Hello, my name is Stu. Today my gripe is with fellow co-workers who show up at work sick. You bring your germs and share them with the entire office. You touch doorknobs, handles, office equipment and every surface in the building. Then I touch it. You cough out your germs and contagious breath. Then I breathe it. After you have spread your germs with everyone you call in sick for a week. Thank You!! You have sick time I do not!
Short and simple!!! When you are sick or when you feel you may become sick - stay home. Don't share!!!
Today I am sick - did I go to work today? NO!!!
respectfully,
Mr. Pid
Friday, February 1, 2008
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Daily Gripe
Hello, my name is Stu. Today my gripe is with greeting card companies. Valentine's Day is fast approaching and we are being bombarded with THINGS to buy for our love of the moment. Cards, especially expensive cards are at the top of the buy me list. Has no one ever heard of a hand made card or little love bits written on a napkin or a receipt. Now that is romantic, spur of the moment and very creative. No? It's not cheap. And those situations will not make a profit for card companies. And they are in it - For Profit Ony - not to enhance our lovelife. The only thing it enhances is their pockets.
Make a holiday - promote it excessivelly and make bucks. The same thing is true for Grandparents Day. Grandparents Day is a wonderful holiday but lets not destroy it with card buying. I noticed the Valentine cards and HUGE boxes of candy on the store shelves the day after Christmas.
I used to enjoy Valentines Day but now all I see is commercialization and large corporations making profits. It seems nothing is sacred anymore - not even love. So I - will not fall into the promotional trap of buying expensive gifts, cards and candy for my significant other.
P.S. I have also seen a line of divorce cards.
with much love,
Mr. Pid
Make a holiday - promote it excessivelly and make bucks. The same thing is true for Grandparents Day. Grandparents Day is a wonderful holiday but lets not destroy it with card buying. I noticed the Valentine cards and HUGE boxes of candy on the store shelves the day after Christmas.
I used to enjoy Valentines Day but now all I see is commercialization and large corporations making profits. It seems nothing is sacred anymore - not even love. So I - will not fall into the promotional trap of buying expensive gifts, cards and candy for my significant other.
P.S. I have also seen a line of divorce cards.
with much love,
Mr. Pid
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Daily Gripe
Hello, my name is Stu. Today my gripe is my working situation. I really want to work for a manufacturing company in Japan. The Tokyo based company Hime and Company offers their employees PAID time off to go shopping. They also give their employees time off for Heartbreaks. Well my heart could break at least once a week on a Friday or a Monday. And your age depends on how much PAID time off you are entitled to - the older you are the more shopping you need to do.
This concept would go over big time in the states. In January after my heartbreak I could take some time off and fly to some secluded island to recuperate, then go shopping at the January clearance sales. I'm thinking I could get three weeks off for that one.
In February after my valentine has dumped me off I go again to lick my wounded heart and of course shop. I'm thinking three weeks for this hurt. In March the Ides (?) would be getting me down so shop first recoup after - another two weeks. April and the spring fling has sent my sweetie into someone else's arms. This calls for a major rejuvenation and shopping to lift the depression - the entire month off will help. May and flowers and the maypole thing and shopping for my spring wardrobe - only one week. June brings melancholy over a relationship gone bad once again - two weeks max. July and all the summer clothes are on clearance - one week off.
August comes along and my summer romance is ending this calls for three months off. November rolls around and the holiday are approaching - shopping for two weeks. December has me so overwhelmed with my sad love life that I need three weeks off to shop and get ready for my 15 day cruise to help my disposition.
This is the way to live and work. I'm hoping this company moves to a location near me. I will be there at the crack of dawn to turn in my resume.
http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20080128/od_uk_nm/oukoe_uk_japan_leave
Rejuvenated,
Mr. Pid
This concept would go over big time in the states. In January after my heartbreak I could take some time off and fly to some secluded island to recuperate, then go shopping at the January clearance sales. I'm thinking I could get three weeks off for that one.
In February after my valentine has dumped me off I go again to lick my wounded heart and of course shop. I'm thinking three weeks for this hurt. In March the Ides (?) would be getting me down so shop first recoup after - another two weeks. April and the spring fling has sent my sweetie into someone else's arms. This calls for a major rejuvenation and shopping to lift the depression - the entire month off will help. May and flowers and the maypole thing and shopping for my spring wardrobe - only one week. June brings melancholy over a relationship gone bad once again - two weeks max. July and all the summer clothes are on clearance - one week off.
August comes along and my summer romance is ending this calls for three months off. November rolls around and the holiday are approaching - shopping for two weeks. December has me so overwhelmed with my sad love life that I need three weeks off to shop and get ready for my 15 day cruise to help my disposition.
This is the way to live and work. I'm hoping this company moves to a location near me. I will be there at the crack of dawn to turn in my resume.
http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20080128/od_uk_nm/oukoe_uk_japan_leave
Rejuvenated,
Mr. Pid
Monday, January 28, 2008
Daily Gripe
Hello, my name is Stu. Today my gripe is with watering restrictions. I know we have to conserve our resources and I do. I have rain barrels at all my downspouts to water my flowers, herbs and to add water to my ponds. When I have to drain my ponds (I use the old water on plants) I use the rain barrel water to replenish the pond water. I also recycle my dish and bath water whenever possible.
When it comes to watering the lawn - I don't or can't. I have my dedicated one day a week to water the lawn. The time schedule to water one's lawn is not conducive to those that work. I choose not to water my lawn because I cannot afford the excessively high bill. Therefore my lawn is brown and dead. When it rains it washes away my remaining soil due to no grass or huge sand deserts in my lawn. I have patches in my front lawn that resemble the Sahara Desert.
If I could water my lawn (at a reasonable price) it might have a positive impact on the environment. Right now I am surrounded by a sandpit that is slowly rolling down the gutters in my street. I am stuck in a lose/lose situation. If we had a national recycling water system perhaps I would have a little grass in my front yard. An alternative would be to pave over my front Sahara Desert or put those awful stones down instead of pricey sod. I have seen some home owners spray paint their white stones green for faux lawn. I could replace my worn out grassless front yard with Brady Bunch turf, although someone tried to do that and they were sued by the city.
My deed restrictions state that I am required to have grass (a specific type of grass) in my front yard. A front yard filled with flower and plant material is prohibited. We could use some updating on these deed restrictions. This code was written when water was not scare or costly. Something needs to change. Right now I will accept the state of my disappointing front yard but I will not be happy with it.
Green with envy,
Mr. Pid
When it comes to watering the lawn - I don't or can't. I have my dedicated one day a week to water the lawn. The time schedule to water one's lawn is not conducive to those that work. I choose not to water my lawn because I cannot afford the excessively high bill. Therefore my lawn is brown and dead. When it rains it washes away my remaining soil due to no grass or huge sand deserts in my lawn. I have patches in my front lawn that resemble the Sahara Desert.
If I could water my lawn (at a reasonable price) it might have a positive impact on the environment. Right now I am surrounded by a sandpit that is slowly rolling down the gutters in my street. I am stuck in a lose/lose situation. If we had a national recycling water system perhaps I would have a little grass in my front yard. An alternative would be to pave over my front Sahara Desert or put those awful stones down instead of pricey sod. I have seen some home owners spray paint their white stones green for faux lawn. I could replace my worn out grassless front yard with Brady Bunch turf, although someone tried to do that and they were sued by the city.
My deed restrictions state that I am required to have grass (a specific type of grass) in my front yard. A front yard filled with flower and plant material is prohibited. We could use some updating on these deed restrictions. This code was written when water was not scare or costly. Something needs to change. Right now I will accept the state of my disappointing front yard but I will not be happy with it.
Green with envy,
Mr. Pid
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Daily Gripe
Hello, my name is Stu. Today my gripe is with people who frequent grocery stores with no regard for those standing behind them in line. I believe when the sign says - EXPRESS LANE 10 items or less - that is what it means. Ten items or LESS. Not 20, not an entire weeks worth of groceries but 10 or less. I find myself behind this person who has many more items than 10. I have three. He places his items on the belt and walks away? He picks up a few more items from a nearby display.
We all wait for his return. The wonderful cashier smiles. I hear what she isn't saying. When she tells him the total purchase he reaches deep down in his pockets and pulls out change. You know like nickels, dimes and quarters. He starts counting the money or at least tries to in vain. The friendly (gotta love em) cashier helps him count his money. My ice cream begins to melt.
The courteous person drops money on the floor. After eons of eternity his money has been counted. He then pulls out a $10.00 dollar bill and asks for change. I have removed myself mentally to my 'happy place.' I tend to visit this place quite often. Thank you - thank you - the man leaves.
The sweet cashier smiles politely and apologizes to me for the inconvenience - like it's her fault. Give this saint a raise. I stroll outside and watch the courteous person drive off from the handicapped space. Does he have a sticker hanging from his mirror - NO. Does he have one of those special license plates - NO. Does he look handicapped - NO.
Respectfully,
Mr. Pid
We all wait for his return. The wonderful cashier smiles. I hear what she isn't saying. When she tells him the total purchase he reaches deep down in his pockets and pulls out change. You know like nickels, dimes and quarters. He starts counting the money or at least tries to in vain. The friendly (gotta love em) cashier helps him count his money. My ice cream begins to melt.
The courteous person drops money on the floor. After eons of eternity his money has been counted. He then pulls out a $10.00 dollar bill and asks for change. I have removed myself mentally to my 'happy place.' I tend to visit this place quite often. Thank you - thank you - the man leaves.
The sweet cashier smiles politely and apologizes to me for the inconvenience - like it's her fault. Give this saint a raise. I stroll outside and watch the courteous person drive off from the handicapped space. Does he have a sticker hanging from his mirror - NO. Does he have one of those special license plates - NO. Does he look handicapped - NO.
Respectfully,
Mr. Pid
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Daily Gripe
Hello, my name is Stu. Today my gripe is with 'pandering'. Yesterday I saw a pandering wonder. I have seen many creative people standing on a corner with the cardboard sign begging for stuff. Once when I lived in North Carolina I saw a man holding the cardboard sign that read - Help me go to Key West for the winter. At least he was honest.
I'm driving down a heavily traveled (slow moving) road in the morning rush hour. On a bench - very close to the road with slow moving traffic sits a young lady. Not real young and not a senior. Laying down right by her feet was a calm scruffy looking dog. His pedigree was questionable. He was a mutt. I do love mutts.
Next to her on the bench was a large white bucket. In her hands was a handwritten cardboard sign that read - DOG FOR SALE. Breaks your heart - right! Wrong! She has no intention of selling this multi-colored scruffy looking mutt. People walking by dropped money in her bucket and people driving by handed her money. No one - no one wanted the mutt. Now - this young lady has a great marketing scheme going for her.
My sign says - send me money,
Mr. Pid
I'm driving down a heavily traveled (slow moving) road in the morning rush hour. On a bench - very close to the road with slow moving traffic sits a young lady. Not real young and not a senior. Laying down right by her feet was a calm scruffy looking dog. His pedigree was questionable. He was a mutt. I do love mutts.
Next to her on the bench was a large white bucket. In her hands was a handwritten cardboard sign that read - DOG FOR SALE. Breaks your heart - right! Wrong! She has no intention of selling this multi-colored scruffy looking mutt. People walking by dropped money in her bucket and people driving by handed her money. No one - no one wanted the mutt. Now - this young lady has a great marketing scheme going for her.
My sign says - send me money,
Mr. Pid
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Win a Date with Drew Peterson
Hello, my name is Stu. Today my gripe is with the notorious Drew Peterson. If you are a female and have a death wish this guy is for you. He tried to work out a - Win a date with Drew contest with a local radio station.
This man is dangerous, callous and in my opinion - GUILTY - of his wife's disappearance. Everything to him is a joke. He doesn't even seem to care that his wife - the mother of his children has been missing for 3 months. Now he wants to date others?
I can't even go on writing about how I feel about this man. Why do we give his antics so much coverage?
So if you do have a death wish - I suggest dating this serial wife loser will bring you lost in space.
His name may be misspelled - but ask me if I care?
repulsed,
Mr. Pid
This man is dangerous, callous and in my opinion - GUILTY - of his wife's disappearance. Everything to him is a joke. He doesn't even seem to care that his wife - the mother of his children has been missing for 3 months. Now he wants to date others?
I can't even go on writing about how I feel about this man. Why do we give his antics so much coverage?
So if you do have a death wish - I suggest dating this serial wife loser will bring you lost in space.
His name may be misspelled - but ask me if I care?
repulsed,
Mr. Pid
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