Saturday, May 30, 2009

My Take on Jon and Kate...

Did he cheat? Did she cheat? I don't know for sure. The only people who know for sure are Jon and Kate.

Does it really matter in the grand scheme of things? No. We have a crazy man on the other side of the planet testing nuclear bombs and test firing missiles. He's possibly escalating to war, but we're focused on Jon and Kate.

Our country's in the middle of a large financial issue. Unemployment is climbing, our auto industry is in a shambles, but we're focused on a couple who are gravy-training their kids and having some marital problems. It looks like they are making about $50k per episode and I think that means 40 episodes a year which means about $2 million a year. I'd love to make that, but I'm not sure I'd like to have all the other that comes with it.

We can understand why the Octo-mom wants a TLC show of her own, can't we?

I think we're concentrating on the wrong things. Does it really matter if they cheated on each other? No. That's between the two of them. Would I blame them for cheating? From what I've seen of the show, Kate is horrible to Jon, so I think I could understand why he would want to step out. I don't see why she would step out on him at all. I just can't see it. He takes all the crap she dishes out and seems to still care about her.

Of course, this is all based on what I see of the show occasionally, so the real life events that aren't on camera, I don't know about.

I think we should just stop worrying about what they are or aren't doing with other folks and try to better our own lives.

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Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Worst Week Ever!

I'm sorry it's been so long since my last update. I planned to post something last week but it was just such a bad week that I couldn't.

So, last Monday was my birthday. Did I tell you all that I generally hate to celebrate my birthday? Well I do because I typically don't have very pleasant birthdays. I attempt to keep the date secret because of this very reason. In this case, however, it was just the start of one of my worst weeks ever and most definitely the worst birthday ever.

Monday morning started out by me getting a royal ass-chewing by my boss for an error I made the prior morning during a service maintenance window. Later, a new task was sprung on me with no notice and the Project Manager's instructions were less than clear. I got confused, though I didn't know it at the time and spent the entire night up babysitting the servers. Not good.

Tuesday was just bad because my confusion from the previous night resulted in a business disruption and that earned me another ass-chewing and a write-up.

Wednesday through Friday, I was ridden hard and nit-picked as a result of the events of Sunday and Monday.

On top of all that, I was on call all week so I couldn't even get good sleep any night. The company executed some lay-offs on Friday. I made it through the lay-offs, but I wasn't so certain for part of the week. Once I was written up, though, I figured I was OK since I didn't think they would go through the trouble to write me up if they planned to lay me off a few days later.

I'm not saying I didn't deserve the ass-chewings. On the contrary, I screwed up and certainly should have been chewed upon. What I'm saying, is that I do not seem to have very good luck with my birthdays. As a general rule, I'd like to ignore them and treat them as a normal day. I'm no longer convinced that's a good idea.

We'll see about next year, eh?

On the bright side, the Queen got me a Bag of Holding for my birthday and I'm pleased about it. :)

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