Please! Please! No Awards!

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Wherever you are in this crazy planet of ours my homies and homettes, good morning, good afternoon, good evening or good night. Enjoy it to the fullest and don’t let nobody fuck it up for you no matter what goes down.

On an award note! Call me crazy, insane, stupid, dumb or naive, but I have never been able to understand awards given to people for doing their jobs. Why? Well, the way that I see it is like this. I get paid to do my job 40 hours a week at the salt mines. So why should I expect to receive an award from my employer, for doing my FUCKING JOB? REALLY! I mean, I can understand if I do volunteer work or something that wasn’t in my job description, like I did a couple of years ago at the salt mines, when our department was moving and instead of waiting for the slow IT department to send someone to move the computers and set them up, they had me do it, because I know a thing or two about computers. But trust me, I wasn’t expecting extra pay or an award. I just did it because ever since I saved enough money to buy my first computer, back in the 80’s, I’ve always been fascinated by them, plus I was helping my co-worker… OK, I was also justified for not being on the dreaded phone… There, I said it!

My thing is, that I’m tired of seeing how year after year, artists keep receiving awards for a career that they chose and a job that they got paid to do in the first place. Even when I go above and beyond at the salt mines and in my personal life, all that I get is a thank you… I don’t know about you, but trust me, that’s good enough for me. I don’t expect, need or want an award or recognition to make me feel good about myself. I feel happy by just being there and being able to help others, in the salt mines and elsewhere. Hey look, if I get an award for something extraordinary that I did, fine. But I don’t go around helping others and doing things, in order to get recognition. That’s just not my style.

Peace out my homies and homettes!

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!

Chaos At The Salt Mines

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What up! What up! What up my homies and homettes! I’m going to come straight out and say it, I have the feeling that like yesterday, today is going to be another fucked up day at the salt mines. For month’s, they have been talking about switching over to a new phone system. So yesterday, the geniuses at the salt mines decided to disconnect the old system and start the new one. Guess what? As usual… THEY FUCKED UP! As a matter of fact, I was schedule to be on the phone yesterday, but because I couldn’t log in to the new system because of some error, my stupidvisor had to change the schedule at the last-minute.

Hey look, I know that I’m no Einstein or Hawking, but I keep asking myself. Why the fuck, didn’t the assholes in charge tested the new system before they took it live? I mean, was it going to be that hard? The one thing that really annoys the fuck out me at the salt mines is, that they tend to never bother to ask or check with us, before making and implementing any changes. I’ve been working in the same department for around 10 years, and the same shit keeps happening all the time. Another shit that annoys the living shit out of me is, that when they fuck up, we have to clean up their shit. I personally think that whoever fucks up, should clean their own shit, just like I do when I fuck up.

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!