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Took some accident photos this afternoon. And Jessie came into town to begin moving preparations.


I hate work even more.


Ben Folds Five:


KFC Crispy Strips. 


Reasons why I shouldn't quit my job... and reasons why I should.

thursday, july 27th

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Quote Du Jour:
"Your life is the sum result of all the choices you make, but consciously and unconsciously. If you can control the process of choosing, you can take control of all aspects of your life. You can find the freedom that comes from being in charge of yourself." - Robert Bennett (American Politician).

While I've been here harping on the doings of Devil Chick and Smiley, the world continued to spin (and you thought I didn't know that - heh, heh). One of the more exciting developments of late is the release of my former staff photographer from jail. He was the one arrested for the rape and sodomy of a gal he met at a Georgia journalism convention. (See June 19 entry.) I don't have all of the details regarding his release yet and I haven't talked to him. I was told that the charges were dropped and that he is back at home. Can you imagine what that must be like?

You go on a trip to Georgia (hundreds of miles from home). You meet a girl that digs you. You dig her. You get drunk. She gets drunk. You hook up. When it's over, she yells rape. The police come and get you. They put you in jail. You sit there for FIVE months. Everyone then decides that you didn't do anything wrong afterall and sends you home. Sure, your life is ruined... But at least you're innocent! Have a nice day.

Don't think I'm being insensitive to rape victims. I'm not. If for one second, I thought that my guy actually raped this girl, I would have done everything in my power to see that he did some serious jail time. But I don't think he did it. I think two drunk people made a mistake. And I think one of them (the girl) decided to try to solve the problem by claiming rape. Of course, that's just my opinion on things... the only thing I know for sure is that Friday night in Georgia changed a lot of peoples lives and their attitudes on drinking, sex and the combination of the two. (1605)

I've been slacking heavily at work lately. I just can't seem to get motivated. I work with crazy people who don't give a shit. So why should I give a shit if they aren't?

Here's the story at work: With this visitor's guide we're working on, the ad sales people can't try to sell an ad without one of the three composition folks creating a spec ad first. You know, to give the customer an idea of how wonderful their ad will looking in living cyan, magenta, yellow & black (the colors used to print the full-color magazine). We have a butt-load of spec ads to create between the three of us (Devil Chick, Smiley and myself).

Smiley has been doing a crappy job. The publisher thought so. The ad sales people thought so. Devil Chick thought so. I thought so. So, it was decided that the spec ads would be divided between Devil Chick and I. Except, I started noticing that Smiley was still creating spec ads. And the only accounts he was working on were mine... (which I didn't really mind)... but they were all of the easy accounts. Now, I love a challenge. But in between creating difficult ads, it's nice to take a break and do an easy one. It's also easier to get creative with the easy ad ideas... there is more freedom to do your own thing. I can't do my own thing if he keeps stealing them and doing them on his own.

I could probably support Smiley's behavior if he were doing it to prove to us he was actually good at his job... or because he wanted to help us get them done ahead of schedule... but that's not his motivation. He wants the bonus money we get when the ads we create are sold. That's all he cares about. And yes, I know there are plenty of people out there who only do their job because of the money... bust most of them are actually good at their job. Smiley isn't. He doesn't want to put in the extra time & effort to do a good job... but he wants the bonus money that comes with the job. And the boss doesn't care. That really bugs me.

On the other side of things, I've got Devil Chick worshipping Satan, sneaking in the boss's office and closing the door to sleep and wasting time with hour-long conversations and several 15-minute smoke breaks during working hours. And what gets me is that she's clocked in for the time she's doing this. Our company is one that cares about making a buck. I mean, we're pretty good at it. We charge 75 cents for a newspaper (how crazy is that?) and we sell advertising like there is no tomorrow. But then we let our employees sit on their ass, do nothing and pay them!?! That makes no sense to me.

Then, there is me. I haven't been spending a lot of time at work. I've got a flexible schedule... and I'm making it flex as far as it will go without breaking. I'm not working much. A few hours here and a few hours there. I should be working 30 hours a week. Sure, you could say I'm not better than my coworkers. I'm not helping matters, either. But at least I'm not charging the company when I'm not being productive. If I'm at work, I'm getting stuff done. The others can't say that. The coming is getting from me what they are paying for. That's not the case with the others.

Maybe I'm the stupid one. Maybe I should be just like them. Half-ass stuff and get paid for it. But that's just not in my blood. I can't do it. The evil part of me wants to... but I just can't do it. If I'm not feeling productive, I don't stay at work... and the company doesn't have to pay for my lack of productivity. The company actually benefits from that. Am I a pro-company guy or what? (1622)

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