Thursday, August 14, 2008

Today's Thoughts


What are today's thoughts. How shall we start off this fourteenth day of October?

Should we talk about the cat that woke me up at 5, only to sleep on my chest til 7? Should we talk about the excitement of having football on tonight? Should we talk about the broken glass from the popped out window in the parked car on Hanover (bad start to some one's day)? Should we talk about the cute tushy leading the way to work through VCU and Monroe Park? Should we talk about the Warren Zevon "Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner" song that has been running through my head the pass two days? Shall we talk of the plans to put a bottom on the self recordings of 1964?

No

Let's talk about a blog a friend of mine did yesterday. It was called "Getting Screwed on Facebook by the Man". Check it out on blogspot if you'd like.

He is basically saying that the corporate management of the company he (and I) work for is instructing their supervisory managers to log onto Facebook (or MySpace, or any other web social site) to monitor comments of their associates. He notes the invasion of privacy and the fear of banishment in a freedom to work commonwealth.

Then he bailed from Facebook.

Wow! Should I be scared? Is my job threatened?

I went over to his cubicle, carefully checking for hidden cameras and microphones. Is anyone talking into their sleeves?

Once I got his attention away from the amazing productive amount of work he produces in a day I said," Hey Steve, is this true?"

He hustled me to a dark corner and said he had heard it from the grapevine. "Wow, Steve, that's impressive news."

"Keep your head low. They are watching your every move. Even the cameras in the bathroom."

Woo! OK, but they better be ready for a show.

As I skipped back to my cubicle, waving at fellow workers and smiling inappropriate at the lovely lasses, I thought...."This kid is PARANOID".

Do I worry? No.

I'm an open book. "They" know as much about me as I will tell them and I know a lot of stuff about "Them". And "We" have some interesting history together.

In conclusion. There were no drug testing when I was hired. I don't believe law enforcement records were ever examined. My "personnel" records were even lost when we moved across the street during construction. So I may have a clean slate.

Not to worry, if "They" want you out, there is a way. It's all how you document. Did that person do good today, or did they sneeze causing lose of time and production? Was that other person getting information for an assignment or just hanging out jabbering over the cute outfits the gymnast wear in the Olympics? It's all how you write it up.

Don't worry, a satellite is watching your house and the government is monitoring your cell and the web cam on your computer..... guess who's watching?

4 comments:

Art said...

Roland was a warrior from the land of the midnight sun
With his Thompson gun for hire, fighting to be done
The deal was made in Denmark on a dark and stormy day
So he set out for Biafra to join the bloody fray

Through '66 and 7, they fought the Congo war
With their fingers on their triggers, knee deep in gore
For days and nights they battled the Bantu to their knees
They killed to earn their living and to help out the Congolese

Roland the Thompson gunner
Roland the Thompson gunner

His comrades fought beside him, Van Owen and the rest
But of all the Thompson gunners, Roland was the best
So the CIA decided they wanted Roland dead
That son of a bitch Van Owen blew off Roland's head

Roland the headless Thompson gunner
Time, time, time, for another peaceful war
Norway's bravest son
But time stands still for Roland, 'til he evens up the score
They can still see his headless body stalking through the night
In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun
In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun

Roland searched the continent for the man who'd done him in
He found him in Mombassa, in a barroom drinking gin
Roland aimed his Thompson gun, he didn't say a word
But he blew Van Owen's body from there to Johannesburg

Roland the headless Thompson gunner
Roland the headless Thompson gunner
Roland the headless Thompson gunner, talking about the man
Roland the headless Thompson gunner

The eternal Thompson gunner
Still wand'ring through the night
Now it's ten years later, but he still keeps up the fight
In Ireland, in Lebanon, in Palestine and Berkeley
Patty Hearst heard the burst
Of Roland's Thompson gun and bought it

And there you have it. Now I'll be humming the song...

Rus Wornom said...

Steve here.

There was nothing on Facebook anybody could have used against me. I just don't want mgmt looking over my shoulder...especially my cybershoulder. So I bailed, and actually this was just the final reason. I had others -- taking up too much of my time, annoying games, things like that. So no big loss to me.

Watch your back. Oops -- I mean, wash. Seriously, dude. Get a loofah.

nimrodstudios said...

So "art". Where are you?

Art said...

Clifford,

How many freakin' "Arts" do you know?

Art / Artos / Ronnie / Bear