Tuesday, November 9, 2010

A "LEVEL PLAYING FIELD"?

"cur -mud -geon (origins unknown)
1.(archaic)a crusty,ill tempered ,churlish old man.
2.(modern) anyone who hates hypocrisy and pretense
and has the temerity to say so;anyone with the habit 
of pointing out unpleasant  facts in an engaging and humorous manner.
foreword from THE PORTABLE CURMUDGEON
a book of quotes and salty observations complied by Jon Winokur,
i am so defined and stand guilty as charged!


Aloha 2U,
SIGH.

our car radio is broken and all we get on
this cheap emergency radio is KSCO, a local Fox affliliate.
the owner and radio host were both gloating about the DIMS "Shellacking"
then the owner gave the usual Conservative claptrap about cutting the Defict
and creating a LEAN GOVT by cutting "entitlements"
like social security,Medicare,Medicaid, Food Stamps and everyhting
else the poor and elderly depend on.

they olde "Level Playing Field" argument was rolled out like some dusty zombie pony.
let me tell you about the LPF as it pertains to the "liberal SF Bay Area"
where i lived for two plus decades.
1. found out pretty damn quick which areas i could and Could NOT live,
asked around after getting a series of rejections and no call backs,and i had the ca$h!
racist bastards but at least they didn't flat out lie to my face..
2.hotel jobs
as i have mentioned i worked in a two high priceded
Union Square area hotels for almost nine years..
my first boss was a well dressed ex-cop Paranoid Alcoholic
who got fired for repeatedly hitting on the Uber Boss' blonde mistress,
despite many warnings he eventually drove her to tears.
and it cost him his job...the Director of Personnel Trish,
"Trash" behind her back as she wobbled by drunkenly
atop pricey Come Fuck Me heels,
this grotesque scrawny Punch & Judy pallid Trust Fund Baby
told me they didn't "need a new Director of Security"
i could do the job with a minor pay bump..
okay, now i was replacing both a non-cop bra less shirt open
to the belt non-cop lesbian
and my PA boss, so did...then Trash rewrote
every schedule i produced ging more hours to
her ex fireman fave who only wanted to
work a few hours NOT full time.
Trash kept on giving him more hours
until he quit..which she blamed me for.

a few weeks later FAT BOY waddled in,
a morbidly obese retired ex sheriff
as the new director of Security.
he was white breathless and florid,
again i was told they weren't hirng any Asst
which i took with my usual gracelessness...sigh.
okay, i was working full time and
going to college full time so i put up with it.
plus it paid really well, at least $15 and hour
plus profit sharing back in the 80s.
so one day this lazy dumb ass wanders into
the Security Office and intriduces himself
as the New Asst Director, so now i have
to train yet another white guiy how to be my boss.
time passes
i see him punch in but i never spot him in the lobby or on the floors
neither do the gay and pinoy guards, how odd.
maybe six seven weeks later a waitress tells me how
she spotted in in the lobby of a nearby hotel wearing their uniform!
i check the schedule and he was paid for working that nite,hmmmm.
double dipping, how  nice for him.

now the hotel had a policy that upper managemnt
had to spend the weekends there in case of
emergenices but really it was just a perk,
Security and the Engineering handled all that.,
the Uber Boss his blonde wife and blonder
mistress spent a romantic weekend there once or twice...
so once or twice FAT BOY got the perk and didn't bring his wife
took him awhile to notice that his ASST was nowhere to be found,
so natch he starts riding me about it.
like he couldn't just ask the Dumb Fuck himself?
one of the perils of competency
is that peeps thing you know Everything about the job,
which i did come close to.
so one day i was in a bad mood when he fielded this query again
and i told him where to  go...
across the street and one block down.

FAT BOY was Astonished and told Trash,
they secretly took a picture of him and
stapled it to his timecard
then they shut the back-house early
to force him to come thru the lobby and be fired.
which he did and was....

yet again i was told they didn't need an Asst..SIGH.
Trash thot herself sooo convincing" and me a fool apparently
and so two weeks later Cheatin' Catholic a notoriouosly cowardly ex cop showed up
( i had freieds on the force, esp. nabe nite cops who knew
that it they got a call from the hotel it was a legit beef and
bring handciffs cuz some motherfucker was going ta jail. )
i had what is know as Street Cred among cops,whores and crazies...
anyway C-C turned out to be both lazy and a coward
who was Never around when u needed him, i found out why later...
a Nicaraugan woman ran the hotel laundry in the basement next to Security
and one day her eldest son showed up for a summer job, no biggie
i can work with anyone not on crack,boozing outta cotrol
or terminally stupid  USUALLY.
his Mom was cool so i went easy on him, showed him around
and he Took Notes which showed he was no dummy and
the waitresses hormones all went on High Alert as he was handsome
in his gold neckchains and jewelry...so i told him to wander around, find the Detex
punch keys on his own,which he did.
he came back a bit later,puzzled.
he'd found a couple of employees
screwing in one of the suite/confrenece rooms.
okay, that was actually normal for both str8s and gays
not to mention drug dealing and purchases.his
Mom had warned him to always Be Discrete
so when the woman saw him he'd backed out discretely.
i asked for descriptions and he gave good ones
esp."short bald tanned bulbous nose,loud grunting"
so i responded that Ms.X was the Asst Director of Catering
and C-C was his new boss.(MS X who i was eying for a minor fling myself,
later came and apolojized for disappointing me and herslelf,
she quit soon thereafter, hotel staff can be viscious gossips & a good source of info)

the way i knew he was Catholic is that one Xmas
his wife came to the holiday party and was stunned
to learn the Knights of Columbus group met on Saturdays
NOT the Wednesdays her cheatin spouse had told her for years,
can i get an amen somebody?
so C-C took my days off forcing me to mid week
meaning i had NO days where i didn't have to be anywhere,
despite him i graduated Cum Laude,so there.
SPEAKING OF XMAS, GOT THE PERFECT GIFT ONE YEAR AS
FAT BOY AND TRASH WERE CAUGHT FUCKING 
IN THE WIDE OPEN TRASH-ROOM BY FAT BOY'S CURIOUS WIFE .
THIS WAS ODD SINCE TRASH HAD AN OFFICE
THAT LOCKED LESS THAN 20 FEET AWAY AND
THE HOTEL HAD MAYBE 12% OCCUPANCY
SO THERE WERE PLENTY OF ROOMS AVAILABLE,
(BOTH SECURITY AND ENGINEERING HAD PASSKEYS TO EVERYTHING).

i chortled with delight as both were summarily fired,
then C-C became my boss and was useless,as expected.
so i went to another newer 1000 room hotel where i met The Mirage
and another trust fund baby, his hobby was restoring wrecked
Porsches near his Nob Hill abode,there was also a
coke pipeline which ran ran str8 from Columbia up his nose,
he was the pissy kinda rich snob who was sooo whacked
out he NEVER read the nitely reports we worked so deligently on
and so was constantly surpised as the morning meetings,
which hethen  took out his frustration on us with whacky
commanda and promise of COMP TIME for all the unpaid OT we put in.
NOBODY EVER GOT A CENT,INSTEAD WE ALL GOT FIRED
OVER SOME PETTY SHIT OR OTHER, which were his marching
orders as he told The Mirage b4 he fired her too.

that is the LPF from my perspective,
had other jobs when younger where you
had to fuck the crabby grabby shrew of a boss
to get a raise, NO THANX.

BTW
one of the signs of a true sociopath is
a LACK OF TRUE COMPASSION
they can mimic it but as SOUL MATE calls it,
in some of us THE BULLSHIT DETECTOR
GOES OFF & WE ARE NOT AMUSED.
Mad Tea Party anyone?

all i know is wahts out there,et tu?

namaste
mega

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