well, hello. now here’s a rant to welcome me back.

I am so VERY livid about the Michael Vick being picked up by the Eagles.   I don’t even know that I can express my extreme anger over this.

WTF were they thinking? 

Okay.  I know what they were thinking.  Good quarterback.  No one wants him.  Cheap(er). 

But seriously, WTF?  The youth of this country idolizes sports players whether it be football, baseball, basketball, etc.   Is this someone we want our kids to aspire to be like?   

I would give just about anything to be locked in a room alone with him.   I know that he is 100x stronger than me but I’m pretty sure my rage would give me just enough of an adrenaline boost to at least get me one good punch in the face.

(This next excerpt was stolen borrowed from http://kritta.wordpress.com)

“PETA and millions of decent football fans around the world are disappointed that the Philadelphia Eagles have chosen to sign a man who hanged dogs from trees, electrocuted them with jumper cables, held them underwater until they drowned in his swimming pool, and even threw his own family dogs into the fighting pit to be torn to shreds while he laughed,” said the group in a statement (re: Michael Vick).

What kind of man is capable of that and can sleep at night?  Michael Vick is who.

This POS needs to be dropped off in a hot desert somewhere with no water or food and experience what it’s like to be hunted like the dirty, filthy rat that he is. Maybe then he actually will have some remorse, because I sincerely doubt he has any now. The only remorse he feels is that he got caught.

DISGUSTED!

Since I’ve obviously started using this blog strictly for PSA’s, rants and some occasional advice, I thought I’d just keep rolling with that.  Besides, who needs to know about the happenings in my life anways?

I am absolutely disgusted by this article so much so that is has practically rendered me speechless, which is a rarity for me.  What’s worse, is that I’m not even all that surprised. 

After Bailout, AIG Execs Head to California Resort

Rescued by Taxpayers, $440,000 for Retreat Including “Pedicures, Manicures”

By BRIAN ROSS and TOM SHINE

October 7, 2008—

 

Less than a week after the federal government committed $85 billion to bail out AIG, executives of the giant AIG insurance company headed for a week-long retreat at a luxury resort and spa, the St. Regis Resort in Monarch Beach, California, Congressional investigators revealed today.

“Rooms at this resort can cost over $1,000 a night,” Congressman Henry Waxman (D-CA) said this morning as his committee continued its investigation of Wall Street and its CEOs.

AIG documents obtained by Waxman’s investigators show the company paid more than $440,000 for the retreat, including nearly $200,000 for rooms, $150,000 for meals and $23,000 in spa charges.

“They’re getting their pedicures and their manicures and the American people are paying for that,” said Cong. Elijah Cummings (D-MD).

“This unbridled greed,” said Cong. Mark Souder (R-IN), “it’s an insensitivity to how people are spending our dollars.”

Appearing before the committee, Martin Sullivan, the AIG CEO until June, said the company was overwhelmed by a “financial global tsunami,” and that “no simple or single cause” was to blame.

“I am heartbroken at what has happened,” Sullivan said.

Robert Willumstad, the CEO from June to September, 2008, maintained AIG was a victim of a “crisis in confidence” and an “unprecedented global catastrophe.” “Through the first week of September we were confident AIG could weather the crisis,” Willumstad testified. He said the federal government offered its $85 million bail out on the afternoon it prepared for bankruptcy. Willumstad said the Federal Reserve demanded he resign, and will turn down his AIG retirement package of several million dollars.

But Congressional investigators raised question of “mismanagement” and whether AIG executives sought to “cook the books” and hide negative information from outside auditors.

On Dec. 5, 2007, Waxman said, CEO Sullivan told investors, “We are confident in our marks and the reasonableness of our valuation methods.”

Documents obtained by the committee show that one week earlier, auditors Pricewaterhouse Cooper had “raise their concerns with Mr. Sullivan&informing him that PWC believed that AIG could have a material weakness relating to the risk management of these areas.”

In March, 2008, the Office of Thrift Supervision wrote AIG, “We are concerned that the corporate oversight of AIG Financial Products&lacks critical elements of independence, transparency, and granularity.”

Asked about the letter by the committee, the SEC’s former chief accountant, Lynn Turner, said the letter reflects “a serious problem from the top down of management, that can bring an organization down.”

Former AIG CEO Sullivan said accounting rules required AIG to mark down the value of its holdings, even though it had no plans to sell them, the “mark to market” provision.

AIG had to sell at “fire sale prices,” he told skeptical members of Congress. “Suddenly a company with a trillion dollars in assets” was in trouble, said Sullivan.

Waxman questioned both former CEOs about a former AIG auditor who claimed he had been blocked from reviewing the books of a London-based division that has since been blamed for a large share of the company’s downfall.

Former CEO Willumstad, chairman of the AIG board at the time, said “I honestly don’t remember” the concerns raised by the former auditor.

“I find that very disturbing,” said Congressman Waxman.

Waxman also said there is evidence the two men changed the bonus schedule once the company began to post losses, so that executives under the “Senior Partners Plan” would continue to make multi-million dollar salaries.

“Mr. Sullivan and the other top executives should have had their bonuses slashed due to poor performance,” said Waxman.

Sullivan said it was “substantially reduced” by the board in 2007 due to poor performance.

Sullivan was given a $15 million “golden parachute” payment after being replaced as CEO in June.

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Can someone please pay for my vacation?  I’m only asking for a $4-$5k vacation.  Hell, I can probably even bargain shop and find something for $3-$4k. 

Come on American Taxpayers, won’t you donate your hard earned money to fund a trip for my husband and I?

No?

What about if you paid off my house?  I promise that it’s less than what these people spent on food for their 1-week vacation.

I think I’m really starting to like the philosophy of this website.  Although I’d like to do a lot more than just punch these CEO’s in the face.  While they are walking around with MILLIONS of dollars, our economy is struggling just to keep afloat.  While my disposable income is shrinking, theirs is not affected whatsoever because they just ran the company they were running into the ground, and walked away with a multimillion dollar package.

I am so disgusted with what is going on in the country and hope that we can pull out of this a stronger country, but my faith is slowly dwindling when I read about crap like this.  What a greedy, greedy country we are.  I can almost understand why so many other countries hate us.

I’d like to make a stand, cry out that this is not acceptable, but lets face it, that will accomplish nothing.  Besides, who is actually going to listen. 

So, I’ll torture those select few that are still hanging around here after my long absence away from blogging.

Come Hither Dear Crazies

I really think I must have a “please come talk to me if you’re fucking crazy” tattoo on my forehead.  And, it must only be visible to the crazies ’cause I don’t see it when I look in the mirror.

GEESH.

Today, I stop at the post office to mail a little shumthin-shumthin to my girl Barbie and there is a woman talking to the post office employee.  I’m not paying attention because 1) I don’t give a shit and 2) I don’t give a shit. 

The woman repeatedly attempts to bring me into the conversation and I’m trying something fierce to avoid being roped in I see the panic in the post office employees eyes at having to talk to this woman for another second and try to avoid making eye contact because I still don’t give a shit.  But alas my efforts fail. 

Crazy starts telling me how this woman who, well, I mean, she’s not prejudiced or anything, but she’s ummm black ok, let me get this straight.  You’re not prejudiced, ‘eh?  Then please tell me why this is a relevant piece of information? stole her identity.  She hired a private detective and the DA is getting involved but she’s concerned that if not enough evidence is found that the woman can come after her for wrongfully accusing / slander. 

Blabbity blah blah blah is what I’m hearing in my head for most of this conversation. 

I avoid the fact that she felt the need to inform me that the alleged thief is black because 1) I don’t really care and 2) I don’t really care.  What I do tell her is that yes, if the courts find that there is not enough evidence that the woman probably could come back and sue her for wrongfully accusing her or slander.  I make sure to tell her that I’ve never been through this though and I’m only guessing but it seems logical that it could happen.

She then asks me what could happen to her if the woman sues her for wrongfully accusing.  Umm, didn’t I just tell you that I’ve never been through this so how the fuck would I know?

But I was nice and that was my first mistake.  I should have kept my big fat mouth shut and pretended that I was mute.  Which, in all fairness, probably wouldn’t have been very convincing since I had just asked for 3 books of stamps and stated that I needed to mail a package.

So, because I didn’t want to be blatantly rude to crazy, the woman now TRAPS me for what feels like 2 hours and continues to go on and on and on about her situation. 

And I’m still hearing blabbity blah blah blah.

I’ve now started giving her all the obvious signs that I’m not interested in her conversation not that I ever was…the jiggling of my keys, the not maintaining eye contact, the looking at my watch, etc. 

But she doesn’t get it.

Then she says something to the effect about how she has to prove everything and the woman doesn’t need to prove she didn’t do it.  Ummm, you think?  Hey jackass, that’s the foundation of our judicial system.

I proceed to tell her that of course that’s the case because she has the burden of proof.

Her reply?

Wait for it…..

 

A blank stare and a what do you mean?

I am NOT lying.  I would not make that up.

I should have just walked away at that.  But nope, idiotic me feels the need to explain how the judicial system is founded on an innocent until proven guilty system but I’m still getting the glassy, I don’t understand look.  So I say, you need to find enough evidence that proves she is guilty.  She only has to defend herself to the evidence.

DOI.

And at this, rude or not, I look at her and say I have to go.  On my lunch hour, limited time you know and RAN out the door hoping to never encounter her again.

GAHHHHH.  Only me.  Only f’ing me.

And….Another one.

Dear person that I work for,

It’s really hard to do my job when I’m not able to get in contact with you, even though you are supposed to be working from home.  I’d appreciate not having to wait 1.5 days to get a call back from you after emailing you and advising you that we have some issues that have come up with a few meetings on the calendar for next week. 

Please answer and/or return my phone calls and emails.  ktxhbai.

Smooches,

Your wonderful Assistant.

Who the eff does this?

Dear dumb ass bitch shopping at Steins last night,

While I can sympathize that you are too fucking stupid to ask an employee where the $10.99 flat of Impatiens are, I can not condone you STEALING one of my flats off my cart while I am inside shopping for weed killer.

I spent 20 minutes deliberating on the best flats to buy and you had to steal the only flat of Pastel Impatiens.  Fucking whore bag that you are.

Who the fuck steals flowers from someone else’s cart?

It was obvious that the cart belonged to someone.  I had a hanging basket and 2 flats of flowers in my cart.

Now I’m stuck with 2 flats of Tempe Rouge Impatiens.  And while I’m sure they will look great, I really wanted one Pastel and one Tempe Rouge.

You should be thanking your lucky stars for getting the hell out of that store because I was stalking your ass trying to find my flowers.  I would have kicked you in the shins, given you a piece of my mind and taken back my Impatiens. 

And let me tell you, every last person in that store knew that your whorebag ass stole those flowers  off my cart because I made sure I told everyone.

I hope they fucking die on your sorry ass.  Eat shit and die.

Sincerely,

Me

 

Dear Asshat…

In true Project Open Letter fashion, I give my first my “Open Letter”

Dear I just got promoted but don’t do shit fucktard,

Before trying to get all productive in your new made-up, bullshit role, you might want consider a few things:

1)  You only got your promotion because you make pretty excel reports

2)  Ok so I’ll give you that the revised reports are pretty, but don’t you think you should consult the higher ups before revamping a report they use on a weekly basis?

3)  Your boss doesn’t want to do shit so you got the promotion because you make her look like she actually gets stuff done

4)  You are not slick and we actually see that you are playing solitaire all day long

5)  We see you hiding at the end of the hallway, talking to your girlfriend more often than not

6)  Don’t piss me off

Did you really think that I would not get pissed off when you casually state:  “*Do keep in mind that if you have linking Excel or Access files, those links will have to be edited after moving to the new network location.”

Hey jackass, I have a bazillion files with links in them.  I have another trillion files with links that have files linked to other linked files.

Do you really think I have the time well, maybe I do since I am writing this letter or energy to change every damn link in every file?

Did you not think to consider the problems this could cause people before trying to ass kiss in an attempt to justify your promotion?

Oh, and on that rebuttal email I sent?  Yeah, I copied my boss.  The same boss that you just so happened to leave off the original email.  The same boss that  just so happens to be your bosses bosses boss.  I don’t think he’ll like that you are causing me hours of unnecessary work.

I hope that your files turn to shit when you move them to the new server.  Sit and spin bitch.

Sincerely,  Me.

Grrrr

Was it really necessary for the woman at the Pet Supplies Plus store to tell the cashier about the video with the bird dancing to a Backstreet Boys song that’s all over the internet WHILE I’m idly standing there, waiting for the cashier to ring up my cat food?  No, really, that’s ok.  I don’t mind standing here, while you converse with the cashier about something she more than likely cares nothing about.  Not to mention, just because she works at a store geared towards animals, doesn’t mean she has to like animals.  And no, I don’t think the entire store would appreciate you emailing the video to them.

OK, Rant over.