Friday, July 29, 2005

Funny Stuff Part 2

Ok.. so Micro$oft came out with Virtual Earth to complete with Google's Earth.

Here is something interesting.

Apple Inc, located at Infinite Loop, Cupertino, CA does not exist in Virtual Earth!!

See for yourself...

Google's Version
Micro$oft's Version

I think Bill Gates is showing the world what it would look at when he rules the world.

Thursday, July 28, 2005

What's a workplace without workers?

The dates that I picked (my wife did all of the planning, so I really should say she picked) to go to Japan were driven by two factors: Cherry Blossom and two co-worker’s maternity leave. My manager specifically wanted me to go before they go on maternity, and it’s understandable. The less people out, the less disruption to the operation. During the two weeks I went, two people were out of the office.

Tomorrow, aside from the two people who are (still) on maternity leave. We have two front desk receptionists, one file clerk, one back office administrator and one temporary personnel all out for one reason or another. That is SEVEN people out (counting the two on maternity leave), in a 13 people office. Ok… so that’s only one day.. right?

All of next week, one front desk receptionist, one back office administrator, one temporary personnel AND the manager are gone… That is SIX people out.. of an 13 people office. 46% of the staff, nearly half… gone for a week…

Remind me again, WHY I brother to give a shit about this place, and why I took those days off specifically so that no one will be burdened with my workload (which no one did because when I came back, my big pile of work got BIGGER).

Right… that damn mortgage…

While I am on the topic, let me rant some more. There is an old fart in our department. Who has been here since Burger King was a prince. He decided that since he gets like 4 times the vacation time any of us gets due to his years of service, he would take time off around every major holiday. And my manager approved them all. He did it this year and requested it for all of next year… Look, I know you have the vacation and I know you are entitle to take it.. Can you be a little considerate and leave some slots open for other people?

Although… now that I think about it… my manager apparently doesn’t give a shit how many people go on leave at a given time, so I can just go whenever… rather other people are on leave or not…right?

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Funny Stuff

I been spending a bit of time playing around with Google's Earth and I found this... (click on the images for a bigger view)

This is a map of Chicago's O'hare International Airport:



You can barely make it out, but around the 1 o'clock position, NE of the airport.. there is a very particular building.

I will give you 3 guess as to what store this is ^_^




Too funny

Monday, July 25, 2005

Free Starbucks Doubleshot

Go to www.doubleshot.com

sign up and get a coupon for a free can of Starbucks doubleshot espresso drink.

Yay!

(Aarwenn, this is not considered fancy coffee) =P

Friday, July 22, 2005

Interview

1) If you could have coffee with one famous person, who would it be?

I would have to say Hemingway. I would love to get to know the depressed mindset of this famous author.

2) Which other country would you most like to live in?

Japan. I loved how everything was when I visited there. The culture is so refreshingly different. Everything is so laid back.

3) What song reminds you of a person from your past you'd like to see again?

There are a lot of songs that reminds me of the past, like Cypress Hill’s Insane in the brain, SWV’s Weak and scores of love songs from back in the days. But that’s history I am not interested in re-visiting.

I guess the one song I would have to say is Vitamin C’s Graduation. This song came out years after I graduated. But the lyrics always reminded me of Jen B. We have known each other for 16 years now. We hung around different crowds of people and did different things. We always managed to get together and shoot the bulls. After high school, we occasionally get together, but our very different priority pulled us further apart. She went off to the Air Force and got back about a year ago. She still to this day calls me Kuya (Tagalog for brother) and her mother treats me like the son that she never had. Funny thing about timing. I just saw her this weekend, to help her install a car stereo… I think I need to go out with her more and catch up with her.

4) What's your favorite time of day, and, of course, why?

My favorite time of the day is 7pm – 9pm and 4:30am – 7:00am or any other time I get to go to sleep… sleep is an ultra-rare commodity my life.

5) What are the best and worst things about living in San Francisco?

I love the fog. I used to drive 400+ miles a day.. and every evening when I come home, seeing the fog-covered Golden Gate Bridge is the city’s way of welcoming me back home. I also love the weather here. Not too hot, not too cold. But the last few years we have had some super hot and super cold days…

One of worst thing about San Francisco is the reputation and it’s denizens. Like I mentioned, I like the cool weather here. But every time it gets ultra hot, people would say how great the weather is… and I would always respond with, if I wanted hot weather, I would have moved to L.A. These same people would complain about the heat the very next day.

Don’t get me started on the forty-whiner and the Gaints fans… They are think they are so much “classier” than others…

This city has a reputation for being the melting pot, for being so diverse. Truth is like everywhere else, people are only nice to you if you think along the same way they do.

I also hate the reputation that the city has for being so liberal. I hate extremists and that is what San Francisco has become in the recent years. We are like the Berkeley of the 60’s. Anti-War protest. Critical Mass, there is like a rally every month. It’s like people here believe it is ok to be a nuisance.

so... if you want to be interviewed by me, follow these little instructions:
1. leave a comment below saying "interview me."
2. I will then ask you five questions, each person's will be different.
3. you update your journal/blog with the answers to the questions.
4. you include this explanation and an offer to interview others in the same post.
5. then, when others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions and on, and on, and...

Thursday, July 21, 2005

White-Collar vs Roughneck

So I been contemplated for a while now and I am just as confused as ever.

As some of you already know, I have two jobs…

One of them is a white-collar 9-5 office job, and the other is a graveyard shift roughneck job.

The white-collar work pays ok, must more than my roughneck job… (but the last fact finding by the courts found that our wages lag some 24% behind market rate). It has mediocre health and dental benefits (I have to pay a very small amount into the plan and the coverage is… decent), and a decent pension/retirement plan.

The roughneck job pays crap (although, if I stay around for 10 or so years, I will get paid 20 some-odd bucks an hour). It has GREAT benefits (Health, Dental, Life and everything else all paid for, and the coverage is twice as good as that of the other job), and a great pension/retirement plan.

The white-collar work is seemingly dead-end-ish. There are plenty of opportunities to move around. But for someone without a college education, moving up is highly unlikely.

The roughneck job is dead-end-ish too. But I am in a very short list to be promoted to a position where I use a little more brains and a lot less muscles. Problem is once I get into this position, I will probably be stuck in it, till I quit this job. Unless I become full time or a supervisor…

So here is my dilemma. I am also tired from the lack of sleep, which makes me always grumpy. Coupled that with my short fuse (which is getting longer as I grow older), it is not a pretty picture. Due to this, my relationship with my wife is suffering. I really need to work on that… And I am in the middle of getting my own business off the ground. One, which I am certain, will need some of my attention. Dare I cut in to my 4 hours of daily sleep?

Part of me want to quit the white-collar job. Then I can spend day light talking to my customers, taking care of things that can only be taken care of when the sun is out. And just rely on the roughneck job for benefits.

Part of me want to quit the roughneck job, because what if my business fails? And the service I plan to provide my clients will in the evening. Won’t it make more sense to just go to 9 – 5 job, work as much as I can before I go home and get 8 hours of sleep? But the benefits from the white-collar job is just mediocre…

And when a good friend of mine finish up his auto-mechanics training, we plan to open a shop, and that would have to be in the mornings.. would be great to have to roughneck job to fall back on to provide my family with health insurance.

Or maybe I should just keep both jobs and stop thinking so much… after all, neither one of them pay me enough to think…

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

More timewasters

Check out Planarity and Tontie.

Be forewarn, Planarity is *highly* addictive.

We adopted a new kitty

There is a black cat that has been hanging around our backyard. Being a feral, he (unconfirmed sex, but we both decided that he is... well, male) runs away anytime anyone goes into the backyard. We don't really want to catch it, we just enjoy having his company. It is nice to see him out there when I come home from work, or watching him bask in the sun on a sunny afternoon. I decided to "adopt" him and name him Boston.

Angel had this site up in her blog...

I found it quite disturbing... how anyone can do anything to such harmless creatures...

Friday, July 15, 2005

Young Man and the Sea

We all know the story of The Old Man and the Sea by Pulitzer and Nobel Prize winner Ernest Hemingway. If not.. go buy it and read it...

Here is a story/video of the modern version. (it takes a bit for the video to load.)

So the score thus far:

Yet Santiago 1,
Marlin 1,
Stephen Schultz 0

Thursday, July 14, 2005

Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince

Harry Potter is coming out.. woot..

Isn't this the cutest picture? ^_^



Of course, following the whole AD&D footstep, the pope claims this is the work of the devil!!! designed to "erode Christainity in the soul"
Oh, Purleaze
I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone
I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of broken dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk alone
I walk alone I walk alone
I walk alone and I walk a-

My shadows the only one that walks beside me
My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Till then I'll walk alone

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Memo to the family dog

I found this off the net, enjoy:

Dear Dogs,

The dishes with the paw print are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note: Placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not automatically stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.

The hallway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the other end is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help either because I fall faster than you can run.

I cannot buy anything bigger than a king-sized bed. I'm very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort. Dogs can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I'm also aware that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximise space is nothing but sarcasm.

For the last time, there is no secret exit from the bathroom. If, by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for many years - canine attendance is not mandatory.

The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog's butt. I cannot stress this enough!

To pacify you, my dear pets, I have posted the following message on our front door:

Rules for Non-Pet Owners Who Visit and like to Complain About Our Pets

1. They live here. You don't.

2. If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture (that's why they call it "fur"niture.)

3. To you, it's an animal. To me, he/she is an adopted son/daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and doesn't speak clearly. Dogs are better than kids... they eat less, don't ask for money all the time, are easier to train, usually come when called, never drive your car, don't hang out with drug-using friends (unless the cat that also lives here has a cat-nip addiction, but that won't kill him/her). They don't smoke or drink, don't worry about having to buy the latest fashions, don't wear your clothes, and don't need a gazillion dollars for university - and if they get pregnant, you can sell the children.
Runny nose and runny yolk
Even if you have a cold still
You can cough on me again
I still havent had my fulfill

In the someday, what's that sound?

Broken heart and broken bones
Think of how a castrated horse feels
One more quirky cliched phrase
You're the one I wanna refill

End this someday, what's that sound?

Most people don't realize
That two large pieces of coral,
Painted brown, and attached to his skull
With common wood screws can make a child look like a deer

Monday, July 11, 2005

World of Rules

I realized just how many rules we have to live by..

Some of them if you break, lands you in jail. Like running someone over with your car...

others are unspoken rules that if you break, people will look at you weirdly and talk shit behind your back Like farting in an elevator... the kind that is loud... and deadly...

Some of the rules are totally unknown, but forced upon by people who has power over you. I mean.. getting fired because you are blogging? and that is just one of MANY examples... hell, blogger.com actually has and article titled, "How Not to Get Fired Because of Your blog" WTF

I find that you simply can not say anything about anyone anymore.. this world has become so fuckin politically correct. Of course, that only works when it comes to them. These same people who look at you with disdain are free to say and do whatever they want. They are free to infringe on my "freedom" and ask me to do things way out of my established boundaries

We lived in such a fuck-ed up world... we are rewarded for how socially adept they are and not how technically efficient we are. Fucked up world...

Meanwhile, take a look at these pictures… The original link that I found went dead.. but I found another mirror of it... it cheered me up a bit..

Thursday, July 07, 2005

ANNOUNCEMENT: I have no patience

That's right, I have no patience when it come to stupid people. And no, I don't like to explain something more than 15 times.

I was told today, by someone whose opinion actually matters to me that I need to be more patient. Are you fuckin’ kidding me? I have to be more patient with people who have no patience with me? Is that why when I fuck up; people are on me like white on rice? Why the fuck am I judged by such a higher standard? WTF

I tried explaining to someone at work how MY filing system works. It might not be the best system, but it makes sense and it works. The filing system separates files according to the particular stage of the work that it is in and than it is broken down further. So there are PENDING, TO BE PURGE, APPROVED, SCHEDULE and so forth. And if I ever need to grab out all the pending ones or all the approved ones, I can. That’s why it is broken down that way.

Now I tried explaining to this someone numerous times since she has been here the four months she's been here. Each time, I was met with resistance and interruption. Ok… fine… you stinkin, dumb-ass COW. Don’t fuckin ask me next time.

Today she said, “I cannot find this file”, I go to the SCHEDULED files and found it in less then 5 seconds, right where it was suppoed to be. I tried again to explain to her how the filing system is and she had the nerve to tell me she already looked there, twice.

Bitch… look harder! We have medical, dental and vision coverage here, use it and buy some glasses. Your stupid ass defensive statement implies in some way it was misfiled. Yes, you stupid bitch, I purposely hid it because I like working with you so much that I would actually WANT you to come to me to converse with me. And when you do ask me where it is, I magically pull it out of my ass and give it to you, so I can be the hero in your eyes. Oh PURLEASE, STFU and leave me alone.

And if a file is on a certain drive on a server, and you map the drive. You refer to the file by the file name. NOT the letter of the drive you map the drive to. You might have mapped it K: but mine is actually G: and by saying “it’s on the K: drive” doesn’t actually tell me shit. There is 8 GIGs of files on that drive. The file you are “referring” to is only 2 and a half megs. That is just as stupid as me saying, “The road I drove to work is parked in the parking lot” and then proceed to say, “my road need an oil change” or “my road is making a funny sound when I turn left”. Does that make any sense to anyone?

And it is NOT ok to call it whatever the fuck we want; there are rules to the English language. We agree that a certain word associate to a specific thing! Starting today, I am going to call bananas "oranges" and see how many times I get corrected. Then I am going to tell them they need to be more patient and that I can it call it whatever the fuck I want.

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

Actions, reactions and consequences

I notice now that I am all grown up, thing are no longer fair. Now, I know that life has never been, is not and probably will never be fair. Personally, I have made every effort in making it fair for those around me, or else I would be a hypocrite. So why is it that people, who all know that life isn’t fair, who all hate the fact that life isn’t fair, continue on this destructive, just plain stupid practice.

I went to my wife’s uncles for a family barbeque. Her uncle has two kids, one is 8 and the other is 3 (I think…). I have never really played with them, I don’t really believe in going “gaa gaa” over someone else’s kids. Not because I am a guy, it is because I believe it create a sense of negative attention (it’s hard to explain). And then of course I don’t believe in taking care of someone else’s kids (read “problems”) in a family gathering. Should see the way my wife’s aunt dump her kids on their 20-something cousins and my wife. Did I mention this is the aunt once said “ten to never” (I think that is the correct phrase) when my wife asked when she could baby-sit the kids. My wife seems to forgive and forget that particular incident. But again, that’s another story for another time.

I digress… So on the 4th, we are all over the house, some are outside eating, others are playing pool, and some are watching the Giants game, which I am happy to announce they lost, again. The younger one of the two kids took a puzzle out and started playing it on the floor. I wasn’t doing anything in particular at that time, so I sat down and started playing with her.

My sister-in-law saw us and decided to make a big deal out of it, out came an “AWWWWWW, how cute.”(ACTION) And everyone started looking at me. I was not happy at this time cause 1) I did not want the extra attention, and 2) I quite frankly did not think it was that big of a deal… did I mention I hate the extra attention? Now I understand that most wouldn’t even understand where I am coming from, but I am the guy in a party that is happy sitting in the corner, w/ a 12 pack of coke and be happy to just watch everyone.

Anyways, I reacted, and now in hindsight, poorly and said, “just leave me alone”(REACTION). I further gave my wife the “don’t you dare” look when she picked up the camera. She must have misinterpreted the look, as the “I am so in love with you” and “I am having the time of my life” look cause she took a picture anyways.

As we are going home, we talked a bit about it and I was trying to explain to her that none of it would have happened if her sister did not open her mouth. Just think, in a parallel university where her sister minded her own business. The kid would have been done with the puzzle in like 3 minutes and left and do something else (god bless short attention spans).

All of a sudden, I noticed that not matter how I felt at that moment and how I try to reason with my wife, the only right thing to do was to smile, blunt the joke everyone would have dished out and smile some more. And then I realized just how unfair my life has become… how unfair life is for an able-bodied person.

If two kids are in a room, and one kid decided to pull the hair-tie off of the other’s hair (ACTION). And the other kid starts crying (REACTION). Who will most likely be disciplined here? Right, the first kid.

Now, let’s look at real life examples, when I was younger. I was driving down the street one day and a man and his wife hollywood stop thru a stop sign in their nice German car. They were making a left into a lane I was in (ACTION); I was already in the intersection when they did this, so I honked. As I was passing them, the man flipped me off. Now, being young, and full of energy (read rage) I jumped out of the car and confronted the finger wielder (REACTION). Who at this point is sulking in the safety of his car. So what happened next? Driver-bys are yelling at me, because I am holding up traffic. So wait a second… He did something wrong and illegal.. I reacted to it.. and I am getting yelled at? And who’s going to yell at the fuckers who are yelling at me? For they are reacting to my action…

But back to the question at hand. When do we judge people’s reactions and people’s actions? And if people’s reactions are unacceptable, and the actions that caused the reactions are equally unacceptable, at whom do we get mad??

I had an uncle, who was a man of little words. A man whom I admire, more than anyone else in the world. I think he taught me a lesson by example. The less words you say, the less people will get mad at you. I am the doormat of the world, walk on me please.

Friday, July 01, 2005

In a slump...

As I mentioned in my last post, it has been one of those weeks. I go through these periods of time where I just don’t feel like doing anything, I just want to crawl into bed, curl up into a ball and hibernate. My body is tired, my mind is sluggish and my temperament is just foul. I literally have to force myself to get out of bed, go through the motions and get to work and pretend to be productive.

I think some of it has to do with motivation. I found that in those periods, I feel unappreciated. I feel the monotony set in and often question if it is all worth it. I come home from work to see the mess that is waiting for me to clean and the dire repairs that are needed to be work on. But all of which requires three things I just don’t have, money, time and energy (Yes, my laziness here play a big role on why the house is always a mess).

I am somewhat looking forward to this weekend. My wife and I got a new bed and it will (keeping fingers crossed) be delivered this weekend.. We decided to indulge ourselves by purchasing a more expensive bed, mainly for health purposes and because 90% of the time I spend in the house is on the bed. There will be a barbeque at my wife’s uncle’s house. I don’t really fit in with her side of the family, but I enjoy being at most parties because the men are super hilarious when they are drunk, and at least a couple of them get drunk every gathering. Finally, I am getting some much-needed sleep (on the new bed). Maybe I will finish my book, The Second Summer of the Sisterhood. (I don’t even want to hear about it, I read the first one and it was… interesting).

On the side note, I brought some tickets to a Giants vs Dodgers game. I purchases it through a ticket-resell program on the San Francisco Giants website. Two years ago, as a birthday present, she brought a pair of tickets to a Giants vs Dodgers game. Well, the strangest thing happened. The two sets of tickets are identical. Same section, same row, same seats... I had NO idea until she pointed it out... What the chance of THAT happening?