My word used to be worth its weight in gold. In fact, it may have been worth its weight in platinum to some people. I think that's important, to be a man (or woman) of your word. Especially if you're a man though; we expect ‘white' lies from women, and it's ok some times. But a man, well as Tony Montana said, "All I got in this world are my balls and my word, and I don't break ‘em for nobody."
One of the things that has kept me alive in this industry, and made some owners tolerant of MY bullshit, is my unwavering honesty with money, and my uncanny ability to smell out a thief. It has made me enough allies to stay employed, and I guess that's all one can hope for. Most who know me, even my detractors, will not say bad about me in relation to handling cash. I have learned to try to focus on this (what's that they say, ‘accentuate the positive'...)
So when I vouch for someone when it comes to their work ethic, loyalty to the ‘house', or ability to handle money or relate to customers, I am listened to. That is about the ONLY time I have their undivided attention. The point is that I have noticed that it seems to transfer to other aspects of my life. The more ‘prestigious' job, the more one earns, the more of a confident attitude this transfers to all aspects of your personal life. The more confidant one is their job, the more one feels ‘job security' (what a fucking sham, more on that later), the....lets say easier, everything else becomes. It can be a warm little circle, making you blind to many other obvious things around you.
I was just contemplating the last time I had that feeling- so strong that it almost makes you feel on top of the world, problems are never as serious. I have heard it said that money can't by happiness. You know who said that? Some stupid motherfucker with six kids, a just above minimum wage job and fat slob of a wife. Life is weak at best and the sooner we all realize that the sooner we can improve it. I know, I know, live for the moment is just such a fleeting ideal from an ancient time when man wasn't smart or civilized enough to understand his repercussions on the rest of the world.
I don't know about you, but I am tired of being hustled. Work hard til your 65, don't ever have ‘too much' of any good thing, watch the sex, the drugs, how late you stay up. I go with the Libertarians, and I say as long as it doesn't hurt anyone else, fuck it, enjoy it. Know the risks, and don't whine like a bitch and blame anyone but yourself for your problems. If you drink a bottle of Jameson a day for ten years, don't act surprised and sad when you find out you have cirrhosis. If someone puts a crack pipe to your lips and says ‘try this', don't think, "I can try this once and keep it in control." We have three generations of crack families, and almost 25 years of history to show us it never works that way. You will most likely end up on a street corner orally pleasuring a non showered stranger for as little as one more hit. Or in a dirty house in the ‘hood trading your babies diapers for a chance to be in the same room as someone else who just took one. So no crying there either; that is why I don't give bums money. You can't control yourself, not my problem, don't let it affect me.
So, with the good, secure job, your confidence raises, you extend it to other area of your life, choices are easier, money is not on your mind EVERY DAY, and generally, life is better. Your word seems worth more, to yourself and to others.
I don't really have a point with that, I just find it amusing I suppose. What I do not find amusing is how some people focus on not there own program, but on the program of others. These people will go out of there way to detract from any good accomplishments that others make, they will attempt to make others feel bad about nice things they have (whether it is a car or a hot, intelligent partner.) They spend so much time and energy focusing on others misery that they spend NO time trying to improve themselves. We call these people "haters", and for some reason in the last few decades, it has become difficult, and in a lot of cases illegal, to give these people a beating when they step into your business and run there mouth. What an injustice.
Yeah, a good old fashioned beating is just what some people need.
Well that's kind of funny and such, but seriously, we are in need of a change in our social structure. I could write a novella about the people in this country and what they are doing wrong/ what is done wrong to them, but I think we can just focus on our government and what it does to us.
As I said before, money makes life easier. Unless you are dying from a rare virus and no doctor, or even researcher, can hope to cure you; when money will buy you nothing of value in relation to dying, money is just dandy. Think about it, we all place a high value on it. It equates to the acclimation of any other commodity that we desire. Even a poor village Cambodian can solve his problems with enough money. So what is it that the government does that has anything to do with what I am saying?
They allow haters to prosper. For example, the allow large corporations to move there business, business that gain revenue from residents and citizens in THIS country, to other countries where they do not have to pay there workers as much money. Who benefits? Is it the consumer who get ‘rock-bottom pricing'? I suppose if you are ok with the knowledge that you have put five Americans out of work with every item you purchase that has a ‘made in India' stamp on it, and that you now have perpetuated the cycle of producing inferior products. It sure isn't the former employee; a US citizen who had not only there financial security ripped out from under them, but also that confidence that I was mentioning earlier. As if that is not bad enough, the thief in chief of this country would slap those people in the face by further allowing those companies to increase profits by bringing the cheap labor here. I assume that the small business owner was complaining too much about how the big corporations got away with whatever they wanted, and made all kinds of money, so Bush said, ‘It's ok, we will allow the cheaper labor to come here, they just take jobs no one else wants."
Hey dicklicker, those aren't all bad jobs, you just made them all
bad paying jobs and THAT is why no one else wants them.
So now even simple things like going to the corner drug store can become a tedious task. So many places have not just foreign speaking staff, but even worse, they have the absolute bottom-dweller Americans working; people that can not even speak in complete sentences so that asking what isle broccoli is in is like asking for a short dissertation on the importance of Thomas Jefferson as a president. They get a strained look on there face like they are shitting, fucking, and taking a knife to the ribs all at the same time.
So the more I hear ‘press one for English', or the more times a two minute grocery store stop turns into a seventeen minute ordeal, the more I ask myself, ‘who's at fault?
Haterus Extremus.
Who pitches and who catches?
Let me solve that one with a quickness for 'ya; we, the American public, we catch. Believe it.
