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Off the Top of My Head, Vol. V #1
Click to view the first "Rant" that ran from 6/4/98 through 7/1/98 at the top of Michael's Tripod Homepage. Witness Michael's comments about his page, a little bit about people he knows, and see him mocking that after five years his decision to relearn HTML!
Off the Top of My Head, Vol. V #2
The second rant, still "BEFORE" Michael decided to rename it the internet version of "Off the Top of My Head". Witness Michael's psycho-babble about absoultely NOTHING! WOO!
Off the Top of My Head, Vol. V #3
The first official "Off the Top of My Head" on the internet. Oddly enough, the people Michael knows only FROM the internet have offered MONEY for psychiatric treatment after this rant. Wow.
Off the Top of My Head, Vol. V #4
This sucks, don't click. But the whole point of OTTOMH (sucking or not) is to log all of the thoughts you have, even if they're unemotional and nothing. Alas... Michael hopes to God that he never has to force you all to endure another piece of schlock like this... really.
Off the Top of My Head, Vol. V #5
Oh my God! They'll kill Michael... some people might have after this, anywayz...
Off the Top of My Head, Vol. V #6 Off the Top of My Head, Vol. V #7
The current Off the Top of My Head. Michael talks about his defiance and work... or something
Next up? Michael babbles endlessly, but also has plans to rehash all the bullshit and the... gasp--- BETRAYAL! ooooo... aaaaaa...
Off the Top of My Head
Vol. V
#6
8/9/98
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Oh. Hi there. Gee, I think I'm starting to make up for my lack of Off the Top of My Heads here. Only a four or five day lapse between these last two, it appears... I'm going to start out with random thoughts before I get into the weird stuff this go around. I usually do the opposite... If you ever use America Online or AOL Instant Messager you can reach me at MrNEWZ or CHAOSRulz, which are two names I'll be using REGULARLY now. Prior to this writing, I was almost exclusive to CHAOSRulz, but I needed a change of pace you see... School is rapidly approaching. Only TWO weeks left and I've got three books to read. Question: Why do I NOT care? ... If a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, why would the middle finger be a BAD thing? ... yes, that was bad... really, really, really bad... Michael's Ventures in Life (tm) look to be taking a more defiant turn as of late... How? You say? Well, I guess I have to TELL you now don't I? Recently, at my wonderful job at Winn-Dixie (they're "the Beef People", you know) one of the employees, like myself (we'll call him cROCKY to semi-consume his name. Heheh. Gosh, I'm evil) has become a major JACK ASS. cROCKY has been working there since before I have. He was one of the few GUYS to run a register there and one of the guys I could chat with like Martin. cROCKY, however, recently has been "helping" in the office. So, seeing he MIGHT have one iota of power at his finger tips, cROCKY goes powermad. Now, you might be asking yourself right about now "Why would this guy go powermad? It's a god-foresaken GROCERY store, and unless you're the Manager or OWNER you can't really do Jack!" And well, so am I. So, since cROCKY had his sip from the almight look out office of doom we (me being the innovator of nicknames of course) started calling Adolf. Why? Well, cROCKY decided since HE could stand around and really pretend to do work, it was time to shape those lousey little punks into shape. See, cROCKY is in the army... oooo...that might answer part of our little question earlier, now might it? God... that was quarky. Regardless, cROCKY (or as I know affectionately refer to him ass "the Crock", and I used to call him "the Rock"... geez, sorry for spreading Rocky Maivia's cool nickname to a jackass) began belting orders with a passion "There's things to be done." Well no shit Sherlock. But, when I'm running a register (cashiering, you know), I'm not SUPPOSED to get buggies (or carts). I'm not SUPPOSED to sweep the front. I'm not SUPPOSED to ... well, anything but cashier really. So, when I'm ORDERED (not asked) to take a BREAK and what KIND of break, that irks me. When I'm ORDERED to get buggies while bagging an order (one that I might get a tip for) that IRKS me. When I'm ORDERED to go clean the bathrooms when I'm doing something else... that IRKS me. When I'm told to do something that will interupt what I'm ALREADY doing--- that pisses me off. ESPECIALLY if the little bastard telling me to do it HAS NO MOTHER FUCKING POWER WHATSOEVER! ...
... there, that's better. Wow. My first BREAK in the Internet OTTOMH. oooo... Now, let me get this straight, as a CASHIER this guy can tell me to go TAKE a MEAL... hell, I have enough trouble getting rid of my fifteen minutes during a 15 Minute "Break." And he's going to send me on a MEAL that I (1) don't get payed for and (2) usually can go HOME for (it'd be stupid not to, I live a spit shot away from work) and sit at home and when the 30 minutes is up NOT WANT TO GO BACK. So, after the first time at work, I have exclusively taken 15 minute breaks. Why? Because they're faster, I get a total of 30 minutes of extra work time that I wouldn't get if I took a Meal, and hell--- I'm sixteen years old... every SECOND of work counts to me. See? ... When I asked WHY I had to take a Meal he gets pissy. Telling me I shouldn't (get this) "talk to authority that way." Do you KNOW how much I wanted to say "I know, that's why I asked you."? I mean, DO YOU? Seriously... So alas, I (along with the other teenage guys WORKING there) begin hating cROCKY. Things got real fun these past couple of days.... and that's where the defiance comes in... I was working Friday. Early time for me to work on a weekday (1-7). So I was bagging (no cashiering that go around. Bleh) which was a good change of pace. Since it was still around the time Larry and Virgil (the retired guys who work for some extra cash, which is smart I tell you. =) ) were still working and it's not a riot to get people out, I was sent to see if Mr. Tyler (the manager) needed help in the back (we've been short handed). So I did. I helped with some of the things in produce that needed to be finished then worked dairy the rest of the time I was working. I put out all of the juice in the back (the new truck was coming the next day [Saturday]) and then had to make sure Milk and Eggs were put out and "bluff up" all the other dairy stuff. So, right before I'm about to take my (15 minute) break, cROCKY shows up (in the back no less, you do NOT bother the folks in the back... unless you're a manager... cROCKY is ____FAR____ from that...). He asks JOE (the guy I was helping) what we're doing. "About to take a break." cROCKY then informs Joe that I'm taking a 30. HA! Michael gets fed up. Flicks the bastard off (a normal occurance from me, you see) and goes and takes a 15 anyway. FUCK YOU cROCKY. You can't tell me _I_CAN'T_. Whew. Now, as we near my time going home (actually it was 7:07 at the time and Joe was hoping for me to stay a little longer so he can get off early) Rocky comes to the back to--- get this--- TELL ME TO GO HOME. Folks, I've been working at Winn-Dixie since March or April (about 4-5 Months now) and I have NEVER been told to "go home" that CLOSE to the time around my departure. I was always told to finish what I had to do (this case it was the milk). After Joe calling me a "pussy" for thinking about leaving (regardless of my irk and vocal anti-comments about cROCKY's crap, I usually "did as told". It IS work, afterall) I went and tried to refill the milk. It's barely 7:16 (not even ten minutes from when he finished telling me to "go home.") and I'm finishing up. cROCKY comes down the frozen food aisle in a huff. "Go home", he says from afar. So he gets near me (before which I point to the milk saying I HAVE to do...) and says "You know, you did two things wrong." Blah blah. Something about taking a 15 minute break when he could check. Well DUH dumbass... I took the fifteen for a REASON. Regardless, he says something about me "dissing" him like that and not going home when he said to. Rather than finishing what I was doing (which would have been spiteful. =) ), I went home. =P The next day, the fucking BASTARD... went and CHANGED my 15 (which was more or less a 10) to a MEAL break. So he took AWAY 20 minutes of my work, a total of 30 minutes of PAYED time. ILLEGALLY he changed the time clock, mind you. I had left FRIDAY looking at a total of 6:18 as work time (6 hours, 18 minutes) and came back seeing 5:48. That's wrong. I got it changed. That SON OF A BITCH can suck my cock (sorry ladies... sadly, that's the NICEST way for me to put that... =P ), ESPECIALLY after this little tidbit. As I was leaving SATURDAY (me and my 15 minute break, mind you. YEAH!), cROCKY was just coming in to work. He told Jennifer (a cashier) to take a Meal. She asked WHY, just as _I_ did. Rather than snapping as he did with me (son of a--- ), he said it was because of some ***COUGH*** bullshit ***COUGH*** labor law. Folks, there is NO such thing as ANY sort of labor law that would prohibit you from the freedom of CHOICE. If there is, show it to me and I'll write the morons behind it. Why would they cost PEOPLE (that they tax out the wazoo, and in exchange themselves because of that) money be FORCING them to take something they're not payed for? The answer? THEY WOULDN'T. Just because the company wants to make MORE money doesn't mean you can FORCE me into taking a Meal. I won't and unless I see the CONCRETE proof otherwise (which doesn't exist), I'll be the stubborn son of a whore I am... thank you... God, the new There's Something About Mary promo rules. The song from the end is incoporated with fans singing the song. Bravo! ... Okay, I've dance around this subject since I begin the EVER farking long rant, but I guess I'll include it in the NEXT one (tomorrow). I have to REALLY think before I write this one, frankly because I'm SICK of a betrayal filled life (what? Me?!? Betrayed? Hardly... another has occurred in the past 48hrs, and if you read the LAST OTTOMH, you know a little WHY I was against the relationship I somehow got into... and in some form it happned... film at 11)... and what I will say will be a rehasing of a LOT of stuff I _NO LONGER_ talk about. It's a must read for people who KNOW me, want to know, or HAVE known me... click here to read it... the Oddities and ICP rules, more abstract stuff I wanted to include here, but didn't because it would make this INCREDIBLEY long tomorrow... WOO! Until next time, I remain--- a virgin. GOD DAMMIT! *Natch* =)
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