Thursday, May 18, 2006

ok i'm tired of guessing!

Who wrote this? LOL, driving me nuts!

Hey, I have finally put two & two together and have decided that you are just plain WIERD!
Mr Underware God. Only YOU could have thought of something like that to write about & make me picture it in my mind.....BAD BAD VISIONS, not sugarplums I can assure you!!
Leave it to you, it may take you awhile to post something but by golly, when you put your "mind"(?) to it, you can git r dun.
Miss ya, although I can't imagine why!!
Take care, Huggs
Guess who

Posted by Anonymous to Firebear's World at 5/11/2006 07:19:27 PM

Union Does? No Don't!

No to Union in Jackson Michigan!

I don’t like people screwing with my good thing.

For example.

I was working over night at S-Mart (shop smart, shop S-Mart). While it the hours sucked it had its pluses. There were 3 of us in the whole store, we came in, the manager told us what needed to be done, then he left. All that we had to do over the next 8 hours was get our stuff done. No one cared if we took an hour lunch or a thirty minute break. If we watched a movie or listened to music while we worked. If one of the other people decided not to work so be it, wasn’t my business. I got my job done.

Then someone decided to screw things up. Empty packages started appearing. Candy wrappers, snacks. Then one night an empty knife package appeared at the end of the shift. A package that I know for a fact was just put out during the night shift (a.k.a. I put it out.). I was pissed. Not on the fact that one of my two co-workers stole it, but that they stole it during my shift.

My worry was that they would put a supervisor on the overnight shift to stop the theft. No more long breaks and lunches. Or that I would fall under suspicion. Screwing with my good thing.

So advance to today. I am back in a call center. Good work, not difficult, pay is alright, good bonus check each week, medical dental vision insurances, vacation pay, good hours. I go to work on time, do my job, don’t hassle anyone, and really pay no attention to the gossip and usual bs found in the office. In other words I have a good thing going. So why is someone trying to screw with it.

Yesterday morning there was a group of five people with clip boards outside the building. They are trying to bring a union into the building. Not only are they pushy about this, they are out and out rude. They follow people to their cars, stop them every time someone goes in or out of the building. Of course you know I had to have a confrontation myself, and I did try to avoid this.

Union rep 1: Do you work here?
Me: I’m not interested.
Union rep 1: Would you like one of our fliers?
Me: No, I really wouldn’t, thank you.
Union rep 2: Would you like to sign our paper?
Me: Dude, she just asked me. I said no.
Union rep 2: Would you like one of our fliers?
Me: No and stop trying to ram it down my throat.
Union rep 2: I’m not trying to ram it down your throat .
Me: Yes you are, I’ve told you no 4 times and you are still talking to me.

My problems with the union:

1) I’ve seen wait they have done with the Michigan Office of Retirement Services. They protect the slow, bad workers while not letting the better workers advance. Retirement call center reps can take 30 minutes a call and give out the wrong info, and nothing happens. I’ve seen reps be rude to person after person, and the moment someone in management tries to put a stop to it they call their union rep and scream harassment.

2) If you get to work on time and do your job you have no problems. You get your breaks, no one denies it, and management works it out if you have a problem. They rehire, even if you don’t give notice before you leave.

3) They promote from with in.

4) They will work out a part time schedule if you are a student or if you have kids. Plus over time.

5) They hire you if you are 18, 35, or 98, students, parents, grandparents, 1st job, last job, 2nd job, 3rd job. I have seen them hire women who are 8 months pregnant.

6) It is a call center, a large part of the staff does not stay long. That is okay, but what use is the union to them.

7) I don’t want to have any money taken out of my check.

To summarize. No problems with management, they are fair and up front. Do your job, you get paid. Don’t want anyone to take money out of my check. Don’t want shadows in my office who can goof off all day and not get in trouble for it.

It may sound selfish, but don't screw with my good thing. Any questions?

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

A Brief History

Yes, I know, been a little while since I posted anything new. In my defense, my new office is boring compared to when I worked for State of Michigan Retirement System. No shadows trying to get you in trouble, no backstabbing, and they like when you do a good job. I have to admit, I like it. If you take a lot of calls, they pay you extra money! I know, unbelievable! When I was working for the Michigan retirement, people would get mad when you worked hard! This “real” world vs. the “hi I’m a state worker who doesn’t like you showing me up by doing the job that I am suppose to be doing, when I would rather be walking around asking dumb questions and spreading stories” world.

What I want to talk about today is much more important.

Men’s Underwear
Not just any men’s underwear.

Larry’s underwear.

The majority of my life I have worn briefs. Tighty Whities. Good support, always disliked the feel of boxers. With boxers I’ld be walking down the street, bouncing all around. Pointing at women as they walked by. Briefs helped that, no bouncing. No pointing.

They had their drawbacks of course. Most forms of clothing do. They were Tighty Whities, and in some situations, like when I didn’t have my pants on, they just subtracted from the moment. At the time, being a man, I decided that the problem had to be my socks. Standing there in just white briefs and neon green socks, didn’t work. I figured I had to match, that would help. That is when I discovered neon green briefs! And a bunch of other colors too! So now I could match!

For some reason it didn’t help.

I kept trying though, and eventually stopped wearing socks on big dates if I thought I would get lucky. Sort of like a woman shaving her legs. Just no socks.

A couple years later (and several cases of athletes foot) I discovered boxer briefs, not only did they come in different colors, they offered the support I required, and I looked damn good in them no matter what socks I wore! So I was content.

Until recently.

I was working over nights at S-Mart. Stocking the shelves, it was a good job except for the fact it was overnight. More on that at a different time. One of the items I was stocking was the underwear. The thong underwear. I had been told in the past that while they looked odd, they were very comfortable. I never beleaved. My boxer brief offered me the support I required, and I looked damn good in them.

Valentines day was approaching, so as a surprise and a laugh I got a thong . Red with these little hearts. Wore them and found out I loved them! There was maximum support with minimal coverage! And they came in different colors to match my socks!

So I bought more. Greens, Blues, blacks. I have even tried to spread the gospil of the thong.

Larry: You should try a thong, Steven! You would love it.
Steven: It doesn’t look comfortable.
Larry: You will be surprised. Tell you what, I’ll lend you a pair of mine.
Steven: Um… No thanks, really.

Now the other day I put on a my boxer briefs. All day I was restless. Having to adjust, being careful when I sat in a chair. Ladies, gravity does not just effect you! I was bouncing all over the place, pointing at women as they walked by. I was just awful!

I have returned to the church of the thong now! I suggest to everyone that you try one! I could even lend one of mine, but I do want it back!

Shade and sweet water, Larry

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