". I responded to a beacon out in the world. And I am happy.

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And then this happened.....If I ever got to choose a new idea for a new reality show, I'd name it "Who has the most fucking worthless kids" Then I'd name who I want to be the judges. Do this yourselves and pick the biggest Reality TV assholes you can think of you'd want to be judges. A caveat-assholes assumed-they actually know their shit in their careers. My Choices:Simon Cowell Gordon

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And then this happened.....I can't speak on public radio for the life of me. I can sell beer to 50,000 at a football stadium, but get me on talk radio, I g-ddam choke. Here's the post(you do the c&p html)http://www.nicedoggie.net/2006/?p=1112#commentsMine is #41.Then I get on Wide Awakes Radio, to "comment" on it..http://wideawakesradio.com/How Corb can choke in 3 easy steps. Fine. Try better

cnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643003.post-1150157701075036662006-06-12T20:14:00.000-04:002006-06-12T20:15:01.083-04:00

cnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643003.post-1148857802567209332006-05-28T19:10:00.000-04:002006-05-28T22:00:07.256-04:00A Picture Share!

One smart gooseThere's always one in every crowd that doesn't fallow the herd. Or in this case the gaggle. I'm at Lynn Lake in N Raleigh with the SO feeding geese under a bridge. Well not so much feeding them as plunking them on the head with bread crumbs. No ducks were harmed to get off my ass about plunking waterfowl with bread crumbs. But this one had an agenda. Not only did he fly from the

cnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643003.post-1148436439769727902006-05-23T22:00:00.000-04:002006-05-23T22:07:19.783-04:00

This site just adds to my point: The character shown ? does not mean "geisha" when it is just by itself alone. ? means "prostitute".And your kids, and maybe yourself are eating this shit up like solid cocaine. Seriously, my ex brother-in-law had "I like pussy" (in his translation from a small city tattoo shop) in "Mandarin" on his forearm. He wore it like some badge of honor. I reminded him he

cnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643003.post-1148189078942306962006-05-21T01:24:00.000-04:002006-05-21T01:24:38.943-04:00

No linky here. Just scroll thru the photos below of the Fark.com users party at the Ale House in Raleigh tonight. I'm kinda curious if Fark users could pull off a flash mob. Might work.

cnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643003.post-1148188311396027092006-05-21T01:11:00.000-04:002006-05-21T01:11:51.743-04:00A Picture Share!

cnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643003.post-1148187646257849152006-05-21T01:00:00.000-04:002006-05-21T01:00:47.250-04:00A Multi Media Share!

cnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643003.post-1148183623214141442006-05-20T23:53:00.000-04:002006-05-20T23:53:44.290-04:00A Multi Media Share!

cnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643003.post-1148176408161703822006-05-20T21:53:00.000-04:002006-05-20T21:53:32.666-04:00A Picture Share!

cnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643003.post-1148169660847237762006-05-20T20:01:00.000-04:002006-05-20T20:01:01.433-04:00A Picture Share!

cnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643003.post-1147924619513412132006-05-17T23:56:00.000-04:002006-05-19T22:03:11.886-04:00A Picture Share!

I'll be damned, it DOES work! Mobile cam phone blogging. I knew this has been around a year or so, but I recently got a phone that supports it. Pershizzle biyotch! This should add a new twist to future events. Heh.

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....So I'm out with with my SO and several others and their SO's for sushi. Being in Raleigh, it's not hard to find sushi, but REAL sushi, being that I grew up and lived up and down the west coast and have had my fill over the years. But this place served BOTH Japanese and Thai. Not bad. Traditional too. Looking around the "southerners" (they only serve forks via request) might get the chopsticks

cnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643003.post-1147123095442144452006-05-08T17:18:00.000-04:002006-05-08T22:26:46.206-04:00

The internet just gets more wierder or amazing all the time:link: http://metaatem.net/words/Apparently now using one of various "generators" (those of you familiar with them) can use images from various personal pic sites like flickr and myspace and live journal to make sentences from pictures that contain specific letters. wOOt!

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And then this happened.....Which is nothing.Specifically the "May Day Immigration" marches. Here in Raleigh, not a damn thing happened and I don't think anybody cared. There was the expected plug on the evening news but not much else. I could put 10k links to sites and blogs but it's all the same stuff getting passed around 10k times.The only thing I know of is that many of the temp workers at

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The price of doing something good. Or so I thought.I'll start of with the easy stuff (lest the sig other kill my ass off when it's read later, if at all).Sig Other needs surgery on the mouth. In less than a month. Since we're not married (yet) I can't get her on my insurance. My broke ass (3 yrs after divorce, no kids [DINKS]) can't help her. I have zero money to help with a major surgery let

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Little sister want's to see the blog. Access granted.

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I'll make this short 'n sweet. The last job I had before I left hell was working for a major global wireless and digital services provider. I won't say names but we'll just say they got bought out not too long ago. My position? Customer Service Specialist (if you can call it that) at one of their call centers. If that doesn't describe going to hell in a handbasket I don't know what does. When

cnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643003.post-1120883471052845982005-07-09T00:11:00.000-04:002005-07-09T00:31:11.060-04:00

It's been a while since my last bitch. 2 years. What have I got to bitch about since? Fucking everything. And nothing. One hopes that we stop, yet we decide not to. Pick something that pisses you off. I'm not going to zero in on it today but apparently people like to read about people bitching.So.....we'll start with this.........what pissed me off today? Nothing. Nobody actually got in my way

cnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643003.post-1072497318260050922003-12-26T22:55:00.000-05:002003-12-26T23:00:35.170-05:00

OK, well it's been a month since my last post. Might as well keep it going if not specifically about newspapers. From what I hear the one candidate for my old job that the paper (out of over 100 applicants-blame the economy if you must) lasted but ONE DAY. She came to work one fine Monday AM and was never heard from again. Probably some idiot conspiracy behind her disappearace or that she wised

cnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643003.post-1069835595252338842003-11-26T03:33:00.000-05:002003-11-26T03:34:00.326-05:00

Man, Management at any large corporation is stupid. I just finished reading about some poor mommy boy finding out about his blog and MicroAssholes busting people about some guy that blogged about Getting shipments of Mac G5s This poses just one Question: What are you fucking morons afraid of? This is becoming a free exchange society. You pissant corporations treat your trophies and companies

cnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643003.post-1069308495489495572003-11-20T01:08:00.000-05:002003-11-20T01:16:30.623-05:00

I've decided. The Blog will continue. And maybe let reader commentary be added, tho I'll probably just read it for my own enjoyment. I'm an opinion whore. Your thoughts screw me, and then you need to go away. It's just that easy. Note for today? Reflecting back now at the paper, there was this HousePainterGuy that put in regular monthly ads. He referenced to his work day by speaking Latin when

cnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643003.post-1068709431542095742003-11-13T02:43:00.000-05:002003-11-13T02:44:18.513-05:00

Today.....or. let's say last week. Thyne job is done. I'll take up the Horse People issue, Gypsy Chicks, and the Son of Sam issues later. For the moment, I'll just enjoy NOT having to deal with their shit anymore. I'll rest with the thought that crazy people that place ads in newspapers actually exist---and I've dealt with them now. Y'all are fucking nuts. You're selling WHAT? I'm not going

cnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643003.post-1068181991899815822003-11-06T23:48:00.000-05:002003-11-07T00:13:31.186-05:00

Q: Which is worse to deal with? 1) Bulimic sales managers on power trips with 3 hour commutes each way every day or..... 2) BiPolar Sales people that "forget" their medicine 3 times a day even though their lithium is only needed once a day. 3) Working with both at the same time. The above statements are true. That said, people call in ads selling some of the wierdest shit I really

cnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643003.post-1068104571486899762003-11-06T02:28:00.000-05:002003-11-06T02:43:09.200-05:00

This post will be short and sweet. More on the short and less on the sweet. HR Queen Mistress in today with Sales Manager Queen interviewing for my job all day today. I feel so speshul. I created this little drama for them. At least I was honest about getting the hell out of here. .....the.....part.....that...made Queen mistress of 1000 employees sit in a satellite office that she hates coming

cnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643003.post-1067919237947638442003-11-03T22:40:00.000-05:002003-11-03T23:17:16.030-05:00

Now as my illustrious graphics-career-turned-satanic-heathen-telemarketer draws to a close, I'm going to put off my rage that the horse people give me and redirect some of that displeasure towards outside sales people, in defense of newspaper graphic artists around the world that have to put up with your shit every deadline day. 1). Get off our case about "style" What the fuck do you mean

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FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS............. Word out on the street today that they're hiring for my new position. Managers asking skewed questions, General managers sizing up everyone in the offices. HR directors asking "So you're leaving us? I discussed with the South GM about your severance. Sorry to hear ya go. I likes ya". Well not shit sherlock, I told the GMs that already a month ago. YOU too.

cnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643003.post-1067395133933705542003-10-28T21:24:00.000-05:002003-10-28T21:40:10.436-05:00

ENOUGH already people! How many times do I have to repeat myself? NO you do NOT get a free ad because no one called on the junk you're selling. NO I do not know why, and NO I didn't missspell FORD either. How stupid do think I am? Pay up if you want it to run again and have a lovely day. A common misconception about errors in ads (wrong price, brand, day of your yard sale, et al) is that it's

cnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643003.post-1066890489571719422003-10-23T02:03:00.000-04:002003-10-23T02:28:09.476-04:00

Assume for a moment that this happened: A customer, and a long advertiser with the paper informs us of a peculiar message they received today from a customer that I had the grace of dealing with not so long ago. Nope it ain't the GypsyKing. I'll kick his ass next time he tries that religious "stump the chump" shit again. Next, think about having THIS message put across your desk (not mine, THEIRS

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I think I started a holy war with GypsyKing. The ruler of the GypsyChicks I done pissed off today. I called his ass on their bullshit scheme and now I await his voodoo bullshit curse. Stay tuned. I'd type more than I want to you lil pissant, but it's late and I have better shit to do other than being accused of being a "non Christian" because your fucking phony truck ad didn't sell it this

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People should not phone in ads when they're stoned. For obvious reasons. Don't make me have to repeat shit back to you if you can't remember what you started the sentence with. And stop asking your girlfriend in the background for help. I can hear her just fine and she's just as much a pothead. And it's only noon. Hmmm did someone smoke their breakfast today? Ummm like um dude? The funny part

cnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643003.post-1066542148797100712003-10-19T01:12:00.000-04:002003-10-19T02:08:12.660-04:00

Short note today. Referring to the DNCL, or the Do Not Call List.....think you're safe? Hardly. Suuuuurrrrrrre we can't call your ass up if you're on it. BUT. We still can call you up to INVITE you to call us back cuz' we saw your classified ad in a competitors newspaper. Ahhhhhh what fun! Newsies stealing customers from each other via telemarketing. Don't fall for the hype people, we get paid

cnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643003.post-1066370775766309122003-10-17T01:45:00.000-04:002003-10-17T02:06:15.853-04:00

When calling to place your ad lets keep some things very simple. First off no one wants to deal with customer service personnel eating lunch on the phone. YOU the customer SHOULD also refrain from such shitty behavior. Not ONLY should YOU refrain from such, TRY NOT to place your ad, on your cell phone, eating a fucking Whopper™......AND driving. Yes idiot, "Can You Hear Me Now" means jack shit to

cnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643003.post-1065945011010547882003-10-12T03:25:00.000-04:002003-10-12T03:56:03.010-04:00

I fucking KNEW it!!!......It was YOU, you crazy broad. You're the one with the quilting supplies for sale last week. And NOW we get to meet face to face. You've got a motorhome for sale. You put in an ad containing a whopping 9 words for something you're selling for $75,000. You're dumb as a stump. Whats with aging women that have collective Bingo Hall IQs around 100 with large shiny RVs on the

cnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643003.post-1065677512497671452003-10-09T01:11:00.000-04:002003-10-09T01:31:52.350-04:00

Oh just some random late night thoughts. I didn't make in the office at all today, (considering what I said yesterday about being rarely late for anything). But I had a valid reason, with receipts and injuries to prove it. This is going to look great on the now-on-the-horizon exit interview: "He didn't show the usual determination and continued support of the company prior to his leaving the

cnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643003.post-1065593703800398872003-10-08T01:32:00.000-04:002003-10-08T02:28:33.453-04:00

Unfucking believeable. Total Recall on Earth. Arnies the Gov with Jay Leno doing the opening for BigGunBoy married to a Kennedy. The Kennedy conspiracies are never going to end. Oh well. Sometimes it's nice to see an old rookie in politics. Hell, Sonny Bono did it, Jesse, and Clint did too. Don't forget Ronnie either. Aside from that, a busy day at the paper. Usual deadlines. Didn't hear from

cnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643003.post-1065332977404422802003-10-05T01:37:00.001-04:002003-10-05T01:49:37.083-04:00

For those that have wondered, the seagull problem has been taken care of... Earlier I posted about the screwy bastard that overenunciated his words. Well what can I say? Turns out the fucker really is NUTZ. The company he does work pro bono or whatever for is really Legit. Remember we have massive databases in which to find your ass. However, the guy himself is a bit of a perv/thief/schizo.

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Amazing, a quiet delivery day. Found lots of time to glean from from the databases prospective customers for the NewEnterprise™ of mine. I'm soooo going to get paid. Although people need to quit yanking the door half an hour after closing, when it's obviously locked, signs say WE'RE CLOSED, and you happened to glimpse me down the hall. YES I'm hiding from you asshole, I want to go home. Come

cnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643003.post-1065074437959564442003-10-02T01:30:00.000-04:002003-10-02T02:00:38.130-04:00

Welllllllllll...........'twas one of those days that's so slow you enjoy not having to think too much about anything. Nothing of genuine notation beyond a Q as to why the new saleswoman left with NotMyHusband to go to a dentist appointment during lunch hour, never to return for the rest of the day. I'm not gonna ask. So, since today was a bore and the company didn't lose really that much by

cnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643003.post-1064892264356344272003-09-29T22:55:00.000-04:002003-09-29T23:24:24.163-04:00

Once again people, write out your own fucking ad. I'm not your babysitter. Don't waste precious hours of my day writing things out for you. Don't read me a speech over the phone and ask me "Does that sound OK to you?" I don't know, does it? Just how does one spruce up an ad for quilting supplies? I have ZERO knowledge of quilts and I don't plan on building on my knowledge base of such. If it were

cnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643003.post-1064555804273766472003-09-26T01:41:00.000-04:002003-09-26T01:56:43.666-04:00

Thank you Mr Fucking Judge. You just made my day sooooooo much shinier. May I lick your boots now asshole while people are at dinner, washing their car, toking up, or anything else? ONE judge gets to say 50 million people's opinions matter less than the "thousands" of jobs in telemarketing. Let's be frank people, no one willingly chooses telemarketing as a living. It only pays for employers drug

cnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643003.post-1064465685881569042003-09-25T00:33:00.000-04:002003-09-25T01:00:52.843-04:00

I'm going to make this short and sweet tonight. Once again People.....you DON't get to stop the presses just for your fucking 2 bit ad. 6 bucks and your 10 Cent attidude doesn't justify stopping the presses. You son of a bitch. I know who you are, you did this last week with your "motorhome". You just called it in this time you chickenshit. Ok. 'nuff said. Newbie office people. Nice & friendly,

cnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643003.post-1064289643242875822003-09-22T23:34:00.000-04:002003-09-23T00:00:43.383-04:00

Well so far so good. Today pretty much whipped by. New salespeople starting today. It's always so fun to watch how stiff and reserved people are on their first day. HR director was in discussing something with the managers that took nearly 3 hours. Must have been a silent auction for somebody in there. No Gypsy Chicks for a week. Who are the Gypsy Chicks? Anyone remember Madelyne Toogood?

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Today.........was a waste of time. I might have not gone to work at all. Sales reports came out and I'm bringing in less than they pay my salary for, so that means ONE thing.....I'm not going to be here long. It's the numbers game. Bring in thou$ands in sales, yet your sales look smaller than what they pay you? You're getting canned. And I almost don't care. Sold my soul? Broke my back? Heart's

cnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643003.post-1063953540621341462003-09-19T02:07:00.000-04:002003-09-19T02:39:54.840-04:00

Ugh. Delivery day. Time for everyone to come into the office, late for something and franticallly search for their 15 word ad out of a hundred pages. Then you have the audacity to look up and sneer at me. I was lucky the following conversation was on the phone. Much easier to give someone the finger and not get sued for it while on the job. "I don't see my ad. Tell me where it is" OK what's

cnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643003.post-1063864684758570592003-09-18T01:30:00.000-04:002003-09-18T01:58:04.140-04:00

Fucking people. What's with you when placing an ad? You want to have a philosophical debate on what constitutes a word? Yes idiot, phone numbers ARE counted as words. I don't care whether your 17 degrees of Literary Masterings from France in the fine art of new ways to say "FUCK YOU", phone numbers are counted as words in our world. What REALLY defines a "word" you say? Stuff your degrees and

cnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643003.post-1063691309657895912003-09-16T01:00:00.000-04:002003-09-16T01:56:25.740-04:00

Great. District manager in today. How can we help you sell today? How is your transition? (in a slow melodic voice, but I think he's much keener than the Office Dick from the movie Office Space)I feel like a sex change, but I'll cut him slack that he's newer to the company than I am by over a year (he's been here 2 weeks). Did they brief you on what position I sold myself into today chief? I

cnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3643003.post-1063526200438664872003-09-14T02:46:00.000-04:002003-09-14T04:04:13.673-04:00

I nearly sold my soul a couple weeks ago. In some minds I probably did, and surely I might have in mine. I work for a major newspaper. Major=over 100k circulation. I "was" a graphic artist. Now I'm in fucking Advertising Sales (inside). What happened you ask? I chose my own hell. Our production was moved to the corporate office from having satellite offices and their own art teams take care of

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Newbies from Camarades.....yes I am aware that the layout is horrible on the Blog. I'm working on it . You can still post, assuming you asked for mod privs first........

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