"Sunday, September 21, 2008
Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Bar Competition
Yet another story of why I have issues with local small town cops. I went to DJ a TGIFriday's Bar Competition a couple weeks ago in Central New Jersey(I've been sitting on this post, cause I'm obviously busy). As always I parked in the fire lane out front to unload my equipment. I parked behind the police suv that was parked on duty for the event. I locked my truck up and went inside to unload. While I was unloading and setting up my equipment, the manager came and told me that I better move my truck. At that point I looked up and saw a second cop car parked behind me with his lights on, so I said "Fine."When I went out, I walked past the 2 cops standing together and headed for my car. The older guy, stops me from going to my car and says "Is that your car?" So I said yes as I continued toward it. What I'm thinking is that they are going to tell me to move my car, so I was going to move my car. It made sense at the time.So, he yells, "Hey, I'm talking to you!" And I turn around and say, "Yeah, I said Yeah..." He immediately closes the space between us and gets pretty much nose to nose with me and starts complaining about how he didn't disrespect me, but me "saying yes over my shoulder was disrespectful to him...blah blah blah" So, I said "Sorry you took it that way"So he goes into another tyraid about how my appology doesn't mean anything to him, so I say "I'm sorry you feel THAT way..." If you know me and how I feel about this type of bully (which would include pretty much every cop I've ever met) you would know that as I say these things, I'm looking him in the eye and more conveying a vibe of "YOU CAN GO FUCK YOURSELF" than "I'm sorry".Right about then, my friend walks around the corner to move my car for me, not knowing what was happening and the guy starts screaming at him..."You have something to say? You're eyeballing me..." My friend didn't know what to do, he tried to explain himself and then just backed away and went back inside. There is a whole crowd of people watching this asshole make a fool of himself. So we go back and forth like that for a few minutes, with him trying to both verbally and physically intimidate me and me leaning back in to his space showing him that I'm not interested in his games. And then he finally lets me go move my car.When I went back inside I passed him, the other cop and the manager of the bar talking. I'm inside for a little while and the manager comes up to me and tells me that the other officer wants to talk to me. So my immediate thought is "What now?"But I go talk to him in a quiet part of the restaurant and he APOLOGIZES for the other jerk offs behavior and encourages me to lodge a formal complaint with the station. To Be Continued...(and that concludes our broadcasy day)"
Man i still LOVE this post! It just screams follow the force...and our hero does as we wknow from a later post...
A
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Check This Post...Esspecialy If You Have a Legit Axe To Grind
I Just want to say, this post is all about the happenings of a friend's friend and his friend (like that huh?) to get the full scoop...check his blog...and dont forget to buy a donut today...
Courtesy of Matty's Meaty Cupboard (http://thepantry33.blogspot.com/)
Follow up to the cop story...
So, the long over due follow up to that big ordeal with the cop is that I ended up going to the station house and making a taped statement against the guy and so did my friend that he verbally attacked. The cops followed up with both of us pretty agressively to get us to do that...so apparently they really do not approve of his behavior. When I got there to make my statement, he already had typed and signed copies from the good cop, the bar manager, and one other witness. Unfortunately I don't know what kind of trouble he got in, but it was satisfying that they really wanted to hear from me and that even the captain told me that he didn't think I did anything wrong and was treated in an unacceptable manner.So, score one for the good guys!(and that concludes our broadcast day)
Enjoy..."May the force be with you...Always"
Angie
Courtesy of Matty's Meaty Cupboard (http://thepantry33.blogspot.com/)
Follow up to the cop story...
So, the long over due follow up to that big ordeal with the cop is that I ended up going to the station house and making a taped statement against the guy and so did my friend that he verbally attacked. The cops followed up with both of us pretty agressively to get us to do that...so apparently they really do not approve of his behavior. When I got there to make my statement, he already had typed and signed copies from the good cop, the bar manager, and one other witness. Unfortunately I don't know what kind of trouble he got in, but it was satisfying that they really wanted to hear from me and that even the captain told me that he didn't think I did anything wrong and was treated in an unacceptable manner.So, score one for the good guys!(and that concludes our broadcast day)
Enjoy..."May the force be with you...Always"
Angie
Monday, December 15, 2008
On Wisconsin…On Wisconsin…
Ever have a miserable day? Ever feel like you just cant get a grip and you need to talk to someone who knows you and understands you, and wont judge you, and will listen no matter what you have to say? You can feel anything you need to, and can talk it out, or say nothing at all…well…just a simple thank you…you made my day so much better…made me feel better than therapy…medications…being curled up and alone…and all you did was pick up the phone and make one simple phone call. Dealt with my annoying Wisconsin Badgers Ring tone, and let me talk it out for a few minutes and I feel so much better, so thanks for your friendship, and making things easier, and what am I saying you didn’t need a thank you didn’t expect one, but you got it anyway…so deal…we don’t do the “Suzie Sunshine Shit” LOL…you get the drift…
Angie
Angie
Kiss My Claus…
Okay people here we go again…Christmas gone postal! Along with digital “claymation” and $300 gifts…we now have Palm Centro screwing with the little mojo this Grinch has for Christmas.
Everyone knows I am not the biggest on Christmas, however, these new Palm commercials are killing even me…they SUCK THE LIFE OUT OF EVEN ME…why in “Whoville they would say Palm’s small heart has shrunk to a new low this seasons holiday!”
Santa…The REAL SANTA would never sell his reindeer…this imposter is disgracing the very essence and spirit of the season.
Whether you believe in the Christian benevolence of the season…or you celebrate and don’t quite know the reason…you have to agree…Palm Centro’s “Claus” kills every GOOD Reason for this season.
Enjoy the videos…hope they don’t make you throw up on your PC, however maybe, just maybe, knowing you are not the only one who knows how ridiculous they are will tickle you with glee.
Angie.
Everyone knows I am not the biggest on Christmas, however, these new Palm commercials are killing even me…they SUCK THE LIFE OUT OF EVEN ME…why in “Whoville they would say Palm’s small heart has shrunk to a new low this seasons holiday!”
Santa…The REAL SANTA would never sell his reindeer…this imposter is disgracing the very essence and spirit of the season.
Whether you believe in the Christian benevolence of the season…or you celebrate and don’t quite know the reason…you have to agree…Palm Centro’s “Claus” kills every GOOD Reason for this season.
Enjoy the videos…hope they don’t make you throw up on your PC, however maybe, just maybe, knowing you are not the only one who knows how ridiculous they are will tickle you with glee.
Angie.
Same Ole...Same Ole...
There is no use in trying to explain how I am feeling today. Yesterday’s blog pretty much sums that up. I wish I had some sorted agenda to rant about, some corrupt government scandal to occupy my time, but…I don’t. I am just sort of floating around in my head and wondering what the hell happened to me recently, and how am I going to fix it. I always tape this prayer to my phones, and clipboards, pens, etc,
“God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change, The strength to change the things I can, and the Wisdom to know the difference; That I may have some Peace and happiness in this life, and sublime peace and happiness with you in eternity. Amen.”
But today, yesterday, the day before…I don’t know friends, fellow readers, bloggers united on the front of expression, I don’t know, so I pour my thoughts onto the virtual page via my virtual pen, hoping the well does not run dry. It is a crappy time of year to be feeling this discontentment with myself, with the world around me. And now science is trying to tell us that Christ was born in June, who cares. Christmas is so commercial, does it really matter any way…
Oh wow…an epiphany…lighting has just struck my brain…I told Erika that I was going to blog about those damned CLAUS commercials and I AM…I’M BACK PEOPLE I FEEL A RAMPAGE…
Two blogs in one day…oh this next blog is for you Corky!
Angie
“God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change, The strength to change the things I can, and the Wisdom to know the difference; That I may have some Peace and happiness in this life, and sublime peace and happiness with you in eternity. Amen.”
But today, yesterday, the day before…I don’t know friends, fellow readers, bloggers united on the front of expression, I don’t know, so I pour my thoughts onto the virtual page via my virtual pen, hoping the well does not run dry. It is a crappy time of year to be feeling this discontentment with myself, with the world around me. And now science is trying to tell us that Christ was born in June, who cares. Christmas is so commercial, does it really matter any way…
Oh wow…an epiphany…lighting has just struck my brain…I told Erika that I was going to blog about those damned CLAUS commercials and I AM…I’M BACK PEOPLE I FEEL A RAMPAGE…
Two blogs in one day…oh this next blog is for you Corky!
Angie
Sunday, December 14, 2008
“I Make A Difference”
You ever notice how there are some people who always seem to be flirting with danger? They cannot seem to function unless “their life is in a constant mode of crisis”? I am not one of those people.
The government was kind enough to give us something called FMLA after a father could not care for his cancer riddled daughter, however, all good graces are not indefinite.
I received my formal termination letter from my company today.
I want to make a few things very clear here…set the record very straight and clear…
I love my company. I cannot imagine working for another company, and before this debacle, I was even going to work in Texas for my company. I love the reps that work for us. I love the job. I love the work. I love the customers.
When I say I love the work, you have to understand. I love the industry. The Credit Card banking industry; I have been doing it for over five years. I can get into a credit card terminals head and fix anything wrong with it’s psyche, calm the merchant, and figure out how to make them laugh all in the same five minute call. I worked with everything from the ancient terminals to the newest and most advanced. Telco to wireless, touch screen to paperless, terminals that hold fifty transactions to terminals that hold five merchants and thousands of transactions; I Love The Job.
I enjoy my work, and I enjoy teaching it. I enjoy helping merchants. It seemed a natural fit for me to go into Quality Assurance. I get to do everything. I get to teach, learn, help, grow, encourage, develop, train, work with, guide not only the reps, but also the merchants and our leadership teams to help everyone build the best possible situation for everyone.
I have the privilege of helping the business grow. Helping my company grow. And in return…they have given me so much more.
That letter…that letter…it is so damn cold outside today, and the post box was ice cold as well. It is funny how paper feels heavier when it is so cold. Weighted, bricked into your fingertips, glued to the shaking hand that can’t break the seal, dreading the parchment inside.
We all know we have a path in life. Whether we believe it is laid out, predestined, or we make our own way, in our own time, the path, some times, the path is just so hard to get past.
Steamy breathy gasps, and the final collapse, the worn worked couch grunts under your broken spirit.
What’s left to do? Dry fingertips, winter hands, paper skin, older than my years, push the stone out of the way, open the door, shut the window, slam the flue, I already know what the fine laser ink across the heavy weight linen page says…
Per our conversation…My heart is now broken…My soul will now hurt…My dream feels shattered…I feel…
Nothing.
Angie
PS And Today The Force Lies In This Video...A
The government was kind enough to give us something called FMLA after a father could not care for his cancer riddled daughter, however, all good graces are not indefinite.
I received my formal termination letter from my company today.
I want to make a few things very clear here…set the record very straight and clear…
I love my company. I cannot imagine working for another company, and before this debacle, I was even going to work in Texas for my company. I love the reps that work for us. I love the job. I love the work. I love the customers.
When I say I love the work, you have to understand. I love the industry. The Credit Card banking industry; I have been doing it for over five years. I can get into a credit card terminals head and fix anything wrong with it’s psyche, calm the merchant, and figure out how to make them laugh all in the same five minute call. I worked with everything from the ancient terminals to the newest and most advanced. Telco to wireless, touch screen to paperless, terminals that hold fifty transactions to terminals that hold five merchants and thousands of transactions; I Love The Job.
I enjoy my work, and I enjoy teaching it. I enjoy helping merchants. It seemed a natural fit for me to go into Quality Assurance. I get to do everything. I get to teach, learn, help, grow, encourage, develop, train, work with, guide not only the reps, but also the merchants and our leadership teams to help everyone build the best possible situation for everyone.
I have the privilege of helping the business grow. Helping my company grow. And in return…they have given me so much more.
That letter…that letter…it is so damn cold outside today, and the post box was ice cold as well. It is funny how paper feels heavier when it is so cold. Weighted, bricked into your fingertips, glued to the shaking hand that can’t break the seal, dreading the parchment inside.
We all know we have a path in life. Whether we believe it is laid out, predestined, or we make our own way, in our own time, the path, some times, the path is just so hard to get past.
Steamy breathy gasps, and the final collapse, the worn worked couch grunts under your broken spirit.
What’s left to do? Dry fingertips, winter hands, paper skin, older than my years, push the stone out of the way, open the door, shut the window, slam the flue, I already know what the fine laser ink across the heavy weight linen page says…
Per our conversation…My heart is now broken…My soul will now hurt…My dream feels shattered…I feel…
Nothing.
Angie
PS And Today The Force Lies In This Video...A
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