I want more support with this!

I wrote about a guy at work who called me an asshole in front of a bunch of my colleagues, and we still haven't resolved this. I am getting annoyed. My admin friend promised to mediate a meeting so we could come to some agreement on how to deal with each other, but that's not happened. One time an appointment wasn't made, so I didn't know which day to show up. Not my fault. This is why our system makes appointments! So I got her to reschedule for today, and she didn't show! Neither did he. I am annoyed. They obviously both knew we weren't meeting today, and no one told me. This pisses me off. I want this resolved. If she won't meet with me, then I will go to my union and get the rep to meet with us. I wanted to handle this quietly and quickly, and it's being drawn out. Pisses me off. Good leaders need to either be where they say they will be, and/or cancel appointments they can't make.

Victoria Secret's Models are Hot

In the local town, they just opened a new outdoor mall where there's a Victoria Secret's superstore. The picture here has caused lots of controversy, and it's been in the newspaper. Part of me really wants to be conflicted about this, and keep in my mind I do have a daughter, but you know what? All I am is pissed off about the whole damn thing. Even though controversy keeps the world rolling (remember OJ?), it gets boring. I could care less about this image, and I remember people freaked when some local church had a billboard of two people in bed together with their naked legs and feet sticking out. Of course it was a man and woman (God forbid, they be man and man or woman and woman), so who the hell cares?

I sure don't. I walked by this store today with a friend and clicked off this picture. You know what? The girls look good. Awesome. Something fun to look at while I am walking around. Sure, I got a daughter. Yes, some day she may choose to dress like these models. But you know what it really comes down to? It comes down to morals and upbringing. I am going to bringing my daughter up as someone who respects herself. And I am going to educate my daughter. And then I am going to let her make her own mature, adult decisions.

When I got home, I read an editorial lambasting Victoria Secrets and demanding the huge signs be removed. When I got to the bottom I was surprised the writer was someone I know. He is a Mormon man with male children. Why can't he just enjoy the image and teach his boys about the beauty of the God-given female body? Perhaps he thinks they will be tempted, not go on their missions, and embarrass him at the temple (I think that's the word for it.). Go sit in your temple, read your LDS (supposed) script, and leave me with my camera and billboards.

He's an idiot

I'm gonna complain here. I got a guy at work who I've mostly always respected and liked. Last month I didn't say hello to him and he got mad at me, which really upset me. The other day I said hello to him, and he got mad at me. We were sitting at a lunch table and he called me an "asshole". In front of everyone. I was really pissed off, I jumped up, told him what I thought of him and stormed from the room.

This guy has done this to other people in the past. And you know what? I am not going to take this. I am not his pansy, and I will not sit down and let him walk all over me. He's insecure so he needs to be a bully with people. For some reason I am his latest scapegoat, and that sucks. I am fighting back. I already checked with HR about submitting a formal complaint, and I can. Ha. I bet he'd love that. Tomorrow I hope to sit down with a mediator and tell him what I think.

Miracles upon Miracles

I can't believe I'm back here, but here I am. Looks like my last post was a year ago. Google now owns Blogger and I bought the shirt. Oh I don't know what to say here. I went back to find my blog, and after awhile I remembered my ID finally. Google asked me to update my information and to log in with my current Google ID and and password. I sat for several minutes and considered adding this blog to my current, official Google ID, and finally in the last seconds, I chickened out.

See I don't think my job would like me writing about some of what I write here. Some of it they could care less about, but I sure don't want to end up in my bosses office. Am I a chicken? Who knows? I care about my job security. Yep, I do.

Will I keep this here? Will I write more? I know I've lost all of my readers years ago. Damnit. Ok, I am ok with that. I like to bitch here about whatever I want do here. So I do it.