the unfairness of it all

[george]

so i have this crappy job.

just barely pays the bills.

my boss is a hard core conservative, and a racist, and hates everything. his desk is approximately three feet from mine, and he insists on talking to me. being a bit on the conservative side myself i can tolerate the conservative BS to a point, the racism is at best (i share some of his views, but for entirely different reasons) amusing, usually tiresome. I truly hate everything, so i can deal with his BS in that department.

what really gets me is his disdain for people less fortunate than him. it drives me crazy. what happened to compassion? what happened to having a charitible spirit for people less fortunate? all day he and the other guy i work with (a man who actually burst out crying when we were recently put in a bad situation) constantly brag about their social position, how much money they have to spend, or constantly put down people that have made mistakes or just simply never had a real oppotunity (cause the system is NOT always kind to those that are on the bottom).

they never seem to realize i am part of the people they are mocking. while financially i am a complete screw up, i am very proud of the life i have. i take care of my children, have been married almost 14 years, and can honestly sy that i try very hard to be a kind and decent person.

but

when the window is out on the car, and i have to scramble to figure out where i am going to get thirteen bucks to pay for school pictures, or hold off getting shots for the dogs, i start to wonder if i AM a decent human being, or if i am just fooling myself.

so what makes a good person?

what makes us worthwile? what makes the assholes i work with so much more successful than me? why, despite being poor, am i happy while they are miserable?

[theapportioner]

Well, at least you'll have better peace of mind when it all goes to shit... I think that as long as you have good intentions, it doesn't matter if you can't spend freely on everything you and your family want. I mean, it's not like you are blowing your cash on drugs and hookers (hopefully). Your kids will be fine. They'll learn a thing or two about being frugal, and come out being nice people just like you are.

[mburbank]

Hang in there, friend. Personal worth is determined by those you love and are loved by. The outward trappings of success may be fun and comfortable (or not) but they are not in any way linked to your soul. You boss and his chum know that at some level, or they wouldn't feel the need to go on and on about how they're doing.

And guys who are doing real well don't generally burst into tears when things get tough at work.

Sometimes we have to swim through shit in order to keep our families as safe and sound as possible. Shit washes off. Just keep your nose and eyes above the shit line, crocodile style, and you'll be fine.

[Protoclown]

George, if there's anything I'm sure of, it's that you're a good man. I still owe you a phone call, don't I? We need to get together sometime soon. I've just been so busy, and I'm sure you have been too. But sometime soon Josh and I need to come and visit you.

You are seriously one of my favorite persons in the world. And I've always thought of you as being pretty successful. I know you go through some rough financial shit but you have one of the coolest families I have ever seen in my life.

[glowbelly]

georgie gives me goose pimples...the GOOD kind.

if that doesn't make him a good man, i don't know what does.

[george]

i really miss this place sometimes.

the guy crying really freaked me out i mean, how do you respond to that crap? i would die before i CRIED at wok.

hey everybody guess what? i predict here in this thread that george bush is gonna lose.

also, i apologize for this thread. i was feeling a bit moody about things, but yeesh.

[Anonymous]

It's ok, George. It's still the best thread on this board.

Also, I'd like to add that I, too, can attest that you are a kickass dude. Why, I'd want you as my dad, if such a thing were legal in the state of Illinois, but they're really against the whole "Jimmy has Two Dads" thing over here.

[george]

i would want you as my son.

in the MJ way

[Suck 'n' Fuck]

Holy crap. It must suck hardcore having a desk that is 3 feet from your crappy, GOP, bum-hating, bible thumping, ******-hating boss' desk.

So far, from what I've heard, you sound like an all right guy.

[El Blanco]

Dude, if you are working hard and providing for your family, you have nothing to feel bad about. Financial bumps in the road happen. Weather them and let your family support you. You'll all come out stronger for it.

The reason you feel so insecure when your boss talks like that is because you constantly hear it and it creeps into the back of your mind. Just remember, he's an asshole talking hot air. As for that other guy, he is obviously a basket case and appears to me he may be some little lackey so why care what he thinks?

And, when the opportunity to improve your life comes along, jump at it. Hell, it may already be there and you don't see it.

Hope that helps, I'm not too good at this kind of thing.

[george]

well since i recetly ordered several thousand free doses of enzyte a porn career may be in my future

[Emu]

The small-wanged man in those commercials reminds me of ArtificalBrandon's avatar.

[El Blanco]

Originally Posted by george

well since i recetly ordered several thousand free doses of enzyte a porn career may be in my future

I thought that shit made you a better golfer.

[Jeanette X]

Would how his boss is behaving qualify as "creating a hostile work environment"? It's not often people burst into tears at work...

[george]

my wife has suggested much the same thing jeantte, but i am not sticking to this job any longer than it takes to find a better one so i can live through it. it is just depressing sometimes.

as for the guy crying, to be honest with you he is a bitch, but we were in a very bad situation. imagine if you will:

we were in the HOOD, at the nexus of three streets that had over 18 murders, and 30 woundings in the last two weeks. it was getting dark. the sign we had been working on had taken hours to get done, it was wet, we were wet and freezing.

tearing ass out of the parking lot asshead hit a curb, and we got a flat tire. as we pulled to a stop we were surrounded (i really mean this) by about twenty thugs that seemed to appear out of nowhere. they tried to steal tools off our truck, and then when we got out to start changing the tire they stayed about ive feet away, laughing and jeering.

then we did not have a key to the lock that secured the tire under the truck. so while we were both under the truck hacksawing off the lock, a very helpul crack head decided to jack up the front of the truck (we did not realize he was doing it (how i do not know, but we missed it) until the truck fell off the jack. while we were in no immediate danger, having the truch drop about five inches closer to our faces nearly gave us both a heart attacks.

that was when my coworker hopped up, started crying, turned and ran away up the street screaming "I CANT TAKE THIS"

the remaining thugs found it really funny. so did i. one of them came over and offered to help, we worked together and had the truck back in order by the time crying tommy got back.

a fine day, and not the worst one i hae had at this job.

whew.

[Protoclown]

You need to write a book, George. You have all these really interesting stories.