Another year is almost done and amazingly I have yet learned more things that I didn’t know at this time last year!
So for shits and giggles here’s the list:
10. I never thought I would go to NYC twice in one year. But I did.
9. The tree in Rockefeller Center looks a lot bigger on TV.
8. It’s hot and humid in FL whether you visit in July or in September. I knew this already. But I just wanted to mention it for the hell of it.
7. Mary Poppins is much prettier in person
6. There is a really neat Forrest Gump statue at a rest stop somewhere in GA. Box of chocolates included.
5. If you think something is lost, it’s never really lost. It’s just stuck in the empty Christmas tote waiting for you to find it.
4. Never underestimate the child with Asperger’s. Or any child for that matter.
3. Nobody is perfect. But Mr. Rogers was pretty damn close.
2. There’s still a SHITHOLE taking up space in the White House and ruining the country more and more each day
1. Nuts with guns still kill.
On that note, I bid you a (hopefully) peaceful, blessed new year.
Anyone who has had the privilege of seeing the Fred Rogers documentary “Won’t You Be My Neighbor?” will know the significance behind the numbers 143.
I was fortunate enough to receive this DVD as a gift for Christmas and have watched it several times in the past week. The first time I viewed it I was moved to tears. I didn’t realize I’d be bawling each time I saw it. But I was.
If you have not seen this documentary, see it. It may be the best thing you’ve done for yourself in a long time.
The basics of the documentary is a very simple philosophy: A little kindness makes a world of difference.
I won’t give away the secret behind the numbers 143. All I will tell you is that it has a very special meaning. One that we all need to be reminded of every day.
I’m sure in most of our working lives we’ve encountered that one particular co-worker who is the ultimate pain in the ass.
You know the one. They tell constant annoying jokes. Slurp their coffee to no end. Complain about everything from the air temperature to how much work they have to do.
Then there is the one who doesn’t know how to do anything. That’s my co-worker.
It amazes me how this woman has survived in this job for as long as she has. It’s possible that she’s always relied on someone else to get her through. I don’t know. All I do know is that in the six years I’ve known her, I’ve had to show her everything from how to order office supplies to how to print mailing labels. Simple, everyday tasks that any administrative assistant would know how to do. This woman practically needs instructions on how to wipe her ass.
And when I’ve created job aids for her to follow in learning a new procedure about something, it’s pointless because she either doesn’t follow the job aid or loses it. Then I’m stuck trying to train her all over again. Did I mention she’s been in this position longer than I have? Yeah, to know her you’d think just the opposite. And she wonders why everyone comes to me for answers to problems.
One day I counted all the times she asked me questions. She had asked me ten questions by ten o’clock. And she doesn’t come in until nine. That’s another issue I have with this woman. She seems to think that the regular 7:30 to 4:00 work schedule doesn’t apply to her. She rolls in around nine o’clock, usually after nine, and leaves at four. Sometimes on Friday she’ll “sneak out” ten minutes early to get her hair done. Yet the supervisor lets her get away with it and she gets paid for the entire shift. Not very fair if you ask me. And against company policy. And she seems to think that because she’s been there for twenty-five years she can have any Friday off that she wants. With only a day’s notice. Then she bitches if I ask for a Friday off and she can’t have it. I actually love when she has a day off because I feel like I can actually get some work done without being bombarded with questions.
All I know is that if I up and quit or died tomorrow she’d be up shit’s creek without a paddle. And she’d deserve it.
The day we’ve been waiting two years for has finally arrived. Election Day. The day Americans have the power to have their voices heard. To make choices. For the good and for the bad.
In my state of Massachusetts we’ve been able to vote early since October 22. That’s the day I voted. Now I understand that many of the robocallers and survey takers have no way of knowing I’ve already voted. But if you wanted to try to convince me so much to vote “yes” or “no” on your question, you should’ve started calling me way before October 22.
Just now, at 2:00 p.m. on Election Day, I got a call from none other than the Visiting Nurse’s Association asking me to vote “yes” on question 1. I shit you not. I told her I cast my vote on October 22 and I voted “no”. No way in hell would I ever vote “yes” on something that would make our hospitals worse than they already are.
I received the book in the mail outlining all the questions and what they were about. I read them all. I understood them all. I don’t need any caller to try to convince me otherwise. Especially after I already voted. Even if I hadn’t already voted I STILL would have voted “no”. In fact, the only question I voted “yes” on was number 3 because I feel it’s a human right for anyone to use whatever gender facility they feel comfortable using. I don’t need a robocaller to tell me stories to convince me otherwise. Especially after I already voted. Sorry, too late. You lose. You lost anyway because I had already made up my mind.
Oh, and did I vote straight Democrat? Yes, except for Governor Charlie Baker. I feel if the sink isn’t broken, there’s no need to fix it. Shit, I think he’s done a way better job for this state than many Democrats before him.
If you are someone who hasn’t voted yet, well, you have about six more hours to do so. Make your voice count. Because it does. More than a robocaller.
Vote like your life depends on it. Because it very well does.
Boo-yah! Boo-yah! YEAH–HALLOWEEN!
Mexican Groucho Marx
Jack after a hard night of partying
Super Hero Jack