…as soon as I say I’ll post every day I get busier than Ron Jeremy parked outside a Nymphomaniacs Anonymous meeting.
Probably getting bumped to 65 hour work weeks soon. All because us machine jockies are lazy pieces of shit, not at all because the geniuses in our office have scheduled certain machines for 70+ run hours every day…..
Fuck. Me.
For years now I’ve wanted to trace my family tree, especially my surname. I’ve just never had the time, nor the expertise.
My lovely better half, however. Has an eighth degree black belt belt in research-fu, and has been digging up some amazing shit.
Last week, we went over to my Dad’s and scanned a ton of ancient family photos. We went back for more today, which is why I’m late posting.
My favorite so far is a pic of my grandma at 16 mo old in a wagon pulled by a goat
The caption?
“Goat piddled. Got pictures for free”
Snerk 
The airwaves and interwebz have been all abuzz the last couple days with lefties recycling the story about Mitt Romney putting his explosively shitting pooch in a special rooftop dog carrier back in 1983, with the conservative blithering idiots countering that Obama ate fido-kabobs when he was a still a larval communist.
Get a fucking grip, people.
Do I think the dog on the roof thing was fucking retarded and cruel? Probably. For all we know, their dog may have loved riding up there and honestly just had the scoots. Or he was terrified out of his canine mind, and power shit everywhere as if Satan’s vacuum cleaner was chasing him around the house.
Don’t know, don’t care.
If nothing else, it annoys Ingrid Newkirk which gives me a warm fuzzy.
As for Obama eating dog when he was a kid?
Listen close, because this is one of the few times you’ll ever see me give that Tranzi motherfucker a pass.
Here’s a harsh truth most people in the western world don’t like to think about: If it’s made of meat, it is a staple of someone’s diet somewhere. Even if it’s poisonous, someone will have found a way to make it edible because they need the calories to survive. Or just because they think it’s delicious.
Your daily internet slideshow of cute and fuzzy puppers and kittehs?
It’s an interactive video menu for someone in Asia or Africa.
Deal with it.
If Obama was having the chef in the White House serve Beagle Alfredo, I might have an issue with it. Scarfing a Poodle Panini somewhere in Indochina as a kid?
Who. The. Fuck. Cares.
If I found out today that Romney used to smash kittens with a mallet back in the 80′s, I’d still vote for him over Obama because it doesn’t affect the nation. Obama would push through a 3700 page bill titled the “Anti-Splat Cat Act” that nobody would be allowed to read, the vote taking place at midnight in the Senate parking garage, and deemed passed after the four senators that showed up said “eh”. Two months later we’d find out it cost a trillion dollars more than planned and hidden on page 2567 subsection B is a 75 billion dollar kickback to a union factory that makes kitten smashing hammers that’s about to go bankrupt because their hammers cost four times as much as their competitor’s and they suck.
I love my pets. I love my country more. Period, underline, end of fucking story.
Can we get back to the shit that matters now?
…Don’t say I have a bad attitude when I give you a ludicrous, fantasy based answer instead.
When I tell the one of the production managers we can’t run fifteen hours worth of parts that will only run in one specific machine in three hours, and they tell me that isn’t acceptable?
You should expect an answer like “Ok, I’ll start feeding steel shavings to the unicorn out back and bludgeon it upside the skull with my magic wand until it shits us enough product to make the truck on time”.
Just sayin’….
I live in a four unit townhouse apartment building. Around six months ago a coworker of mine moved out of the apartment on the end (by the single lane driveway that leads to our small parking lot in the back).
A young Mexican couple moved in. The “young” worried me more than their ethnicity, as I work nights and twenty somethings tend to do loud shit. A lot. Turns out I should have worried about that as well.
Since then, they have routinely cranked their polka-techno remix music loud enough to rattle the pictures on my walls (there is an apartment BETWEEN us), continually park in the driveway to the apartment so nobody else can get in or out, strew empty beer cans around the building, and generally go out of their way to fucking have no consideration for anyone else.
I have called the police on them once, for blasting their shitty ass music at 4am (on a Thursday). They pretended they didn’t have ID and didn’t speak English to the officer (which they fucking do, we have spoken to them). Talked to our landlord and it turns out they don’t even rent the apartment, his “sister” who’s a Realtor does for them. Yeah….
Who wants to bet at least one of them is illegal? Anyone?
I have no problem with Americans of Hispanic decent, or even Mexicans working here LEGALLY. I even (believe it or not) have a lot of sympathy for illegals who honestly crossed over to work their asses off for a better life. I still think they should all be deported, but I at least understand the motivation and couldn’t honestly say I wouldn’t do the same thing if I was in their position.
That said, these motherfuckers who come here illegally then shit on my nation make me want to start taking scalps. Even if they are citizens, they aren’t Americans by their own actions. They are Mexicans living in America, and think shitting on this country is a big fucking joke.
This is by their back door. Probably because the gutless fuckers don’t have the cojones to fly it out front:
Yeah, that’s an American flag. Upside down. On the building where I live.
Now if they would have had a Mexican flag back there, it would have annoyed me a bit, but no more than an Obama 2012 sticker on a neighbor’s car would. That’s one of the great things about this country they wipe their asses with: the fact you can do that kind of shit WITHOUT being dragged off and shot.
However, free speech does not mean free of the consequences of your actions.
This shall not stand. You want to push me? Consider me pushed. And pushing back.
Round one is through the landlord, who is a veteran. The prospect of him evicting these assholes is the only reason I have not forcibly removed that flag from the premises. They are already on the bubble because of the noise and trash complaints.
Illinois isn’t even part of the mythical land of Aztlan these pricks seem to think is their chosen home. They need to crawl back to their corrupted shithole of a country and rot.
And for those who call me racist? Go fuck yourselves.
Those like us!
Damn Few!
And they’re all DEAD!”
-Old Jacobite Toast
On this day in 1746, Prince Charles was routed at the battle of Colloden Moor. This led to the the most brutal of the highland clearances, the end of any serious armed support for Scottish independence, and Bonnie Prince Charlie’s introduction to cross dressing.
Hello, I’m Graumagus, and I am a shitty, lazy ass blogger.
There, that said, I’m, going back to the one post a day thing.
Except this time it’s permanent. No “Every day for X amount of days” thing. For some reason of late, if I have a chance to be a lazy shit I will take it, so I’m removing the chances.
For the two people I still have that stop by, that “Surprise” I had mentioned in the last post was what I thought was a job offer.
It was a hefty commute (80 miles), but if it had panned out it was worth relocating for. 25% raise over what I’m making now, day shift, four ten hour days and a half day on Friday, better benefits….
Yeah, I was stoked.
The interview seemed to have went amazingly well. They were having problems with several of their skilled employees basically not doing as told because they felt they were irreplaceable and could do whatever they wished. They were looking for someone with exactly my experience on the type of manufacturing processes they use and also my experience in training others so they could afford to boot the folks not getting with the program, get a new cadre trained up, and expand their business.
I had a two hour interview/shop tour with the owner and the floor manager that seemed to go awesome. Seriously, this was a “when can you start?” kind of interview.
Then… nothing. They never contacted me, won’t return my phone calls (Doing the “Who is calling? [insert fake pause here] oh, he’s not in…” bullshit), etc. Didn’t even have the professional courtesy to let me know they reconsidered and were no longer interested in me. Nada. For three weeks.
My pet theory is that the offer was bullshit, and I drove 80 miles to get paraded through the shop and put the fear of god into some people. Too bad. Their “top guy” on these machines, from the little I saw, is less skilled than some of my trainees.
I was kind of pissed. Now I’m grateful. At least they didn’t actually hire me, have Rave and I rearrange our lives, then fuck us. I just wish they would have been professional enough to at least give me a bullshit excuse instead of pretending like I was a leper. That said, I don’t care if they call back. I’d rather not be employed by people who act in that manner.
Back to the drawing board.
Finally started importing the original Frizzen Sparks blog, in 3 to 4 month chunks.
Having to manually de-spam, and reorganize/consolidate all my categories.
Sucks, this does. It seems like my biggest readership was home loan refinance, cheap viagra, and Free BDSM Dogsex videos.
Work in progress. That said, I used to be a funny motherfucker back in the day.
Also I hope to have some good news in the very near future….
(cue suspenseful music)
I didn’t.
There wasn’t a single candidate I felt it worth my time to go vote for, even the local ones.
I should say, there wasn’t a single candidate worth declaring party affiliation for.
Was tempted to write in “Joseph Kony”, but instead swung by my Dad’s house with Rave to wish mi padre a happy 75th birthday.
16 years and counting since I’ve had a job that wasn’t fit for the undead….
The guy I’ve been training for almost a year and a half put in his notice yesterday. He was my main replacement so I could go to days.
After having his last performance review be almost 2 1/2 months late with no retro pay (mediocre raise anyway), being left classified as a machine operator when he’s signed off as setup/operator qualified on three different machine controllers, and seeing how folks like me who are training him haven’t had a review or raise in over three years…. well he decided to seek opportunities elsewhere and will be starting a day shift job Monday where he makes the same money and has better benefits.
Good for him. He deserves to be treated better. If I could afford the pay cut I’d be putting in an ap myself.
As for me, I’ve found that when you widen your search to “Willing to relocate to within an hour and a half drive from the kids” there are all KINDS of jobs to be had for someone with my resume. Pretty much opens up everything from Milwaukee to Chicago. Surprised me, truth be told. My skills are kind of specific and oddball.
I’m in a surprisingly good mood about this.
