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Friday, May 09, 2003

Rush for content

I knew I was in for a hit counter shit storm when I happened to notice that fellow Georgia cracker Acidman linked to me. Just damn! Every time he does that my hit counter jumps almost 100 hits for that day. So, I figured I had better give up the good content. I didn’t think this post was particularly interesting. I thought it was Bore Blogging gone mad. It just goes to show…you’ll never know what strikes peoples interests.

Hey, I know this Blog sits idle for days on end. To my loyal reader, I apologize. I started doing this blogging thing a couple of years ago. Back then I didn’t know what to call it. I would write some crap opinion about some thing, code it by hand, and then update my web site about once a week. I wanted to model a page after Neil Boortz’s Neil’s Nuze page. I found Blogger a little more than a year ago and the rest is history…

I tried to start a Georgia web-ring once. It never took off. There are several out there now. I occasionally lurk there. I’m proud to be on Acidman’s original link list. I’m honored that back in the early days I was there to help him through a rough patch. This past fall, I went crazy and actually met up with Acidman and his pal Recondo 32. A night of debauchery was had by all. The look on his face was priceless. Da Goddess set that meeting up. I’m kind of looking for another opportunity to do it again.


posted by Dax Montana 12:36:06 PM

Melting pot my Ass!

Last night, after enjoying the verbal thrashing O’Reilly got from Boortz, I started a minor debate. The topic was of course segregation. Somewhere in my government-sponsored education, I was enlightened with the “America is a giant Melting Pot” misnomer. I believe this myth comes from the “Give me your tired…huddled masses” bit inscribed on the Statute of Liberty. All that is well and good. I’m all for legal immigration. Sure this great nation was built, founded, and financed by immigrants including slaves. This is not where I take issue.

O’Reilly, for whatever his motives, states that a segregated prom is morally wrong. I disagree. Not only is it morally right, it is within the scope and bounds of Human Nature. I think that people naturally segregate themselves. Taking a typical High School experience, we first learn segregation through peer groups. (Peer groups should be your first clue.) In High School, the typical groups include the “Jocks”, “Nerds”, and “Freaks.” Any viewing of the movie “The Breakfast Club” points out these archetypes quite clearly. Any chance of moving in or out of these peer groups is non-existent.

On a larger socio-political scale, groups still remain. Traveling through any large metropolitan city, you’ll notice many ethnic neighborhoods. While touring New York City, I went to “Chinatown.” I ate in “little Italy.” Why just in the news, I heard about some “Iraqi” neighborhood in Michigan. I’m sure these neighborhoods trade amongst themselves, date amongst themselves, and even have their own “proms.” I know of no Government entity establishing these neighborhoods. Do you? These people have complete Constitutional authority to associate with whomever they please.

Going against human nature is immoral. There is no Melting Pot, maybe a buffet line where the food occasionally intermingles on your plate, but certainly no gumbo.


posted by Dax Montana 7:39:40 PM

If you didn’t catch or don’t watch the O’Reilly Factor on Fox News you missed Neil Boortz get in a great verbal slam dunk. It’s the little moments that make me want to keep watching.

posted by Dax Montana 8:47:12 AM

Ain’t life a bitch!

May 7th chronicled my one-year anniversary with the new company. On Tuesday, I happen to mention to the owner that the milestone was about to be reached. Smiling, he leaned over to the computer, pulled my file, and said, “I’ll be damned! That’s big!” So there we have it, my first year under my belt. The other manager that was hired at the same time as me didn’t make six months. My boss is very hard to work for. Very hard! I don’t write about the interpersonal relationships of my job to often. I would hate for my boss to read the gossip I could post. It’s not very exciting anyway. (Although “bore blogging” is all the rage now.) So here I go, heading into work to start day 366. I didn’t expect any kudos for 1 year or anything special. Well imagine my surprise when the Owner of the company and the Director of Operations call me into the office. The door was closed and I was told to have a seat. No sooner than my ass hit the chair, the ass chewing began. The owner ripped me a new one for sure. I sat motionless. My eyes locked on his. I was trying not to laugh as the little vein in his forehead started to bulge and pulse. His face was turning from red to purple and the spittle was flying from his mouth as he screamed. I calmly agreed with his point of view, told him that I understood, and that it would never happen again. Meanwhile, the D. of O. sat viewing this spectacle. He let the boss finish his rant, then attempted to back up some of my statements…to no avail.

Before I describe the outrageous offense I committed, let me give you a little insight on the boss. He is a short, stubby, balding man. He is in his early fifties and looks like a giant bulldog. Oh yea, he’s from New Jersey. As owner, his job is to create as much chaos as possible. He must find something to rant about at least once a week or he isn’t doing his job. He fires people for letting the phone ring to many times. (Three maximum) He fires people for to much lettuce in salads. The list is endless. I agree with him about 85 percent of the time. The other 15 percent is ridiculous. He is an alcoholic. If you have ever had to deal with one, then you understand. If the building is on fire he’s calm and cool. However, if a napkin is on the floor, watch out.

Now I’ll attempt to explain the rule and how I broke it. The restaurant closes at 10:30. The bar, however, stays open until midnight. This is a new rule enacted because I would throw the last few drunks out when I wanted to go home. (Another long story, but it is within the 15 percent.) Last call is at 11:45. The bartender pours any last drink requests and settles all remaining tabs. On Tuesday night, no one, not one person is in the bar at 11:30. The bartender asks me if I want to take his cash drawer. I said, “No.” I am following the new rules. (Which I think are stupid!) The bar is clean, stocked, wiped, iced, and ready to go for the next day. I went back to the office so that I could sit on my ass some more. At exactly 11:45, I went back to the empty bar and told the bartender to make last call. I kid you not; I actually made the bartender shout, “Last Call!” to an empty space. After our announcement, the bartender asked me if I wanted the drawer. I told him to settle all tabs then to run his check out. I follow the letter of the law not necessarily the spirit. He brings me his cash drawer.

This is where I fucked up. All managers have their little closing routine. I do it the same way every night. I get the drawer. I view sales report, enter cash deposited, print sales report, print void report, settle credit cards, fax sales and void reports to office, count lotto sales, count drawer. Then I make deposits, count petty cash, put money in the safe, fill out financial sheet, print financial sheet, walk through building, lock doors, lights off, go the fuck home. Simple. Although I faxed the reports at exactly 12:05, the time on the printed report stated 11:53. Just Damn! I followed the rules. Just Damn! Now I just advance the time on the computer one hour.

Then to top off my wonderful night celebrating my one-year anniversary, on the way home, I break the transmission on my truck. Stranded in the middle of a busy roadway, I then had to wake up wife, who had to wake up kids, who then had to come get my sorry ass. I then called the tow truck guy. It’s kind of funny, but he was the same guy who towed me in a little over a year ago. That was when my new engine broke on my way into work. I called to the store only to get fired. See…Ain’t life a Bitch!


posted by Dax Montana 6:20:05 AM