Sunday Roast...on Monday

That just means it was a good weekend and I couldn't find anyone I had to roast immediately.




...but leave it to our old friend Dick Cheney to come along and spoil the fun. This guy shaded and spun America and its government so well he got us into a war we didn't need to be in just because it was part of his personal ideology (what 9/11?).
And now he's being accused of keeping a special CIA program secret from the Congress.
Big fucking deal. After everything he's done to destroy this country and "keeping a secret about a CIA program" is the best you got? Come on! Like duping an entire country into a war was pancakes.








Northern Ireland - Can we please not start this again? A bunch of young rebellious kids angry that the IRA chose to hang up the militia and become a political party of Northern Ireland has taken to the streets throwing stones and petrol bombs into the annual Orange Order parades. So far no fatalities, thank God.
On the other hand, they really shouldn't be having public Orange Order parades anymore when they're trying to bring the country together. It just isn't a best-business-practice.






The Door - Speaking of best-business-practice...that fucking door is becoming more upsetting than anything else I have to put up with in a day's work.
We keep the main door to the office closed so random people just can't walk in and so the heat and air-conditioning doesn't filter out into the hallway. My boss's office is outside the main door, so if she needs to come back to the main office, she has to open the main door.
And never and I mean NEVER shuts it behind her. Within minutes, whatever air we have escapes and the temperature starts to become uncomfortable. More importantly, a co-worker's purse was stolen a couple months ago because the door was wide open and they just zipped right past me without me seeing them. With the door shut, people have to open it and hit the bells which ring loud enough for me to know to look up and see who's there. And after all that and the headache it caused, she STILL won't shut the fucking door behind her. In fact, she's so adamant about keeping it open that she will find reasons to come back there so she can open it again. I average 22 times a day getting up from my desk and closing the door.
And I have about had it with this petty, immature garbage. It's a fucking door...shut it! I don't know what her problem is and at this point I'm so pissed I don't care. I'm always the first one to suffer because the heat and AC drift right out of my office first, and it's already been proven to us with the purse-theft that having the door wide open is a safety issue. What the fuck doesn't she get?
So I'm going to have to figure out a way to deal with this issue. I already had the building landlord down once to put an automatic door closer in, but he couldn't make it work; I could always go to him and beg. The maintenance guy, Joe, he knows me well enough that I can tell him the truth: fix the door, or one of these days I'm going to get so pissed I'm gonna slam that door so fucking hard I'm going to break the glass all around it. I have a history of getting pissed off and breaking things, especially glass. I've broken at least 10 windows in my lifetime over getting pissed off about something. I'd like to think I could control myself at work, but I've come close and slammed that thing a bit too hard couple times already. In this case I have to adopt the same m.o. in dealing with myself that I use to deal with the boss. I can't change who I am or who she is, so I have to just eliminate the opportunity for us to fuck it up. The automatic door closer will force her to have the door shut so she will have no opportunity to leave it open. It will also keep me from having to get up and shut the door damn near 30 times in a day so I will have no opportunity to be getting pissed off and breaking everything and losing my job over it. It's a win-win. Joe will totally go for it!!!