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    I was sent home early from work Friday. I had asked Faclities to restripe the parking lot so that people could get in and out of their cars without beating each others' doors to death, and asked other departments to join in my request and be heard. I sort of went over the edge about it. Then I sent a joke email to a friend about it and it was intercepted and taken seriously. They didn't even want to hear what it was really about.

    I don't know if they cleaned out my desk Friday or not. My manager didn't say a word for me.

    -d

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    Care to elaborate as to the joke itself?

    I can say from personal experience, sending questionable shit on corporate mail is a bad idea in general (I was once suspended for 2 weeks because of a video my boss sent me, and I forwarded to myself - they fired over 100 people for the video, I got away because I only sent it to myself).

    If you ever find yourself in Atlanta and looking for work, good unix folks are hard to come by and the market is hot hot hot right now.

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    • #3
      It was a pretty simple joke..."Hey, you're in Facilities. Why don't you get off your ass and get those lines painted?"

      I was planning to stay two more years until that other kid turns 18 and Tony's $725/mo support payment goes away. He only makes $1200. What sort of trailer are we supposed to live in?

      I don't know why I care. Most of the time, I work on my car, clean the pool filters, vacuum the floors, watch TV, clean up the kitchen, etc. while he spends 16 hours playing a computer game. Now it's the same, except that I run babysitting errands for his 14-year-old and he's not here at all. I think I'd rather just live alone without the kid.

      Plenty of time to make decisions, and moving to another city is on the ballot, but all I can tell you are these things for sure...

      If I stay with Tony, I'm not working more than a couple of more years, and that's if there is a job for me. There's too much other shit to do. We can sell this house.

      That airplane also gets sold. They're listing for $25-30k, but I only want enough money to pay off my Mercubox, which only Tony drives, and he has another car. Anybody got $15k cash? The airplane is is in my name. I'll be happy to put it in yours. It will take Tony six months to realize that it's gone. Maybe you can actually fly it and get some use out of it. I'm not paying for both an airplane and car that I can't use.

      If I ever find another partner, she will be a woman.

      At this point, I'm just going to sit here and see what happens.

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      • #4
        We always have a need for ass kickers in Colorado.

        I am a serious advocate of Colorado anyways though, nice changing of seasons, not too hot in summer, mountain, plains, we've got it all.

        Just a thought! I do hope things get better for you though. God, if my employers knew HALF of what I send on a daily basis or the kind of things I've done on corporate time...jeZUS!

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        • #5
          I spent a week in Denver one time. I flew in with an air cargo company, and when they walked around the airplane to get ready to bring us back, one of the elevators was about to fall off. So the pilots and I just spent the week in the hotel bar getting drunk, waiting for the part to come in, and everything was union then, so we weren't allowed to help with anything except emptying the beer glasses. I think that's why airline pilots are all alcoholics, except for the few Christians in the bunch. There isn't much to do in a hotel room unless you're into getting on your knees and pleasing Jesus, so you go to the bar.

          Things are not looking good for me and Denver this weekend, even though every fibre of my being is telling me go go go, have a good time. My hearse's electrical system is in pieces, I might not have a job when I get back, and one of my medicines is making me hallucinate. The hallucinations don't bother me too much from day to day because I know what they are, but driving 16 hours, I dunno. I wish I had Tony to drive us up there, but he's out driving big trucks. I haven't heard from him in a long time...if he's fallen in love with a lot lizard or something, I wish he would at least come and get his kid back.

          OK, enough depressing shit. It's probably about time for evening beer and festivities in most places.

          -denise

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          • #6
            Since I work for a huge parent company, we are trained on this shit. Let me warn all of you. NEVER send anything though company e-mail that could be taken the wrong way. It will always come back to bite you. It is an easy way for them to fire you, even if the just don't like you because you drive a hearse. It can be used in court also. It is considered "public record".

            I hope everything works out Denise. You're a sharp person. You should be able to put out the fire.

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            • #7
              Yeah, I think that's really good advice; for instance, if I wanted to say that we need to hire people to support our clients more than we need to hire people to spy on email and instant messages, I probably wouldn't say that through the network at all.

              -d

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