So...
Today's my last day in the pus-filled, hellhole Post Office.
At least, everyone KNOWS it is, even though when I turned in my resignation form the postmaster said he "wasn't going to entertain my ideas"....the he threatened me with a bad reference anytime someone calls him about me.
I would rather piss glass than listen to him ever again. He lies, falsifies paperwork, cheats his employees, ignores union contract, lies to inspectors, perpetuates an unsafe work environment (anything to save a few dollars), and doesn't care about anyone or anything except his golf games and bear-hunting season.
The post office has been dragging me down for months now, and it's gotten to the point where I hate going into work because I know someone is gonna gossip or say some stupid shit, or pick a fight, or just not let me do my damn job.
Fuck 'em.
I'm walking out today whether they want to acknowledge it or not. I'm sick of hating everyday at work, not because of the job, but the PEOPLE I work for. They are the lowest, most uncooperative, self-loathing, disrespectful, rude, selfish, and lazy piles of pig shit I've ever seen.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Sunday, November 11, 2007
The Final Step
So yeah...haven't written in awhile, have I?
Thought I died, dincha?
Well no....not quite, just never get around to actually typing something out I guess. I mean, shit happens all the time, I just feel like no one really cares to listen. Don't get me wrong, I'm not being self-loathing or anything, it's just that everyone has problems, stuff happens to everybody.
If you spend your life listening to what happens to other people, it's like living someone else's life instead of your own. Like "Reality" TV. I dunno. Forget this. I actually wrote for a reason.
Ahem...
I wanted to say that I have finally made the decision to take the final step in my new healthy (and more importantly, morally sound) lifestyle. I have battled for awhile now with the idea of going Vegan. Yes, that horrible word. The word that makes half (nah, all) my family cringe and shudder, point fingers and say "HERETIC!"
Well, this may be a small embellishment.
Anyway, the only 2 things keeping me from doing it were CHEESE and EGGS. Let's face it, I love an omelet. Love 'em. Nothing better. An omelet with cheese? Even better. But those are the only 2 things I've had issues with. However, cheese has been giving me stomach (among other) problems as of the last few months or so, and I eat eggs once every...I dunno, month maybe. I don't even buy eggs, which tell you how often I actually eat them.
Life is about sacrifices. Sometimes you have to ask yourself what is more important?
A five-minute tasty treat? Or a lifetime of guilt and hypocrisy?
...
You're not actually supposed to think about it.
As a final push toward morality, Joy and I found a new issue of VEG NEWS at Whole Foods today. Natalie Portman on the cover was enough for me to say "Sure, go ahead". Albeit it's 5 bucks an issue.
Inside was a very interesting article informing us about the NUMEROUS ingredients in everyday prepared and packaged foods. Not only did it translate what the label says to what it ACTUALLY is, but also says HOW they make it.
This direct paragraph, for instance:
"If you've been vegetarian long enough, you might already be aware that an enzyme from a newborn calf's stomach appears in most cheeses (even "vegetarian" ones) and other products. It's called rennet or rennin, and it's obtained by removing the calf's fourth stomach after slaughter, dry-salting and washing it, scraping away the surface fat, stretching it over drying racks, grinding it up, and mixing it with a salt solution."
THAT is in your cheese.
Chris asked me if I would eat eggs from organic, free-range chickens.
Libby asked why I would be pro-choice, but not care about killing baby chickens in eggs.
Well, the egg thing didn't really matter, because eggs you eat are unfertilized.
The entire point with eggs is that the chickens are all bred on farms, stuffed in pens (free-range usually means that they are not caged "all the time"), and after they stop producing the eggs you want, you chop them up.
What is my moral issue that I've been dealing with on eggs?
Let the damn chicken just BE a chicken!
Stop forcing it to produce all the stuff YOU want, and let it just live!
But it's NOT only the cheese and eggs that are the problem.
L-Cysteine Hydrochloride, a flour additive in cereals and baked goods, is extracted from duck feathers.
"Natural Flavors", which is an item list on many, many, MANY foods (I can't say "all", but it's close), is a choice combination of many ingredients. The whole point is there are certain things that fall under that category, so if they are used in the food all they have to put is "Natural Flavors". You don't know how many or what is in there.
Here's a few "Natural Flavors" that may be in your food:
Castoreum, which is used to add a "creamy and raspberry" flavoring, is actually an extract from the anal musk glands of beavers.
Isinglass, which is gelatin from the bladder of a sturgeon.
Lipase, which is an enzyme from calf tongues.
Musk, from the genitals of the Northern Asian Hornless deer.
Ground beetles, to add a hint of purple to toaster pastries.
These are just a few.
The bottom line here is that nowadays, packaged and prepared foods use so many unhealthy, immoral, and unnatural ingredients, that you need to be a "Linguist or a scholar" (as one man in the article put it) to discern just WHAT it is you are putting into your body.
It will be tough, and it will be a pain in the ass for many people around me...especially this close to Thanksgiving.
But I'm not sorry for the decision.
From here on out, I am proud to say that I am a VEGAN.
Thought I died, dincha?
Well no....not quite, just never get around to actually typing something out I guess. I mean, shit happens all the time, I just feel like no one really cares to listen. Don't get me wrong, I'm not being self-loathing or anything, it's just that everyone has problems, stuff happens to everybody.
If you spend your life listening to what happens to other people, it's like living someone else's life instead of your own. Like "Reality" TV. I dunno. Forget this. I actually wrote for a reason.
Ahem...
I wanted to say that I have finally made the decision to take the final step in my new healthy (and more importantly, morally sound) lifestyle. I have battled for awhile now with the idea of going Vegan. Yes, that horrible word. The word that makes half (nah, all) my family cringe and shudder, point fingers and say "HERETIC!"
Well, this may be a small embellishment.
Anyway, the only 2 things keeping me from doing it were CHEESE and EGGS. Let's face it, I love an omelet. Love 'em. Nothing better. An omelet with cheese? Even better. But those are the only 2 things I've had issues with. However, cheese has been giving me stomach (among other) problems as of the last few months or so, and I eat eggs once every...I dunno, month maybe. I don't even buy eggs, which tell you how often I actually eat them.
Life is about sacrifices. Sometimes you have to ask yourself what is more important?
A five-minute tasty treat? Or a lifetime of guilt and hypocrisy?
...
You're not actually supposed to think about it.
As a final push toward morality, Joy and I found a new issue of VEG NEWS at Whole Foods today. Natalie Portman on the cover was enough for me to say "Sure, go ahead". Albeit it's 5 bucks an issue.
Inside was a very interesting article informing us about the NUMEROUS ingredients in everyday prepared and packaged foods. Not only did it translate what the label says to what it ACTUALLY is, but also says HOW they make it.
This direct paragraph, for instance:
"If you've been vegetarian long enough, you might already be aware that an enzyme from a newborn calf's stomach appears in most cheeses (even "vegetarian" ones) and other products. It's called rennet or rennin, and it's obtained by removing the calf's fourth stomach after slaughter, dry-salting and washing it, scraping away the surface fat, stretching it over drying racks, grinding it up, and mixing it with a salt solution."
THAT is in your cheese.
Chris asked me if I would eat eggs from organic, free-range chickens.
Libby asked why I would be pro-choice, but not care about killing baby chickens in eggs.
Well, the egg thing didn't really matter, because eggs you eat are unfertilized.
The entire point with eggs is that the chickens are all bred on farms, stuffed in pens (free-range usually means that they are not caged "all the time"), and after they stop producing the eggs you want, you chop them up.
What is my moral issue that I've been dealing with on eggs?
Let the damn chicken just BE a chicken!
Stop forcing it to produce all the stuff YOU want, and let it just live!
But it's NOT only the cheese and eggs that are the problem.
L-Cysteine Hydrochloride, a flour additive in cereals and baked goods, is extracted from duck feathers.
"Natural Flavors", which is an item list on many, many, MANY foods (I can't say "all", but it's close), is a choice combination of many ingredients. The whole point is there are certain things that fall under that category, so if they are used in the food all they have to put is "Natural Flavors". You don't know how many or what is in there.
Here's a few "Natural Flavors" that may be in your food:
Castoreum, which is used to add a "creamy and raspberry" flavoring, is actually an extract from the anal musk glands of beavers.
Isinglass, which is gelatin from the bladder of a sturgeon.
Lipase, which is an enzyme from calf tongues.
Musk, from the genitals of the Northern Asian Hornless deer.
Ground beetles, to add a hint of purple to toaster pastries.
These are just a few.
The bottom line here is that nowadays, packaged and prepared foods use so many unhealthy, immoral, and unnatural ingredients, that you need to be a "Linguist or a scholar" (as one man in the article put it) to discern just WHAT it is you are putting into your body.
It will be tough, and it will be a pain in the ass for many people around me...especially this close to Thanksgiving.
But I'm not sorry for the decision.
From here on out, I am proud to say that I am a VEGAN.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Why I'm Always So Angry
Am I really as bad as people say I am?
Am I really as judgmental, selfish and rude as they think?
I have been really angry, tense, and moreover depressed over the last few weeks or so...but it has finally hit the apex. I've wigged out, broken down, and refused to talk about it, which is very tough for me to do.
Apparently, I judge people all the time. Constantly. Like, innately...without even trying.
That's some feat.
This has nothing to do with religion. I know this blog is mostly only read by Sarah and Joy, but if certain people get wind of it. Know this. God still doesn't exist. So don't patronize me.
on that note...
I am always hearing about how I'm judging someone, being rude, being insensitive, or not caring.
I'm pretty much fucking sick of it.
I HATE MYSELF.
I HATE WHO I AM,
I HATE WHAT I DO, and most importantly,
I FUCKING HATE WHAT I SAY.
Everything that comes out of my mouth is full of half-witted, supposed shit, much of which I exaggerate right before I say it, just to make it sound worse in my favor. I say things incorrectly, make words up, use words incorrectly, and then turn them into something that wouldn't even sound like english.
What else?
I HATE MY MEMORY.
My speech would probably improve exponentially if I could member what day it fucking was half the time. Whenever I have a point to make to someone, I stop halfway through because I don't remember what my point was. Meanwhile, the other person is (once again) heaving a huge sigh, wondering what the fuck I'm getting at, and why I haven't had the decency to shut the fuck up yet.
I HATE MY LIFE.
I hate the fact that I'm living day-to-day, suffering through a mindless job full of hypocritical assholes who don't give a shit about anything but themselves, trying to do my job while being constantly harrassed all day, and then getting told that I'm lazy.
I hate coming home to find out that all I do is say ridiculous shit that makes my wife and family members think I'm an asshole, or that I have preconceived notions about people that aren't true. I'm sick of being the kid that no one wants to listen to. The one they just point at the corner and let him talk to the wallpaper. Because no matter what, he didn't have anything important to say in the first place.
I feel like no one takes me seriously.
I feel like no one appreciates me, which is well-founded if this is really how I am.
I feel like I'm just an ugly, unattractive troll who is good for a laugh if he can't get out a coherent sentence without creating new words or repeating himself for four hours.
I'm just sick of being me.
I think you all are, too.
Am I really as judgmental, selfish and rude as they think?
I have been really angry, tense, and moreover depressed over the last few weeks or so...but it has finally hit the apex. I've wigged out, broken down, and refused to talk about it, which is very tough for me to do.
Apparently, I judge people all the time. Constantly. Like, innately...without even trying.
That's some feat.
This has nothing to do with religion. I know this blog is mostly only read by Sarah and Joy, but if certain people get wind of it. Know this. God still doesn't exist. So don't patronize me.
on that note...
I am always hearing about how I'm judging someone, being rude, being insensitive, or not caring.
I'm pretty much fucking sick of it.
I HATE MYSELF.
I HATE WHO I AM,
I HATE WHAT I DO, and most importantly,
I FUCKING HATE WHAT I SAY.
Everything that comes out of my mouth is full of half-witted, supposed shit, much of which I exaggerate right before I say it, just to make it sound worse in my favor. I say things incorrectly, make words up, use words incorrectly, and then turn them into something that wouldn't even sound like english.
What else?
I HATE MY MEMORY.
My speech would probably improve exponentially if I could member what day it fucking was half the time. Whenever I have a point to make to someone, I stop halfway through because I don't remember what my point was. Meanwhile, the other person is (once again) heaving a huge sigh, wondering what the fuck I'm getting at, and why I haven't had the decency to shut the fuck up yet.
I HATE MY LIFE.
I hate the fact that I'm living day-to-day, suffering through a mindless job full of hypocritical assholes who don't give a shit about anything but themselves, trying to do my job while being constantly harrassed all day, and then getting told that I'm lazy.
I hate coming home to find out that all I do is say ridiculous shit that makes my wife and family members think I'm an asshole, or that I have preconceived notions about people that aren't true. I'm sick of being the kid that no one wants to listen to. The one they just point at the corner and let him talk to the wallpaper. Because no matter what, he didn't have anything important to say in the first place.
I feel like no one takes me seriously.
I feel like no one appreciates me, which is well-founded if this is really how I am.
I feel like I'm just an ugly, unattractive troll who is good for a laugh if he can't get out a coherent sentence without creating new words or repeating himself for four hours.
I'm just sick of being me.
I think you all are, too.
A Great Atheist Response on YouTube
There was a great response to the atheist clip I posted earlier. The guy is just a normal person who responded to the clip, and spoke of his own opinions and experiences...I found it fantastic. He includes many things that people just gloss over.
Shit that makes me cry
I don't care who you are or what you believe....watch this video. It makes me SOOOOOOOOOOO fucking angry.
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Atheist Video on YouTube
So while randomly surfing YouTube for interesting things to see, I ran across a great video on Atheists that I want everyone to see. I'm sure people will have things to say, but I don't really care.
Also, Joy found an interesting video the other day about abortion protestors, who seemingly enough, don't have a punishment for what they see as the worst crime of our time.
...and I'm sure someone will pray for us for posting them.
Also, Joy found an interesting video the other day about abortion protestors, who seemingly enough, don't have a punishment for what they see as the worst crime of our time.
...and I'm sure someone will pray for us for posting them.
Saturday, August 11, 2007
In Which I Have a Nervous Breakdown
So, it's been about 2 months since I last posted something. I guess today would be the event that sparks some creativity into my judgmental, overly-sensitive, selfish bones.
I'm so mad right now that I just really need to explode. Let it all out.
Some people don't deserve it, others do. I can't tell which is which because at the moment I feel like I'm throwing fire at everyone I talk to...if I talk at all.
Sarah and I ran 11 miles today. I refused to even speak for a good hour of it because 5 minutes into the run, she incinuated that I was being judgmental. Not only that, but said that that's "What you do".
So, Judgy McJudgerton called out the competition.
Then I get to my mom's house, where Dad once again tells me to buy him something when I go walking with Mom. When he assumes things like that, I usually try to treat it as the child saying "I WANT CANDY!"
No questions, no asking, no simple request even....just "I'll take a Diet Mountain Dew".
Then, upon returning, puts a cardboard box in my hand and asks me how much postage it needs to mail.
Now, since I passed on the offer to have a portable cash register, scale, and rate chart built into my hand, he was a little out of luck.
Then, he asked me if one stamp would do it, which made me wig out.
"One stamp?!"
"Yeah."
"One stamp is 41 cents. That signature request you have on it is 1.70 by itself."
"You guys charge for that?"
(rolling my eyes, giving the "duh" look) "Ummm...YEAH!"
In Dad's defense, I was already angry to begin with, so he was probably doomed from the start.
Lately, I've been having this feeling that no one ever lets me just DO SOMETHING.
There is always something wrong with:
how I'm doing it,
I wasn't supposed to do it,
I didn't do it quickly enough,
you can't wear blue on a Tuesday,
no one likes your clothes,
you're judgmental,
you need to ___________ more often,
don't forget to ________,
"Why would you do that?"
"Well, why don't you ________ instead?"
I may sound harsh....but is it wrong of me to once in awhile, want everyone to just LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE?!
Because I don't care what you people think of me. Just let me live the way I want to, and if I do something wrong, I can learn from my own mistakes. That way, I will at least be controlling my OWN existence, instead of everyone else living it for me.
I'm so mad right now that I just really need to explode. Let it all out.
Some people don't deserve it, others do. I can't tell which is which because at the moment I feel like I'm throwing fire at everyone I talk to...if I talk at all.
Sarah and I ran 11 miles today. I refused to even speak for a good hour of it because 5 minutes into the run, she incinuated that I was being judgmental. Not only that, but said that that's "What you do".
So, Judgy McJudgerton called out the competition.
Then I get to my mom's house, where Dad once again tells me to buy him something when I go walking with Mom. When he assumes things like that, I usually try to treat it as the child saying "I WANT CANDY!"
No questions, no asking, no simple request even....just "I'll take a Diet Mountain Dew".
Then, upon returning, puts a cardboard box in my hand and asks me how much postage it needs to mail.
Now, since I passed on the offer to have a portable cash register, scale, and rate chart built into my hand, he was a little out of luck.
Then, he asked me if one stamp would do it, which made me wig out.
"One stamp?!"
"Yeah."
"One stamp is 41 cents. That signature request you have on it is 1.70 by itself."
"You guys charge for that?"
(rolling my eyes, giving the "duh" look) "Ummm...YEAH!"
In Dad's defense, I was already angry to begin with, so he was probably doomed from the start.
Lately, I've been having this feeling that no one ever lets me just DO SOMETHING.
There is always something wrong with:
how I'm doing it,
I wasn't supposed to do it,
I didn't do it quickly enough,
you can't wear blue on a Tuesday,
no one likes your clothes,
you're judgmental,
you need to ___________ more often,
don't forget to ________,
"Why would you do that?"
"Well, why don't you ________ instead?"
I may sound harsh....but is it wrong of me to once in awhile, want everyone to just LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE?!
Because I don't care what you people think of me. Just let me live the way I want to, and if I do something wrong, I can learn from my own mistakes. That way, I will at least be controlling my OWN existence, instead of everyone else living it for me.
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