So...Now What??

Well I've been unemployed...again...for a week and a half now, because the Air Zoo laid me off. They did it real classy-like too; the HR lady calls me up on a Wednesday morning, and is like "Yeah so we've had to make some changes, and your position was cut, so come in and turn in your uniform, sign a paper, and get the hell out. Thanks see ya out there." Bastards. So I was working for about a month, and made just over $1000, and I need at least $2500 to get through the coming school year. Stuff in Ann Arbor is expensive. Shit.

Anyway, on a lighter note, Israel started World War III !!!! Hooray Jews! @($@^!%$&*(&^^@%@. At least thats what CNN and the rest of the batshit insane news media want it to be, so they can somehow blame George Bush for screwing the WORLD over. Don't get me wrong, I don't like how he's just sitting around letting Israel do whatever the hell they want. It's pretty obvious that Condi Rice's speeches show that they don't want to do anything until the terrorists are dead so they can try to tell everyone their foreign policy is working. Meanwhile Iran and Syria and North Korea are lickin' their chops because the U.N., Dubya and Co. aren't doin' shit. This current crisis should be a further indication that the Iraq deal was the wrong move, and the REAL evil countries and entities are going unchecked. *Sigh*.

Tonight I decided to go to the movie theater and see "An Inconvenient Truth" and I was surprised how excellent it was. If I had been able to vote in the 2000 election, I think I would have been proud to call Al Gore my president. He is clearly an expert on global warming, and his argument can't be refuted virtually at all. All the facts and science is there and it's astounding.

The Best Book.....Ever??

The other day at work I finally finished my hero Thomas Friedman's updated edition of "The World is Flat." It was so ultimate I can't even quote any of the sweet passages from it because just about the whole dang book is brilliant. This should be one of those books that every high school student/college student/graduate should read, and this field should be expanded into a whole avenue of study, because it is the best way to explain the world in its current state. Globalization is such a profoundly interesting subject, and so new, that it hasn't been fully explained yet, but it is easy to realize that the world will soon be a very different place. The most interesting thing too is that it doesnt just explain things in terms of like the global economy, but it relates to cultures, history, business, and geopolitics. I mean this guy talks about every thing one could imagine in this book, from global warming to oil to Dell to 9/11 and the contrast to the Berlin Wall!
*Please read his columns in the New York Times as well, because he's the best Op/Ed Columnist in the biz, and people know it. He was widely praised for these two columns he wrote a few months back slamming General Motors. This guy should enter into government service or something because he understands how the world works, because he's seen about 3/4 of it with his own eyes.

Adventures in Janitordom (Part 1)

I've decided to start an ongoing series about my life as a Kalamazoo Air Zoo janitor (that's my summer job). Note: I get paid very little and it's boring as hell because no one comes to the damn place anymore. And don't even get me started on how horribly inefficient it is as a business. Anyways, today went like this:

I was wandering around like I always do, doing nothing, trying to pass the time and avoid being seen by my boss (because he would make me do some arduous task, obviously). At one point I noticed the propellors on a few of the airplanes were in wacky alignments. Now, it should be known that previously I had seen another of the maintenence guys reposition a propellor with his hand so that it was perfectly horizontal. So, of course I wanted to do the same, so I walked around and fixed all the propellors that way.

A couple hours later, me and another janitor were standing in the gift shop talking to some people and then Ron(the janitor) says, "Did you see who did that?" to someone. They reply, "Do what?" Ron says, "Someone went around the hangar and turned all the damn propellors horizontally. Those Damn Docents I'm gonna kill them, don't they know that's gonna make it pump oil?" So I'm like, "Yea! Those darn docents" and quickly walked away to go find something to do. Whoops.

A Lesson in Purchasing a Car

Further evidence that one cannot usually trust a car salesman, and in this case, two car salesmen.You see, my dad has this ridiculous obsession with buying cars more often than he should. In fact, in the twenty-six years of his married life, he has averaged ONE car per YEAR. The man likes to lease cars. His latest desire, a 2006 Nissan Murano SUV, has been hard to come by so far. The local dealership here in Kalamazoo, which employs a longtime friend of my dad's dropped the ball on trying to find the right kind he wanted, and refused to attempt to acquire just that car from an Indianapolis dealership. My dad, ever the opportunist, decides to drive down there and get it himself. And I went with him.
400 Miles of AM Talk Radio, Gas Station snacks, a bizarre Indiana McDonald's, and NPR later, we arrive at the dealer, with the wimpy salesman waiting at the door for us like an excited schoolboy waiting for the start of summer vacation. So, the people were taking forever preparing the car, and we're getting more suspicious by the moment. And of course, our sales guy Robert, like all car salesmen, has absolutely no power over anything. He has to go report to these two manager guys every time he has a question from us. They finally get the car out, and they quickly get us in it and out testing it on the state highway. Everything was find until we got back to the dealership. In that time the salesman had told us that just before we'd arrived he was told that the car was actually a demo car that was used by a manager for a period of time. (Note: "Period of time" later came to be known as 4500 dang miles). While inspecting the car after the test drive, we find the following: A cracked tail light, dirty leather seats, scuffed dashboard, scratched paint, chips in the hood, dirty wheels. New car my ass. My dad told the salesman to shove his deal up his ass and we left right then. Quite a depressing drive back home, and quite a waste of my day off.

The Prodigal Bunk Returns

I've resurrected my mad blogging skills on this new site and it will be better than ever. Behold, the best damn blog in the.....neighborhood? Nation seems a little presumptuous...