59 posts tagged “qotd”
What are you looking forward to this week?
NOT having to drive all over various parts of the state of Michigan, for one. The last five weekends have had us up north, out west, due east, and seemingly everywhere between. I'm looking forward to just chilling on Friday night, watching an old movie with Mrs. Chicken, having some cocktails and otherwise taking it easy. This weekend is Labor Day, so I am also looking forward to a little homework this week in anticipation of my fantasy football league's draft on Sunday. Watch me, as I create a roster of the most spectacularly marginal and moderately successful professional athletes this side of Rashan Salaam. Seriously though, my goal is to crush this league. I missed the playoffs last year. Thanks, Steve Smith! Thanks, Bobby Engram! Thanks, Deuce!
Really though, it was my own fault. I made the playoffs the year before, barely sniffing the championship game before being pummelled by the very worthy opponent ye Gods call J.B. This year, I expect an aberration to my sophomore slump. I have the No. 3 pick this year, but I've learned that does me no good. I had the fucking No. 1 pick last year and still couldn't make the playoffs, so that tells you everything you need to know about my fantasy skills.
What is something that can always make you feel better?
Submitted by meehshell
What is the quickest false assumption people make about you?
Submitted by JJ.
That I am actually listening.
There is a natural disaster headed your way. You get 4 standard sized canvas grocery totes to fill with valuables and provisions to bring with you to a safe place. What would you put into your 4 bags and why?
Submitted by dejablu503.
Loaded weaponry and controlled substances.
People get a little nutty during crisis situations and I want to make damn sure I have the tools in place to provide solutions.
What part of your childhood do you miss the most?
Submitted by Maretta.
The part where you sleep in until 9 or 10 in the morning, grab your glove and bat, hop on your bike and meet the fellas at the ballfield for a little competition and lot of shit-talking. Come 5 or so, I'm the first to bolt, getting home in time for a big-ass plate of mom's cooking.
I also miss the part of childhood that doesn't include deadlines, mortgage payments, bosses, taxes, headlines, budgets and co-workers.
What criteria do you feel makes a good QotD?
Submitted by stueykins.
Using the question mark as punctuation helps.
What question do you hate being asked?
Is that real? Did it hurt?
No smart guy, I just took a dull pencil and drew a big fucking skull on my elbow because I had a creative itch to scratch.
If you could do anything you want tomorrow, what would it be?
Submitted by Becca-Pink.
Breakfast late
Tigers' day game
chow, drinks, and pals from 5-7
dessert
fireworks
big fucking fire
Mrs. Chicken and I leave on plane for Monte Carlo at midnight
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What have you been putting off all weekend?
Sobriety
How have you changed in the past year?
Submitted by littleduckling.
I was offered a job at a different company last year and gleefully accepted. In that time, I have completely modified the way I not only behave in the workplace but my vision of what a competent, successful employee does while he's on the clock.
In my previous job, I acted foolish and drew way, way too much negative attention to myself. This was a direct result of having no respect for my boss. This guy had zilch in the way of leadership capabilities, enigma or even a rudimentary understanding of the demands of my position. He is a rich, overprivileged airhead who, on Election Day, called me into his office and asked "Why wouldn't anyone vote for Bush?" He comes from a family who did not understand the motives behind 9/11. I learned this when his brother pulled me aside that day and asked "Why would anyone want to do that do us?" Also, on his watch, countless lunatics and malcontents ran roughshod, while the harder-working staff members were granted heaping doses of scrutiny and unfair treatment, the likes of which were so brazen and misguided, you would've thought this guy had his formal training at Gitmo. Another of his relatives in this family-owned company circulated a "send all" e-mail to the rest of the building, encouraging employees to support a grass-roots prayer in public school initiative. When I pointed it out to my boss that this is not only in poor taste, but could be offensive to some and could, quite possibly, lead to a litigious action if someone really wanted to be a pain in the ass, he just grinned that rich guy grin and kept fantasizing about his tee time or sucking off sheriff deputies or whatever it was that went on in that empty head of his.
My co-workers were equally as dangerous. Most of the lot were bitter, resentful, backstabbing, untrustworthy and otherwise useless fucks. I've gotten more results from a broken screwdriver than I did from 90 percent of the people there. You had the obsessive hoarder whose desk looked like a junkyard; the morbidly obese editor who, on more than one occasion, spelled her own name wrong in her byline; the Stepford mom/wife who was afforded leniency and perks that were not at all an option for anyone else; and, lest I forget, the sheltered graphic designer with an apparent gender complex (he was technically a man, but acted like a little bitch) who gleaned more satisfaction from narcing out colleagues on trivial shit than actually performing at a level other than standard. Believe me, there is more.
But, I got out. And that has been the biggest change in the last year. With all of that shitstorm swirling around me, I did what came naturally, and that was to resist and act out. I made fun of everyone around me. I was combative and disinterested. My behavior was textbook passive-aggressive. I hated going to work every day and made sure anyone within earshot was equally as miserable, or at least I tried. My work suffered and in this business, when my work suffers, it makes others suffer. My lack of focus and total disjointedness created work for other people, other people who are still friends of mine (if that job yielded anything good, it was the four or five friends I made and managed to keep), and for that I still feel like a shit. That wasn't the plan at all, but that's how it started to fall into place. I would zone out for hours and quibble with my boss over stupid shit that had no relevance. I had stopped growing and learning at work, and began embracing my own learned helplessness.
But now, what a difference a job makes. I come to work mildly enthused and embrace new ideas. The people around me and on my staff are total pros and people rarely take shortcuts. Meetings are productive and helpful. My boss and the boss above that person are motivated to see that I succeed. I now strive for professionalism, where ennui and despair once reigned with fury. I rarely swear at work, unless in a private conversation with someone I trust. I come in early. It's not so much that I am "into my job," I'm just really into a healthier work climate. I can't fail here, it just doesn't seem possible. Is it my dream scenario? Not exactly, but it beats the hell out of the nightmare I lived for more than 9 years working for a clueless ball-breaker and his collection of two-faced sycophants.
