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:
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...
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.
So "art". Where are you?
Clifford,
How many freakin' "Arts" do you know?
Art / Artos / Ronnie / Bear
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