Workplace Pathetic


So, I started my new job back in May of this year, and I was kind of excited to get started with this team because it was a change from the everyday melodrama that was everyday life.

After the first month things seemed to be all good and well.  We all got along, the guys seemed to be hard workers, they showed up everyday and training went great; but once I was comfortable with the layout of the job and the scope of my duties, reality set in.

Both of the guys I work with are burned out and really don’t want to be here.  They, along with my supervisor, have informed me that they aren’t all that happy.

One of the guys I work with has been here for 15 years, the other has been here for 6, and the things they have had to put up with would drive even the most patient person in the world to the point of indifference and unconcern.  Both really don’t like their jobs, but they show up everyday and do as little as they can.

When I started this job, I was led to believe in the interview as well as conversations during training that we were a team and would be splitting the workload and that isn’t happening.

Our supervisor and I had a talk a few weeks ago about this very thing, but instead of venting and complaining, I casually mentioned that I seem to be doing more than the other two and that I would appreciate it if they would do a little more.  During our conversation he said something that I found to be strange and a bit hypocritical.

He mentioned that before I came on board, he had three employees and one of the guys was carrying more weight than the other two.  Basically, the completed request ratio was around 10 requests to every 3 or four for the other two guys on the team.  This went on for about four years and eventually the guy complained about it to our supervisor, but even after talking with the other two and trying to balance the workload, the discrepancy never changed.

So, he knew for some time that both guys I work with are burned out and then he informs me that even though he knew that, he still made the decision when I started back in May to take one of them off the requests that come in so only two of us would be handling the workload.  Myself and one of the guys who doesn’t carry his weight.

His purpose for that was because the guy didn’t really want to do it anymore and my supervisor needed a backup for all the work he does, so he figured taking him off the request list would be the best way to fix that problem.

Sooooo…you have a team of three people.  One guy is doing more work than the other two and gets burned out.  He complains that the workload isn’t being distributed fairly, the other two don’t care.  One of them quits.  You hire someone as a replacement, then take ONE employee off the workload and leave the new person along with one of the remaining people who are proven not to carry their weight to divide the work between two people.

Does that sound logical?

scratching head

Yeah…it left me scratching my head because I don’t find that logical at all.  I find it pathetic!

You only have three employees!  How in the world do you figure that removing one of them from the workload is going to balance the workload when one of the two doesn’t really want to carry their weight?

Isn’t that like being stuck in a revolving door?  I mean someone’s eventually going to get burned out again, and sadly, that someone happens to be me.

And what’s even more sad?

This is just the tip of the iceberg.


Pathetic!  That I’m looking for another job after being in this one for only 6 and a half months.

(I’m so damn tired…)







What I Learned Branding Cattle


A number of years ago I went cattle branding and the rancher was trying to separate a heifer from her calf.  I, being new to this event, found it interesting that he happened to pick me out of the group and gave me instruction to stand on his right with my arms extended out to the sides with these final instructions:  “Whatever she does (the heifer) … Don’t Move!”   

So I stood there, as instructed, with my arms out to my sides waiting for whatever was about to come.  

I can honestly say that I was clueless to what was going on and didn’t really expect much.  I figured the rancher knew what he was doing and the cow would just obey.  

Boy, howdy was I wrong! 

As I stood there in position, the rancher suddenly, and without much warning, made a quick move towards the heifer and her calf, clapping his hands and hollering out.

Did the heifer just stand there?  Did she move out of the way so the rancher could corral the calf?   Nope!  She lowered her head, looked directly at me, then charged.

It’s safe to say that at that very moment I was afraid for my life, so as any intelligent moron would do, I immediately started to make my way to the side of the pen; but the rancher, seeing that I was about to leave my post once again yelled, “DON’T MOVE!!”    

So, reluctantly, with a 600+ pound cow about to send me into orbit, I regained my composure and did as the rancher instructed.  Just then and to my surprise (and relief) the heifer turned tail and ran through the pen door leaving her calf behind.

When it was all said and done, I asked the rancher why she didn’t finish the charge and he said…

“That cow doesn’t know how big she is.  She doesn’t know her own strength and because you had your arms out she thought you were bigger.  However, (he said with a smirk) if she knew that she outweighed you by 500 pounds, you would’ve been in some serious trouble.”  Then he laughed . . . (I wasn’t laughing.)

Basically, what the rancher was conveying is that cows are ignorant to their own size and strength, and the same can be said about the people all over the world.  We don’t know our own size and strength.

Today, we see the ranchers take on many forms.  They can be groups from the left wing or right wing, political leaders, those with money or the radical slaughter house workers who want to inflict fear and pain on the weak and feeble (i.e., the islamic state of stupidity).

The cattle, on the other hand, are the citizens who just want to live a quiet and tranquil life and provide for the well being of their families.  Problem is that most of them sit around chewing their cud (gossiping) and bellowing out pathetic rhetoric about how bad things are, but they never want to actually do anything to change the problems.  Instead, they put their faith and trust in the ranchers who, mind you, only have one thing in mind: sending the cattle to slaughter.

But just think…

If the cattle knew how much power they actually had, if they knew just how much they outweighed the ranchers, wouldn’t things be drastically different?

People are the same in every single nation around the world.  If they knew their own strength, if they knew just how powerful they really are, they would stand up for what they believe in and fight the good fight.  If someone attacked them and their nation, they wouldn’t wait for their political leaders to come to their aid, but instead would rise up; strong and courageous, fighting to the death to save their homes and provide a better life for their children.  Showing the world that they must respect their strength.  That they are a force to be reckoned with.  

Truth be told, Ranchers will always run the ranch, but when the cattle are strong and know their own power and strength, the rancher has to respect that power and strength or they’ll be in serious trouble.   

Cattle who don’t know their own strength are awfully pathetic.



Under My Skin


Bahhh!   Okay, one more!   Someone got under my skin, and I need to vent before I punch the wall!  

For those of you who don’t believe in God or the fact that a supreme being could actually create the world and everything in and around it, I’d like for you to take a second and look at your hand.  

Just look at it. 

Look at the front, back, and sides of it.  

Now, if you can, wiggle your fingers…

Okay now consider this…After billions and billions of years of evolving THAT’S the best you can do?  

I mean, seriously…why didn’t your species evolve more fingers?  Wouldn’t six or seven fingers help you hold on to things better?   How about longer, skinnier ones, or shorter stubbier ones for that matter?   

And What about your arms?  Why only two?  Why didn’t you evolve five or seven or eight arms over the course of billions of years?   I mean, humanity has to carry things and wouldn’t  more arms help with that?  

And what about your heart.  Why in the hell didn’t you evolve a heart that would never stop beating?   Or Blood cells that wouldn’t clot?   Or a brain that would never fail?  Or hair that wouldn’t fall out or grow in places it really shouldn’t grow?  

Better yet, why haven’t humans over the course of billions and billions of years of evolution figured out a way to never form addictions, get sick and . . . parish the thought . . . die?   

I’ll tell you why…

BECAUSE EVOLUTION NEVER HAPPENED you pathetic waste of bovine flesh!!!!  

Truth is, God created humans with two arms.  Two legs.  One heart.  One mind.  It’s been that way since the beginning of humanity and it’s not going to change!  

Also, because of sin entering into the world humans and animals get sick…we get addicted to things and we can never change the course of humanity. . .eventually all humans and animals will die.  

Don’t believe me?   

Just stop by your local hospital, retirement home, morgue or cemetery and you’re sure to run into someone sick, dying, dead or decomposing.   The reason…because if you sin…you die. And that’s God’s justice.   


Humans sin = Humans die.   That’s the punishment for disobedience.  I don’t care how much you hate it.  I don’t care how much you don’t like it.  I don’t care how much you don’t agree with it.  I don’t care how much you want to argue it.  It’s the cold, hard truth (no pun intended).

Evolution is just a way for some pathetic metronome to spout off their idiotic belief that humans actually have some control over their own existence, which is a lie.  

They choose to believe in a bunch of gases that always existed, mind you, in a place that was void of wind but somehow, managed to swirl around in a very large, open space and then when they all gathered in the right spot at JUST the right moment, the gases were able to explode when there was absolutely ZERO light or heat to trigger said combustion and then after the giant explosion, somehow were able to start rotating in a swirling motion. . . again, void of wind . . . and then miraculously formed the planets and moons and stars and all life as we know it.     

THAT, my dear cattle, is the biggest fairy tale that was ever told and people have bought into it thinking that it’s easier to believe than trusting and believing in a Spiritual, all-knowing, ever-present, all-powerful God who created the world, all the planets, stars and moons as well as all life in six days.  

I’m not saying the big bang never happened…because it did…but it happened because God said these four words that caused it to happen:  “Let”  “There”  “Be”  “Light”.   Without those words and without God, nothing would have ever come into existence.

Bovine who believe humans evolved over billions and billions of years and can’t grasp the idea that God is real and created the World in six days are pathetic fools.    

Yoga Pants


Once again the internets has not failed in providing a heaping dose of pathetic for me to write about.  

As the title states, today’s subject…  Yoga Pants.  

I ran across an article out there on the world-wide-web of social injustice that does a superb job of revealing the ignorance and stupidity of not only the person who wrote it, but also the teen-aged princess that wants to have her name in lights for all the world to recognize that she, among other things, got a ring in her nose! 

Of course that’s never mentioned by her or the moron who wrote the article, but after reading the article I’m beginning to wonder if that wasn’t the real motive behind the protest.  

The true nature of the article is that this little prima donna is… like, all in a tizzy … beeee cuzzzz … ummmm … liiiike … the school has … like … a policy? …  that won’t, like  …  let girls wear yoga pants as … like … uh … you know? … like … pants.  

Interesting item that I’d like to point out, however, is that in the article (that was poorly edited, mind you) the girl is initially quoted that her reason behind the protest is because the “Cape Cod Technical High School unfairly body-shames female students.” 

And then later in the article, she states “Many of us think that it is because it’s considered more of a distraction to boys…” and then she posted “First Day = Yoga Pants!  Shouldn’t have to pay…because some boys can’t ‘control’ themselves.” on her social-I-want-my-way-and-will-throw-a-temper-tantrum-until-you-give-me-what-I-want page.

Mind you . . . the school never said that yoga pants were strictly prohibited.  They only recommended that if a student should happen to wear yoga pants, they should be worn under a skirt or shorts; as an accessory, not as regular pants.  They also mentioned that the reason for their rule is because they, as an institution, are “attempting to help prepare students for the future, which includes giving them soft skills that employers seek, one being: awareness of appropriate dress for appropriate venues.”  

Now, please understand.  My personal preference is that I enjoying seeing certain women (who can pull it off) wear yoga pants because they accentuate their “assets” of which I enjoy viewing. . . HOWEVER . . .  If I had a daughter, I’d do my best to make sure that she wore the yoga pants under something that would cover her area of marital visitation.  

The reason is because sometimes yoga pants have a tendency to reveal outlines of areas that immature little boys (age not withstanding) will joke and talk about which can result in little girls (age also not withstanding) developing complexes over.   

The truth is, wearing yoga pants can’t be pulled off by every girl/woman/lady out there.  It’s like spandex biker shorts on men…some guys just have WAYYY too much package to wear that kind of thing in public and it just shouldn’t be done!  

Actually…side note:  Men!  It’s never okay to wear spandex biker/running shorts as just shorts.  That’s just wrong on so many levels.  I don’t care what the Nike slogan says,  just DON’T do it.

wow! … okay … so, where was I?


blah…blah…blah…yoga pants, spandex biker shorts are pathetic. 





Driving is Hard


Today is Pathetic Wisdom Wednesday, however, before I post that I feel it necessary to get something off my chest.

Every morning I start my commute around 6:30 AM, and most mornings are fairly easy going, but these past two weeks have been a struggle.  

Not because I don’t want to go to work, but rather… because cattle obviously DON’T KNOW HOW TO DRIVE!!!  

Now, I understand that cattle were never meant to be behind the wheel of an automobile, they were meant to provide leather, meat and milk to the masses.  And perhaps that is why none of you can figure out that tailgating is not the same thing as drafting.  Red lights actually mean that you’re supposed to come to a complete stop and not drive through them.  Related to that, signs that read “Stop” and “Yield” aren’t optional.  Neither are the signs that read “SPEED LIMIT”.  

Crosswalks are for pedestrians! (you know…those who are walking, running or strolling from one corner to another and they ALWAYS have the right of way!!  NOT Trucks, SUV’s, other large vehicles or sporty little cars with dumb, dorky bovine in the driver’s seat!)

Turn signals were invented to alert others around you that you plan on making a right or left turn so it’s wise to use them for such purposes.  

Road construction crews didn’t put the orange cones in the road so you could see if your truck was really a 4-wheel drive off-road vehicle.  

That no matter what lane you are in, you actually have to come to a complete stop when a school bus stops to pick up passengers and those red lights come on when that red sign that reads “STOP” is displayed.   That also goes for four-lane roadways.   Children might be crossing the street and that school bus stop becomes a crosswalk when that bus is there to pick up kids!  Most of you don’t realize this but it’s against the law to pass a school bus that has that red STOP sign displayed.  (That was probably news to 99.9% of you.)

Most of you cattle need to take drivers education all over again and learn how to be defensive drivers.   It’s really not that difficult.  

I would think that if you all drove a little safer, every single automobile accident would be prevented. 

but look who I’m talking too.  

You’re all pathetic drivers.