Remember when we got jobs out of high school or college and we stayed with those jobs until we retired? Remember the pensions? Remember how the boss used to send us home with turkeys for Thanksgiving and hams for Christmas? Remember the terrific health insurance? Of course you don't! That was our grandparents!
As someone who has somehow always found himself in positions of management, I've often wondered what's happened to work ethics. I've even had conversations recently with other managers about why employees just don't seem to care anymore. Conscientiousness and pride in ones work has gone by the wayside. That's me, the manager talking.
Now, there's me the rebel. Me, the man tired of being held down by the man and the system. Me, the guy who believes in Human Rights! Yes, me the liberal.
You want to know why employees don't care? Look at the leadership of the companies today. They live in expensive mansions, driving expensive cars, and fly on expensive private planes while they cut their employee's hours to less than thirty hours per week so they won't have to provide them with health insurance. These are also employees making just at or below minimum wage.
You wonder why your employees don't care? Because they know you don't care about them!
I understand how small businesses with only a few employees worry. The costs would be prohibitive for them. I think the employees still have a right to affordable health insurance, but there must be a better way in those situations.
The assholes I don't think have a leg to stand on are the large corporations like Papa Johns, Applebee's and now Denny's. Each of their CEOs have announced they will cut hours so they don't have to comply with the Affordable Care Act. Wow! Way to slap your employees in the face. One owner of forty Dennys restaurants in Florida, John Metz, even went on to say he would allow the customer to deduct the surcharge he'd have to charge them from the employee's tip. That's a great idea, asshole!
Mr. Metz, I hope you choke on one of your greasy ass Grand Slams and have to seek some healthcare of your own.
I get furious at how the rich in this country get and stay rich on the backs of the poor. The people who can least afford to take the cut, get the shaft every time.
I hope this spawns an uprise from workers everywhere. Not just in the restaurant industry, but in all areas of business. The employees who have taken the brunt of the recession, while the CEOs continue with their billion dollar bonuses. The employees who are tired of taking it in the ass from their employers because they're held captive by a weak job market.
Mark my words, one day it will be an employees market again. The best and the brightest will be able to write their own ticket and they will remember the acts and attitudes of the companies who screwed them.
A paycheck is nice, but my dignity is not for sale. Is yours?
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Wednesday, November 7th
We're in the final stretch of the 2012 Presidential Election. Just a few more days of attack ads, polls, and talking heads interpreting it all. Some of us will watch late into the night on Tuesday to see who the next President will be. Some will prolong the joy, or agony, and wait to wake up on Wednesday to find out. Either way, roughly 50 percent of Americans are going to be disappointed and angry over the outcome.
Whether we're looking at four more years for President Barak Obama, or we're learning to say President Romney, the work is only beginning. We are a nation no longer United. We are a nation divided. We are now the Divided States of America. There may not be uniforms of blue and gray. The uniforms are now red states and blue states. Red counties and blue counties. This bumper sticker over that bumper sticker. The killing might not be as blatant, but we are in as much of a civil war as the won fought over a hundred forty years ago. The armies are gathering, and while they may not carry guns, they rile up their troops with words. Angry words. Rhetoric. Lies.
The government that should be bringing sides together is exactly why the sides are so violently divided. The United States Congress is a broken machine of extremists and the lack of compromise. Nothing gets done because no one is willing to work things out. We have a whole party who dedicated the past four years to making sure the President doesn't get anything done and doesn't get a second term. Why? Because he's a Democrat? Or because he's black? Oh yes, I said it. There are a whole lot of racists still out there who won't even admit it to themselves. They'll say things like, "he just doesn't fit in." Kind of the way Country Clubs used to keep the Jews out.
In my lifetime I've never seen a President of the United States more disrespected by the people who are to work with him and much of the nation he serves. In fact, I'm not even sure why he wants a second term. He'd make more money in the private sector. He'd probably get more good done too. He wants a second term because he believes he can make a difference. In spite of all those who conspire against him, he wants to see the job through. That is the kind of dedication I want to see in a Leader.
You may disagree and say "he didn't keep his promises. He promised the unemployment numbers would be better." You do realize that when someone is campaigning for a job, they can't even know what the full job entails until they are elected. And then if they are elected, they can't always share everything they know with the American public. The numbers are getting better, even if it doesn't seem as fast as some would like to see them grow. Slow progress is better than no progress.
If you're still reading, which I doubt some of you are, as you've probably pegged me as some bleeding heart liberal. Well, you might be surprised to know I'm actually more conservative when it comes to government. I believe more democratically when it comes to social issues and human rights, but I lean more conservatively when it comes to the size of government and a fiscal plan. So I guess I'm a moderate. Remember those? If I were elected to Congress I'd work with both sides for the greater good. Which is why I wouldn't stand a snowball's chance in hell of ever being elected.
So, no matter who wins this election, they have their work cut out for them. What we really need is to change Congress. It's time to stop seeing red and blue and see the individuals who can work together for a better America.
This message has been brought to you by the Committee for Rick Flynn for Congress 2014. I'm Rick Flynn and I approve this message.
Whether we're looking at four more years for President Barak Obama, or we're learning to say President Romney, the work is only beginning. We are a nation no longer United. We are a nation divided. We are now the Divided States of America. There may not be uniforms of blue and gray. The uniforms are now red states and blue states. Red counties and blue counties. This bumper sticker over that bumper sticker. The killing might not be as blatant, but we are in as much of a civil war as the won fought over a hundred forty years ago. The armies are gathering, and while they may not carry guns, they rile up their troops with words. Angry words. Rhetoric. Lies.
The government that should be bringing sides together is exactly why the sides are so violently divided. The United States Congress is a broken machine of extremists and the lack of compromise. Nothing gets done because no one is willing to work things out. We have a whole party who dedicated the past four years to making sure the President doesn't get anything done and doesn't get a second term. Why? Because he's a Democrat? Or because he's black? Oh yes, I said it. There are a whole lot of racists still out there who won't even admit it to themselves. They'll say things like, "he just doesn't fit in." Kind of the way Country Clubs used to keep the Jews out.
In my lifetime I've never seen a President of the United States more disrespected by the people who are to work with him and much of the nation he serves. In fact, I'm not even sure why he wants a second term. He'd make more money in the private sector. He'd probably get more good done too. He wants a second term because he believes he can make a difference. In spite of all those who conspire against him, he wants to see the job through. That is the kind of dedication I want to see in a Leader.
You may disagree and say "he didn't keep his promises. He promised the unemployment numbers would be better." You do realize that when someone is campaigning for a job, they can't even know what the full job entails until they are elected. And then if they are elected, they can't always share everything they know with the American public. The numbers are getting better, even if it doesn't seem as fast as some would like to see them grow. Slow progress is better than no progress.
If you're still reading, which I doubt some of you are, as you've probably pegged me as some bleeding heart liberal. Well, you might be surprised to know I'm actually more conservative when it comes to government. I believe more democratically when it comes to social issues and human rights, but I lean more conservatively when it comes to the size of government and a fiscal plan. So I guess I'm a moderate. Remember those? If I were elected to Congress I'd work with both sides for the greater good. Which is why I wouldn't stand a snowball's chance in hell of ever being elected.
So, no matter who wins this election, they have their work cut out for them. What we really need is to change Congress. It's time to stop seeing red and blue and see the individuals who can work together for a better America.
This message has been brought to you by the Committee for Rick Flynn for Congress 2014. I'm Rick Flynn and I approve this message.
Monday, October 22, 2012
Witches, Goblins and Ax Murderers, Oh My!
I know a lot of freaks! And I say that with all due respect. The freaks I'm referring to are those who celebrate Halloween like it's the Second Coming. Until recently, I didn't know how many of my friends share this as their most favorite holiday. They can't wait to put out scary decorations and props. They live for scary movies, haunted houses, trails of terror and spending the night in a cemetery.
I get how Halloween is fun for kids. There's the haunted houses and trick or treat. There's a lot of cool candy to be had for merely dressing up in a costume.
I get the whole costume thing. Who can resist putting on something different and becoming someone new for a few hours. We actors do that all the time. It can be addictive.
What I don't get is why people will spend perfectly good money to go to a "haunted house" where actors are running around dressed in scary (or mostly gory) costumes. It seems like the more blood and guts the better. The victims walk though hallways where they're grabbed, and surprised and frightened by chainsaws, scary music, or they're own adrenaline.
What is it about that adrenaline rush that lures us? Is the fear of death something that makes us feel more alive?
If you really want to be scared, you don't have to wait for Halloween. You can live on this adrenaline all the time. It's simple. It's called life. Here are some things I find pretty frightening and none of them involve actors with painted on body parts seeping.
1. Write a rent check four days before you have the funds in your account to cover it. About that third day you'll be making deals with God to make sure the deposit goes in before the check gets presented.
2. Let the condom break, or don't use one at all. That's enough to keep you on your toes until you or your partner come back with a clean bill of health.
3. Don't stop at a gas station out in the middle of nowhere when your gas gage reads empty. You'll be doing some praying as you approach your destination.
4. Tell your boss you want a raise and if not, you'll be turning in your resignation. This will have your heart pounding for a few days until you receive your answer.
5. Have a teenage daughter. This will provide an endless supply of fear.
So, you see, there are things a lot more scary than actors in bad makeup. Think of them next time you feel the need to run for your life.
Monday, October 15, 2012
Are We What We Watch on TV?
You know the old saying, "You are what you eat?" This takes the premise that if you eat good, healthy foods such as fruits and vegetables, you're going to be healthy. If you eat junk food, you're going to feel junky. It makes sense, right?
Is the same true for what we watch on television? I wonder.
I'm concerned because as the fall television season began I found myself really looking forward to certain shows that I can't seem to get enough of. A list of those shows would include Dexter, The Walking Dead, Revenge, 666 Park Avenue (which I quickly gave up), and American Horror Story.
Now I'm no psychologist, but that list gives me pause. On the surface it would seem I'm obsessed with serial killers, sociopaths, demonic possession, zombies, and more demonic possession.
Actually these things give me nightmares. I want to turn away and not watch, but the writing is so damned good on these shows. Why does it seem the best shows on television contain some slice of society considered undesirable.
Some of the best shows are Sons of Anarchy, about a gang of outlaws, Breaking Bad, about making Meth, Nurse Jackie, about a drug addicted Nurse, and then all the above I named. Boardwalk Empire is a hit and is about the mafia. Look at how well The Sopranos did.
We as a society are obsessed with the bad guys, so much we make them good guys. The good guys like Harry's Law, don't hit the right demographic.
I don't know about you, but I'm worried about my television karma. I hearby sentence myself to an hour of the Hallmark Channel to balance my chi.
At least I'm not watching Honey Boo Boo. Now there's something to have nightmares over.
Is the same true for what we watch on television? I wonder. I'm concerned because as the fall television season began I found myself really looking forward to certain shows that I can't seem to get enough of. A list of those shows would include Dexter, The Walking Dead, Revenge, 666 Park Avenue (which I quickly gave up), and American Horror Story.
Now I'm no psychologist, but that list gives me pause. On the surface it would seem I'm obsessed with serial killers, sociopaths, demonic possession, zombies, and more demonic possession.
Actually these things give me nightmares. I want to turn away and not watch, but the writing is so damned good on these shows. Why does it seem the best shows on television contain some slice of society considered undesirable.
Some of the best shows are Sons of Anarchy, about a gang of outlaws, Breaking Bad, about making Meth, Nurse Jackie, about a drug addicted Nurse, and then all the above I named. Boardwalk Empire is a hit and is about the mafia. Look at how well The Sopranos did.
We as a society are obsessed with the bad guys, so much we make them good guys. The good guys like Harry's Law, don't hit the right demographic.
I don't know about you, but I'm worried about my television karma. I hearby sentence myself to an hour of the Hallmark Channel to balance my chi.
At least I'm not watching Honey Boo Boo. Now there's something to have nightmares over.
Friday, October 5, 2012
Breaking the Silence
I never intended this blog to become negative, or bitter, or any of those things I don't want to be. Unfortunately I think some of that has happened, both to me and the blog. While I've been feeling bad for feeling bad, I have failed to write anything. A self imposed punishment of sorts. An isolation, which I seem so good at. Ask my friends I keep avoiding.
I've always wanted this blog to be lighthearted and fun, but sometimes thought provoking and reflecting. Those things that are me at my best. Lately I haven't been so much my best, so I didn't have it to bring. A very good friend reminded me yesterday that I had to own it and move on.
As you can probably tell from the last few entries, I've been going through an existential crisis, or midlife crisis, depending on how you look at it. Either way, it has SUCKED. It robbed me of my self confidence and my self worth. Everything seemed to be a crisis and it all seemed too much to bear. That straw that breaks the camel's back really can be as insignificant as a straw, or a late payment on utility bill that leaves you in the dark for a few hours.
A few days ago I ran into an old acquaintance I haven't seen in about five years. After a conversation of about ten minutes he turned to me and asked "what happened to you?" "You used to be so self confident." It was like a smack in the face. Even when I was unsure of myself, I was more confident than I have been lately.
I know enough about self esteem and confidence to know it doesn't go away over night. It's a process. It's a gradual chipping away of our self image. I think my decline began with getting laid off, gaining thirty pounds, finding no one out in the job market seemed to want me, going back to an old job making not much more than half of what I used to make doing the same job. Being told I wasn't worth my old salary, etc.... Yes, I still have some anger. It's the only thing sometimes that keeps me from giving up all together.
I know I'm not alone in this. Many Americans are facing the same circumstances. I know I've faired better than many, and I am grateful, but still the anger comes.
In the midst of all this lately, a very dear friend of mine decided she could no longer fight the good fight. It had become too much. She decided to end her life. I don't know what the straw was that finally broke her back, and probably never will know. That scares me. What straw might still await me? Could she have held on for one more day to see if it got better? Would it have been better the next day? I don't know. I only hope she's found peace now.
I had a couple of great conversations with friends lately and I realized the power resides with me. Only I can make the changes necessary to put my life where I want it to be. It sounds so elementary, but in the midst of the darkness, it seems so big. So, I gather up all my strength and I take a step forward. The first step is that I stop apologizing and asking forgiveness for my life. Then I start living it the way I want to live it. On my own terms.
I can't say I'm done with my funk, but I am starting to see a light at the end of the tunnel. I also know I have some choices I need to make. Some things in my life are not working. I think it's time to start exploring the alternatives. This is where faith comes in.
I've landed on my feet lots of times in life and I'm gathering up the faith to believe I will again. Giving up is not an option for me right now. Becoming stronger because of my struggles is.
I've always wanted this blog to be lighthearted and fun, but sometimes thought provoking and reflecting. Those things that are me at my best. Lately I haven't been so much my best, so I didn't have it to bring. A very good friend reminded me yesterday that I had to own it and move on.
As you can probably tell from the last few entries, I've been going through an existential crisis, or midlife crisis, depending on how you look at it. Either way, it has SUCKED. It robbed me of my self confidence and my self worth. Everything seemed to be a crisis and it all seemed too much to bear. That straw that breaks the camel's back really can be as insignificant as a straw, or a late payment on utility bill that leaves you in the dark for a few hours.
A few days ago I ran into an old acquaintance I haven't seen in about five years. After a conversation of about ten minutes he turned to me and asked "what happened to you?" "You used to be so self confident." It was like a smack in the face. Even when I was unsure of myself, I was more confident than I have been lately.
I know enough about self esteem and confidence to know it doesn't go away over night. It's a process. It's a gradual chipping away of our self image. I think my decline began with getting laid off, gaining thirty pounds, finding no one out in the job market seemed to want me, going back to an old job making not much more than half of what I used to make doing the same job. Being told I wasn't worth my old salary, etc.... Yes, I still have some anger. It's the only thing sometimes that keeps me from giving up all together.
I know I'm not alone in this. Many Americans are facing the same circumstances. I know I've faired better than many, and I am grateful, but still the anger comes.
In the midst of all this lately, a very dear friend of mine decided she could no longer fight the good fight. It had become too much. She decided to end her life. I don't know what the straw was that finally broke her back, and probably never will know. That scares me. What straw might still await me? Could she have held on for one more day to see if it got better? Would it have been better the next day? I don't know. I only hope she's found peace now.
I had a couple of great conversations with friends lately and I realized the power resides with me. Only I can make the changes necessary to put my life where I want it to be. It sounds so elementary, but in the midst of the darkness, it seems so big. So, I gather up all my strength and I take a step forward. The first step is that I stop apologizing and asking forgiveness for my life. Then I start living it the way I want to live it. On my own terms.
I can't say I'm done with my funk, but I am starting to see a light at the end of the tunnel. I also know I have some choices I need to make. Some things in my life are not working. I think it's time to start exploring the alternatives. This is where faith comes in.
I've landed on my feet lots of times in life and I'm gathering up the faith to believe I will again. Giving up is not an option for me right now. Becoming stronger because of my struggles is.
Sunday, September 9, 2012
How We're Remembered
I've had a difficult week. I don't know if it's the change of seasons, or just something deep within me, but I feel unsettled. Anxious. I want to be somewhere else. Anywhere but where I am. I'm in a rut. I'm looking for some meaning in my life, aside from showing up for my day job, collecting my paycheck, paying bills, walking the dogs and loading the dishwasher. There has to be more.
I've found myself lately envying those people with children, or grandchildren. They have purpose. If they do nothing else in life, they are Mom or Dad or Grandma or Grandpa. They are molding young lives and hopefully raising responsible, thoughtful young adults. They are shaping the future. What am I doing?
I read a couple of Mommie and Daddy blogs, because friends write them, and I look at my blog and think it's self indulgent schlock. Is that what my life is too? Even as I write this, it sounds self pitying, and that's not my intent.
For as long as I can remember I have wanted to be a writer. It took me a lot of years to finally accept that it could be a reality. I thought I had to get a "real" job so I pursued a lot of stuff I didn't really want. And then I did well with those ventures and it only kept me further and further from my writing.
Now, I make time to write, but I get impatient. I have been doing it for a while on some level, but I've been working on my novel for about four years now. I am ready to be done. My writer friends tell me not to rush it. Don't worry about how long it takes. Enjoy the process. My non-writer friends say things like, "Still?" "When are you going to be done?" Each time I finish a revision, I think I'm closer to done, only to find out it needs more work. It's frustrating, but I'm told it's all part of the process. I have to trust that.
I admitted to a friend last night that I'm scared. All my life I've wanted to be a writer. What if I can't cut it? What if it turns out I only have a half decent rough draft in me? That's not good enough. I don't want to be a half decent writer, or half decent actor, or half decent photographer. I want to be good! I want to be great! Not for the accolades, but because I want to make a difference. I want someone to remember I was here.
My family tree ends with me. A hundred years from now I won't have a great grandchild researching my life. The best I can hope for is a novel or two sitting in the public library, or as an ebook on some primitive version of Amazon.com.
I'm sure this sounds silly to many of you, but it's where I am today. I want to do something with meaning.
I've found myself lately envying those people with children, or grandchildren. They have purpose. If they do nothing else in life, they are Mom or Dad or Grandma or Grandpa. They are molding young lives and hopefully raising responsible, thoughtful young adults. They are shaping the future. What am I doing?
I read a couple of Mommie and Daddy blogs, because friends write them, and I look at my blog and think it's self indulgent schlock. Is that what my life is too? Even as I write this, it sounds self pitying, and that's not my intent.
For as long as I can remember I have wanted to be a writer. It took me a lot of years to finally accept that it could be a reality. I thought I had to get a "real" job so I pursued a lot of stuff I didn't really want. And then I did well with those ventures and it only kept me further and further from my writing.Now, I make time to write, but I get impatient. I have been doing it for a while on some level, but I've been working on my novel for about four years now. I am ready to be done. My writer friends tell me not to rush it. Don't worry about how long it takes. Enjoy the process. My non-writer friends say things like, "Still?" "When are you going to be done?" Each time I finish a revision, I think I'm closer to done, only to find out it needs more work. It's frustrating, but I'm told it's all part of the process. I have to trust that.
I admitted to a friend last night that I'm scared. All my life I've wanted to be a writer. What if I can't cut it? What if it turns out I only have a half decent rough draft in me? That's not good enough. I don't want to be a half decent writer, or half decent actor, or half decent photographer. I want to be good! I want to be great! Not for the accolades, but because I want to make a difference. I want someone to remember I was here.
My family tree ends with me. A hundred years from now I won't have a great grandchild researching my life. The best I can hope for is a novel or two sitting in the public library, or as an ebook on some primitive version of Amazon.com.
I'm sure this sounds silly to many of you, but it's where I am today. I want to do something with meaning.
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Telling a Book By It's Cover
Since I'm nurturing my entrepreneurial spirit by self publishing my first novel, Postcards from the Desert, I get to make decisions other authors might not get to make. The big one I keep coming back to is, what my novel will look like? I have to choose or design a cover. There are professional services one can contract to have this done, and I may still do that, but I want to have some input.
Everything I've read regarding choosing a cover has been helpful. You want something that is going to look good both as a thumbnail image (for ebooks) and on a paperback, if you're going that route as well. I am. I plan to publish both as an ebook and in a paperback form.
But how to choose? I've been looking at other novels to see what sells, and then I've gone through photographs I have taken, or friends have done.
I've gone through different stock photo websites. Looking for something I want to purchase the right to use. I've enlisted the help of a friend of mine, who is a graphics designer to help me out. We'll see what he says. Above, are just a few of the mockups I've tried. I've still got time and should probably get back to editing, but this keeps me reminded I am moving forward. This is really happening.
You might not be able to tell a book by it's cover, but it certainly can't hurt to have the right one.
Everything I've read regarding choosing a cover has been helpful. You want something that is going to look good both as a thumbnail image (for ebooks) and on a paperback, if you're going that route as well. I am. I plan to publish both as an ebook and in a paperback form.
But how to choose? I've been looking at other novels to see what sells, and then I've gone through photographs I have taken, or friends have done.
I've gone through different stock photo websites. Looking for something I want to purchase the right to use. I've enlisted the help of a friend of mine, who is a graphics designer to help me out. We'll see what he says. Above, are just a few of the mockups I've tried. I've still got time and should probably get back to editing, but this keeps me reminded I am moving forward. This is really happening.
You might not be able to tell a book by it's cover, but it certainly can't hurt to have the right one.
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