You don’t have to tell me that things are bad out there. Everyone knows that things are bad out there. Everyone is scared of losing their jobs or having the company they work for go belly up or having the fucking bank throw them out on the street. This is not even counting the stress that you feel when the grocery bill goes up and what you get keeps going down. Topple on that all the other expenses that make life possible and hell if you didn’t have a stress relief most of us would probably go nuts.

Now for I’d say 60% of us we do a little activity called DRINKING to relive stress. But now the morality police want to take that away from us and it can cost you your job to! Now I’m NOT talking about people that drink on the job, that’s just plainly stupid and they should be fired for that. I’m talking about when the working day’s over you’ve clocked out gone home changed and get with friends for a night on the town.

So you go out to your favorite bar, watering hole, club or night spot. And you have some drinks laughs and a good time. One of your friends is snapping photos and gets one or two of you haveing some drinks or dancing with someone a little more provocatively then what they showed on the Lawrence Welk show. Your friend inadvertently posts the photos to myspace or the big one facebook. The next morning you wake up you don’t have a hangover and your ready to go for the day. When you get to work you’re called into your bosses office where he tells you you’ve been fired and you notice on the screen is your facebook page!

This scenario is happening more and more across the country and espically for applicants. First off why is it any one’s business what you do when you’re off the clock. Second why are bosses so concerned with the activities of their employees when they’re off the clock! ESPCACIALLY if what they did the night before has no effect on their JOB PREFORMANCE! So what now I’m supposed to be a professional 24/7 and have no fun. Never let my hair down so that in twenty years I have a heart attack because of unreleased stress, just because someone on the morality police busted me living a little.

 Now to the people that say “You don’t need achool to relive stress” or “There are better ways of getting in a good mood than booze” I say your right you don’t need achool to relieve stress and there’s probably a few better ways. But I’ll be goddamned if a ice cold beer or rum and coke dosen’t knock the day’s edge off quicker than anything I know. Plus on that note what I do away from work and in my own PRIVATE LIFE! is really no one else’s concern but mine now isn’t it! Of course these people have  a very funny concept of privacy

So here’s what I want people to do I want them to write in and tell their congressman to get a law passed that says when people are off the clock they have the right to do what they want with their time OFF!!! Or do what I do and get people together to go out for drinks guess what your boss will probably be a drinking man himself!

Anyway that’s all i have to say

This is a very difficult question, especially in these hard times, when every other person is also laid off. But I’ve come up with some good ideas.

The first thing you do is CELEBRATE the fact that you’re not going to have to kiss THAT bastard’s ass anymore. (even if THAT bastard was sometimes, or even most of the time a pretty nice bastard.).

The second thing is very important: Call everyone you know that works in your industry and tell them that you’re laid off and ask them if they know any other companies in your industry that are hiring.

The third thing you do is even more important. PRAY like hell that they aren’t hiring…so you will have the perfect excuse not to go back to THAT fucked up hellhole.

Next, you make a list of the companies that are NOT hiring.

The fourth (this can be switched out with the first, if you chose) is: FILE FOR UNEMPLOYMENT. The list of companies that you just made will be the first ones you call in your job search.

After accomplishing those few things, it’s a snap. Take a nice long walk and enjoy your TIME and FREEDOM. (They might not last nearly long enough).

Talk to the flowers (or vegetables) in your garden, and tell them all about it. It’s o.k. to cry – they won’t tell…especially the vegetables. Vegetables are particularly adept at keeping secrets.

Make a bowl of Crispy Coated Coffee Ice cream Flakes. This is the true breakfast of champions - a cereal they have not yet come out with. The recipe for this is really quite simple and the end result is thoroughly satisfying. Get some coffee ice cream (it’s ok if you just quit drinking coffee three or four weeks ago – coffee ice cream doesn’t count as coffee, and beside, it’s special occasion). Scoop it into a very large bowl using a teaspoon, so that you get “ice cream flakes”. Pour milk over the ice cream until the bowl is full. Let sit for about one minute or less, depending on how long you can hold out; this gives the ice cream flakes they’re uniquely “crispy” texture and transforms that bowl of sugar hell into one of the most satisfying bowls of cereal you will ever eat (or drink, depending on your preference).

When you are done, go online and update your resume, scan the job listings, watch a few youtube videos, apply to a college. Prepare yourself to lose everything (it won’t hurt quite so much if you prepare in advance).

And, most importantly. Think about what is truly important. Beyond the job, the house, the car, the fancy clothes and perfect manicure, it’s the people you love. And fortunately, your boss (ex-boss) can’t take those away from you. Unless he also happens to be your ex, in which case you might need another bowl of Crispy Coated Coffee Ice Cream Flakes and a baseball bat.

P.S. I just got laid off yesterday and I can’t quite explain it, but it’s the best I’ve felt in a DAMN long time.

P.P.S. …we’ll see how long that lasts.

I would have missed out on many hours of joy if my mother had not given me a puppy (Friskers) to play with.

My teeth would still be a mess if my mother had not made me wear braces.

I would never have become a lifeguard if my mother had not arranged for swimming lessons.

I would not have become friends with many of my favorite people if my mother had not introduced me to tennis, fencing and dancing.

I would never have gone to college if my mother had not expected it.

I could go on and on…

You can see more photos by Mountain Dude at www.dporterdvd.com

Yep. It’s official. I’m having a midlife crisis.

Or…I could just be bored with life. I think the difference between being bored with life, and having a midlife crisis, falls somewhere in the realm of a cross between a time bomb, an alarm clock (that went off too late) and the sudden realization that you’ve spent an awful lot of years sitting on your ass waiting for time to pass so that you can get off work and go play. And then once you get off, you’re too d*mn tired to do all those things that you were so (once upon a time) excited to do. All those tiny little joyful words that you crammed (in miniature writing), onto three purple post-it notes stuck together and hidden under your car keys for safekeeping.

So that’s it. I am officially having a midlife crisis. I don’t hate my job; I just hate the idea of it, and the nature of it, and the everything about it of it. I thought I hated my boss yesterday, (even though I have to say he’s one of the nicest bosses I’ve ever had) but I realized I was just having …yep, you guessed it: a midlife crisis. How anticlimactic. Actually the midlife crisis was quite climactic, but in the long run, after surviving that particularly unique eight hours of hell, the crisis amounted to pretty much nothing but leftovers. I don’t know what I mean by that; it just sounded right. (That’s part of having a midlife crisis I guess: you have to just go with it.)

Anyways, on a different note, I just found out through the voracious, raucous, incestuous, pain-in-the-ass, very-heavily-breathing-down-your-neck-no matter-what-town-you-move-to-obnoxious and NOSY dental lab grapevine, that the job I quit (before I could get laid off, so that I wouldn’t have to compete with all the people I knew were going to get laid off at some point down the road) just laid off another sizeable round of people. I feel bad for them. At this stage in the dental lab game, there are not a lot of places that are hiring. Those that have jobs are hanging onto them by the skin of their teeth. (haha a dental pun. And I didn’t even try. Must be a part of the midlife crisis too).

By the way, just because we are hanging onto our jobs by the skin of our teeth, that doesn’t mean we can’t complain about them.

Something has been bothering me lately and I wonder if I’m the only one.  On occasion when I’m watching the news there will be a government-related story about some activity going on in Washington or at the White House; usually something regarding the President.  Every once in while - and it seems to be happening more frequently - the reporter will refer to the Commander-in-Chief as “Mister Obama”.  At the risk of sounding old fashioned, politically affiliated or even prudish, this bugs the heck out of me and I’ll tell you why.  No matter what you may think of those who hold the office of President of the United, it is the POSITION itself that warrants respect; enough respect, I think, that one should refer to him who holds the position as PRESIDENT OBAMA or even THE PRESIDENT. Heck, I’d even settle for MISTER PRESIDENT.  Let me be clear that I don’t think that this is a racial issue, because I’ve heard Presidents Bush and Clinton referenced in the same manner.  Let me also be clear in stating that this is in no way an endorsement of any one of these Presidents, but rather an endorsement of the highest office in the land.  Even former presidents are refered to as President “surname here”. When I was Student Body President of my High School in Arizona - no matter how much I would have loved it - I didn’t expect to be called “Mister President” or even “President Benman”.  My point?  The office that I held wasn’t worthy of that level of respect. However, when you wear a uniform for your country, earn a higher degree in medicine, education or law…or step into the Oval Office of the White House to lead the most powerful and influential nation in the world, I don’t think it’s too much to expect to be referenced according to the prestigious title that you hold…or maybe I’m over thinking it.

Mister President Benman out!

I used to be energetic, fun, loving etc… now all the good staff i have is going down due to the life I’m leading. I’m married but separated and live together. very unhealthy situation and on top of that i lost my job that really made me unhappy but I went back to school and almost done with my 2 years community college and hoping to transfer to university in fall 09 or spring 2010. I tried to get a job at grocery store or just an office clerk job b/c i have a good experience in office job or grocery job. I applied many places but it seems like i just couldn’t make it. No luck. The only positive thing i had last semester i pass all 4 transferable class with an A, that was really cool. I sometimes I feel like dating but my situation is won’t let me do that and been in relationship is a west of my time b/c the last 3 relationship i had wasn’t that great. I feel like i can be a good wife to a good man. I feel like i will feel better if i get a job where i can interact with people. just to get out and do something. Or may be a voluntary job on the field I’m studying (Business) even that i couldn’t get that.  Sometimes i think I’m depressed but i just can’t go see a doctor cause i don’t have insurance. I feel really good when i go running. I do run 2 or 3 times a week.  I do have some guy friends (just friends) but the girls have an issue all the time so i don’t have a girl friends. is there a place for me until i finish my education. I just want to do something even for free like entry level job that relate to my major (Accounting) . Is it even normal for attractive 27 year old women to just be shut off in side? is this b/c i expected too much in life? i only want to get a job and lead my life so that i can feel less of a looser. why is this so hard for ppl like me that would love to work and do something positive but it get to the point were i feel like i can’t do much b/c of the freak-in managers or supervisor rejecting my resume. The funny thing is i see people that are slow mentally have a job  ( nothing against them) but they have a job at grocery store as a bagger or what ever.

The only thing i have is my school, exercising and looking for a job. I don’t even look at guy any more off course except my friends cause I’m shut off b/c of my freak in husband who played on my emotion. I feel like I’ll be really happy if i get a job Why do we have to suffer for the ppl in the power chair screwed the economy and they get belled out and me and other ppl like me got left frustrated.

ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!

hey feel free to share Ur opinion.

You know, this economy sucks ass. I’m not saying that to be on the “in crowd” either. It really does. There’s nothing worse than having every single flippin’ person you come in contact with pissing and moaning about the economy.

Well there is one thing that I personally feel is worse: To be around rich people who are pissing and moaning about the economy. People who, for the last five to forty+ years, have been wealthy business owners who eat at fancy restaurants, stay at fancy hotels, take frequent jaunts to warm tropical climates over the weekend, buy diamonds, have nannies, expensive cars, designer clothes, fingernails that are prettier than yours (even though you’re supposed to be the woman), and who personally feel that they are the only thing alive on the planet that have been keeping the economy floating for fucking ever.

“Oh my God have mercy on us,” the masked look of horror behind their perfect tans silently screams, “They’re going to give our money to all those fat lazy bastards on welfare who are just sucking off the system, eating our hard-earned money with the silver spoon given to them at the soup kitchen.” Or ,“Holy hell, it’s goddamn socialism come home to roost right here in our proud country. America is going to hell in a hand basket! ”

You know what I say to all you rich people who are suddenly terrified at the thought of not being able to afford your god damn manicure. Fuck you. I’m sick of listening to your shit.

Some of the poorest people I know work harder than you ever have in your life. Not everyone who is poor is a lazy leach, sucking off the system. Some of them are genuinely stupid (that would have been me) trying to figure out how to get by in a place that didn’t make as much sense as it did to you, with your fancy college education paid for by mom and dad. Some of us have had bad luck and spent years trying to overcome it. Some of us made bad choices because we didn’t have the right guidance. Yes, some of us are sucking off the system, and that some of us will always find someone to suck off of whether it’s this or that, but to hear all you fancy bitches talk, you’d think the only people who had ever worked a day in their life was YOU. Big important patriotic American you.

I have a lot of friends that have been struggling for years. They work their asses off. They don’t suck off the system. I am a single mom and I know what it means to struggle. My daughters and I have lived in everything from an RV to a pole building out in the boonies which we renovated in exchange for reduced rent, to a 200 square foot gutted shack that we fixed up and lived in free in exchange for rent, to a mud house that we built ourselves and lived in exchange for rent, to a 500 square foot apartment which we actually rented with money instead of work, to a real, normal home which I finally, after working my ass off for years, was able to buy. I sucked welfare for exactly six months in all those years, and thank God for that system. I really fucking needed it at the time. The welfare system actually does a service.

I appreciate the service all you wealthy business owners do for this country as well. Thank God someone’s got it right. But it makes me just a little bit ballistic in the brain to hear you pussy assed princesses bitch, because even though things have gotten “really bad for you” you’re still getting manicures, eating at the fine restaurants that I’ve never been able to bring my daughters to, spewing about the fat lazy bastards that are about to take over your perfect world. I will fucking bet you a million dollars that if you put a very large number of those fat lazy bastards head to head with you in a who-worked-harder-in-their-life race, most of them would kick your pretty perfect-tan asses out of the ball park. Some of their hard work might even be paying for the manicure you just had.

Whew. (take a breather bitch) Sorry, But my hours are being cut (two days this week) because my boss decided he needed to redecorate the office and pass the bill on to his employees. Who fucking redecorates their office in this economy? Is there something I don’t know about being a business owner that I should know, so that when I become one I can redecorate my office, cut my employees hours, and then piss and moan about all the leeches who are about to start sucking off the system because they’re out of a job???

And what really sucks is, I had just saved up enough money to get a manicure. Fuck it.

P.S. Sorry if I offended anyone. Maybe I should take a drive in rush hour even though I don’t have to go to work today, so I can let off a little steam.

 

SUBTITLE:  

The Analysis

or (more likely)

ANAL-ization of THE COMPLAINT

 

Complaining (in and of itself) is an Act.

 

However, the Discography of THE COMPLAINT itself is an Art.  Absolutely so.  It’s shrouded in Layers of pensive Thoughts, Behaviors and Attitudes that are as individualistic as The Person who airs them.  Even each ‘Airing’ (Rant or Rave) has a Degree of Severity (not Civility) in it.  Letting lose and letting go ‘of a COMPLAINT’ is a Method of De-Stressing much like an Alcoholic finds (temporary) Comfort (Northern or Southern in Locale) in a Keg of Beer, Glass of Wine, Shot of Bourbon or  Bottle of Champagne.

 

However, Whine-ing can be short-lived and THE COMPLAINER (for the most Part) is a Constant.  Said COMPLAINT remains unleashed. The Degree of Sentimentality may be lessened.  The Emotion may be temporarily gone, but as for its Physicality, a COMPLAINT is easily discernible and is like a Pimple:  It pops out and explodes when it wants to.  Bottling up a COMPLAINT can lead to dogmatic  Internal Problems that can be costly in the long run.

 

TRACING THE COMPLAINT:

The Core Group revolves around:

 

YOU:  Your COMPLAINTS, Grudges and Maddening Experiences can range from breaking a Nail to losing Millions in an ailing Financial Downturn.

 

FAMILY:  How Family Members annoy you can be summed up in a COMPLAINT (if not more). SO much for the ‘Extended Family’ that sociologists are touting.  If you are rated as a prolifically compulsive Writer, at times like these, the Merriam-Webster Synonym Dictionary (found at www.m-w.com) comes in handy and automatically eases THE COMPLAINT.  That is:  By finding an Outlet to spill your COMPLAINT may be therapeutic.  The Act of Reading itself (as in Reading others COMPLAINTS on this Website) acts cathartically.

 

FRIENDS:  You can choose your Friends and not your Family. INSERT:  And Experts wonder why so many People (including Adults) run away from Home. To continue:   Many Friendships break up (as Marriages do) because too many COMPLAINTS are lodged against that Person, Place, Things or Circumstances that becomes too unbearable.  After a certain Point, Intolerance sets in and it just does not pay (on and for any Grounds of Sanity whatsoever) to keep The Friendship alive.

 

AT WORK:  Bosses ignite an entirely new Level for THE COMPLAINER.  With a Degree of Power in place, no one really complains about what The Boss is doing.  Jeopardizing One’s Job (especially in this precarious Job Market) is definitely Taboo and not a wise thing-to-do.  This may be the leading Reason why World Economics is as degraded as it has become the last 3-4 years.  The Leader (in any Organization) is The Boss.  The Followers (in any Organization) are the Employees. A Class System again is put into place.  The above Subjects warrant Grounds for ‘COMPLAINTS.’  After a Month passes, an Assortment of COMPLAINTS begin to build.  Blowing The Whistle on The Boss is now an Industry of its own Accord that’s seen on every TV & Radio Channel, Website & Blog across The Planet. It’s a Travesty of Justice and Goodwill when COMPLAINING does not get to do what it does best, but is breached for the Advancement of a Cunning Few.  One Party always remains that is left in Despair with solidifying COMPLAINTS. 

 

Locating an Outlet that finally filters the Air (that acts as a Purification System) is a sure-fire Way to lay a COMPLAINT to rest, even just for The Present, as many COMPLAINTS have the Tendency to occur and resurface.

 

In a post-industrialized, techno-World that began at The Turn of The 1900s, Individuals began thinking (which is Step #1 to the complete Compilation and Registering of a COMPLAINT) along these 4-Lines:

 

Am I pretty or handsome enough?

Am I slim enough?

Am I smart enough?

Am I rich enough?

 

JUMPING INTO THAT TIME MACHINE:  Back in the Days of ‘Little House on the Prairies’ of Kansas in 1850, there weren’t too many Teen Magazines to thumb through; Colleges to attend or Diet Books to peruse.  The Amount of Time “getting down, dirty, nasty and spiteful about yourself was severely limited, as Survival (defined on Page 1187, Column One of the Merriam-Webster Collegiate Dictionary ©1999)  in a new Territory was topping the TO DO List. Nothing else was of that utmost importance. Looks, Body Image, Brains or Money were not in their Top Ten List.   No petty and insignificant Acts/Actions that many (if not most) COMPLAINTS are structured around Today were posted on the TO DO List of 1850.  Their Value and Material System was plainly based on a different Set of Criteria than ours is. 

 

The Degree or Richness of a COMPLAINT is also interesting. After all, how good can a COMPLAINT be if there isn’t anything to judge it (up) against?  Would a COMPLAINT even be an Actuality if there was nothing to compare it to?  Time and Personalities are the Two (2) Factors that color a COMPLAINT and give it its Pizzazz - all the more, adding to its Dimensionality.

 

Is there not a slight Difference between COMPLAINING that the last Chocolate cream-filled Cupcake was eaten compared to a Ponzi Scheme that left a Family barren, broke, homeless and forlorn?  What’s considered serious to One Person may not be to another.  A serious COMPLAINT to one Person could be the Brunt of a Joke to another.  Besides Belief Systems, add in different Cultures, Borders and Political Parties and then, the Gamut of what is COMPLAINARY paints an entire different Picture. 

 

This Verbiage also brings up a few Questions and Facts:

 

How long does or will a COMPLAINT last?

 

How stressful can a COMPLAINT be before it garners Anxiety, a Heart Attack or Stroke?

 

And, of course, the Universal Differential that’s portrayed as COMPLAINT Severity, i.e.: 

 

Does Money buy a COMPLAINT-Free World?

 

As an Example:  Do those Individuals in Darfur (who are starving that managed to get through the Carnal Slaughter, Rape and Genocide), have time to complain.  If so, do their COMPLAINTS ever end? Whom do they complain to?   How long can they exist with this Clamor in their Lives?  Tracing a similar Plight, in the 1960s, Children in Biafra were starving.  Did their Pleas go up against Deaf Ears?  If not, then why is there such overt never-ending Poverty, Despair & Pain  in The World (now some 50 years later) if there’s Plenty of People (dealing in Goods & Services) and Organizations to complain to, whose Goal is to react in Kindness and Generosity?  How are COMPLAINTS registered at Customer Service Departments and what Percentage of COMPLAINTS are alleviated yearly? 

 

Can a COMPLAINT be heard and eased by a Greater Power than Mortal Man?  In other words, for those whose lives are based upon (a) Religion:

WWGCA:  What Would God Complain About? 

 

In other words, insulated in our own Home Units (whether it’s a Villa in the South of France, a Farm in Georgia, a Trailer Court in Kentucky; a Time-Share in Cancun or a Co-op Penthouse in New York City, COMPLAINTS permeate ‘The Scene’ and lodge themselves in The Psyche of Man so that Discussions (as these) can be aired on Websites as Richard’s.

 

A BEFITTING RITE: 

Many Global Religions and 12-Step Programs hold a Ritual each December 31 to cleanse themselves of THE COMPLAINTS they previously experienced as Arrogances and Troubles that followed them through the ‘Last Year.’  The Process is to list those Grievances on a Page of Paper and then toss them into a Vat burn or burn them up in a Fire(place).  Therefore, they are symbolically removed forever and  no one is haunted by them any longer.

 

AND THEY ARE CALLED ‘BIRD-BRAINS!’

No Research (to the best of my Knowledge) was ever done to see if a(ny of these) COMPLAINTS ever return, like the Swallows to Capistrano that arrive like clockwork on March 19 (after leaving Goya, Argentina (beyond the Andes) on the 18^TH of February, flying some 7500 Miles in 30 Days, at an Altitude of above 2,000 feet). Do those Swallows complain as they are ardently keep flying away from vicious Predators, Airbuses, Jet Aircraft and Miles of Smoggy Pollution on their Way to their Destination?   That, at most, is an ingrained Tendency.  COMPLAINTS are learned or acquired although some surface due to personal Traits or unforeseen Dramas.   Removing them appears to be more of a Psychological Cleansing.  And, if it alleviates The Problem – THE COMPLAINT or The Issue (at hand) then rest assured before long, another COMPLAINT will arise.   However, the Person is then free till the next COMPLAINT arises and can get something important done instead of ‘stewing’ in his or her COMPLAINT.  Seen another Way:  The Dynamics of the COMPLAINT has done its Job and served an important Purpose in The Daily Life of 21^ST Century Man. 

 

One Thing is for certain.  The COMPLAINTS a Person has at age 10 are totally different than those of a 30, 50 or 70 year old.  The Structure of a COMPLAINT grows more complicated as an Adult straddles through his/her Decades and with what(ever) he/she embodies, faces and knows.

 

Simultaneously, Location & Financial Standing (or Means) also play significant Roles in ‘The Everyday COMPLAINT.”  Historically and prehistorically, it was (only) Cave Man who had just one COMPLAINT. Their COMPLAINT was surviving The Day and making it through The Night without being eaten by large, man-eating Carnivores.  What was a COMPLAINT to Neanderthal definitely was not a COMPLAINT to Contemporary Man.  For the most Part, no large woolly Mammoths frightfully stampede  or lurk through the Cities or Forests of our Planet today.  Occasionally, We will see a Grizzly Bear or Deer check-out a backyard garbage can for a morsel or two if their Food Allowance has been jeopardized.  The Viewing of one’s Conditions is directly linked to THE COMPLAINTS We have, hold and pass along to Others.   

 

TOO MUCH TALK – NOT ENOUGH ACTION: 

How the COMPLAINT evolved:

Early Man did not complain about who won or lost the SuperBowl; if Bus Fares are escalating or if his mother-in-law is interfering (again).  It may not have been ‘that much of a COMPLAINT, as a perceived important life-or-death Goal to reach.  In other Words:  On the ‘Reichter Scale of COMPLAINTS,’ there are complaints and then, there are COMPLAINTS.  COMPLAINTS may appear ‘in disguise’ for you to CHANGE - a Change may do you good.

 

“If COMPLAINTS are perceived or interpreted as a Disguise that seeks for you to change or implants the Notion that ‘Change is in the Air,’ then that Message may hold positive good for The Recipient.   Unfortunately, for Contemporary Man, there are too many Choices than can lead him/her astray and into the cobblestoned Dilemmas of Living a Life filled with COMPLAINTS.  Knowing others are suffering with them, too, secures the Fact that DNA & COMPLAINTS are forever binding and are woven as a colorful Part of our Lives that we’ve grown to (for no other word) than to COMPLAIN about…” 

 

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Alright so here it goes for ventilation and complaints…     my job sucks!   Well, it didnt start out that way…  for the first year an a half it was easy, fun, and promising.   My coworkers were the best and  the supervisors were even better.  I was moving up and higher positions were opening.  Until my project shut down and i had to move to another project (its an outsourcing callcenter and i now do customer service).   In this project, I work for a bigger, more respectable client but the supervisors suck and the coworkers all care about only themselves.  Its cust svc with the role of selling.  The supervisors in my shift SUCK.  They are  stuck up, only care about numbers that will benefit their pockets, and are never helpful.  Not to mention they are strict up the butt and unreasonably give no flexibility to the employees or customers.  They have no personality and I personally believe they should not get anywhere in life with such attitudes.      Aah… that felt much better.  Now let’s talk about the economy…