Work griping

It doesn’t happen that often, but work has been stressing me out lately.  I’ll be the first to admit that my work isn’t at all that strenuous on a regular basis, but lately it’s been far more trying on a daily basis than it regularly is, and I’m finding myself actually dreading going to work in the mornings as of late.

Amazingly, my work anxieties lately don’t have (as much) anything to do with the insistence of people in stuffy office America using PowerPoint, but simply the fact that people lack consideration.

It would be too easy (not to mention narcissistic) to simply declare myself smarter or more considerate than other people, but frankly I don’t always think that is the case in either application.  Sure, I call people dumb all the time, but really I have to guess that people just aren’t paying attention.  Or maybe I’m just trying to be generally nice about the whole thing, but the bottom line is that I frankly do believe that people lack a lot of the little social considerations of others that I seem to think that I don’t, and it usually leads to lot of judgmental observations of what I think are the shortcomings of society in general.

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Nine degrees

Cold enough to where if I want to mention it, I have to write out the number, because in conventional writing, single digits are treated in such a manner.

Seriously, nine degrees? Granted, I don’t dislike the cold, but even for me, this is a little bit of frigid.

The scary thing is that I remember the last time it hit single digits, and it was around this time last year; it was like seven degrees when I got back from Las Vegas, and my car’s ignition was definitely labored in the face of the bitter cold. Subsequently, within the next few weeks that arctic snap would also result in the Snowpocalypse which crippled the city under two inches of snow and a sheet of ice, making Atlanta the laughing stock of the planet for a quick breeze.

I’m reluctant to bring that part up, because frankly I’d rather not go through it again, despite the fact that there were hundreds of people that probably had it way worse than I did.

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The other side of the story

This time of the year, one of the most common conflicts I see on social media as well as select groups of peers is the one that stems from the onslaught of people who embark on a New Year’s resolution to lose weight, and crowd their choice gym to begin their ascent into physical improvement.  As the story goes, 99% of the people that set out to get in shape give up after an extremely short denomination of time, whether it’s a week or a month.  However, it doesn’t change the fact that for whatever denomination of time that is, they’re still there, clogging up the gym, taking your parking spaces, locker spaces, (ill) using the equipment you want to be using when you want to use it, and just plain taking up space.

There are people that believe that it’s of poor taste to shame those that are simply just trying to improve themselves, and roll their eyes and scoff at those people who bitch and moan about how their gyms are all clogged up and crawling with n00bs.  Then there are those people who are, and have been regular gym goers, which are all often times creatures of habit, never liking when the norm is deviated from, especially the influx of n00bs that are now encroaching on their routines, and they will bitch and moan about how such is occurring, and exclaim how “they can’t wait until next week/month when they’ll all give up and stop coming.

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It must suck to be Mike Mussina

Earlier, the Class of 2015 for the baseball Hall of Fame was announced.  Some guys were no-brainers like Pedro Martinez and Randy Johnson, and I was pleased to see John Smoltz make it on his first try; I always assumed he’d get in, but it would be some convoluted debate on why he shouldn’t get in on his first year, but whatever.

Ultimately, the train of thought led to general happiness that John Smoltz got in, since while at the peak of my Braves fandom, John Smoltz was still the heart and the ace of the Braves pitching squad, but also looking at both sides of the debate, namely the statistics.

Long story short, I don’t hide the fact that I think baseball’s HOF criteria and process is pretty flawed and nothing is as easy as it should be as long as a bunch of entitled writers hold the keys to the Hall, so admittedly, I was a little bit surprised to see Smoltz make it on his first year.  What this says to me is that the Baseball Writers Association of America (BBWAA) really love a good narrative, and really put a tremendous amount of weight into the comparison to Dennis Eckersley, another Hall of Fame pitcher.

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A piece of my childhood died when I saw this

Aww, how cute.  The big tatted man got 99 problems, but his bitch ain’t one of them.  What a clever play on popular rap lyrics from almost a decade ago!

What’s that?  The big tatted man is the Undertaker?  THE Undertaker?  The WWE’s legendary tough guy with the gimmick of being the partially dead undertaker Undertaker?  The one professional wrestler that lived and breathed his character for nearly 25 full years, and despite the fact that it became known that wrestling was scripted, predetermined and for all intents and purposes fake, was the guy that fans and non-fans alike seemed to agree upon was “actually tough” Undertaker?

The same Undertaker that I met in an airport hotel in Cleveland, Ohio who refused to take a picture with me, but shook my hand and fulfilled a wrestling fanboy’s achievement in a way.  I often assumed the anti-photos was to protect the integrity of his character save for stuff like Make-A-Wish campaign kids or something, and I didn’t think much about it because I was kind of in awe of being able to say that I met the Undertaker.

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Sucedió de nuevo

What the title of this post means, at least according to Google translate is “it happened again.”

What happened again, one might be inquiring?

Oh nothing much, just being mistaken for a Hispanic.  Again.

When it first happened to me in my own neighborhood, I figured it was mostly on account of naïve and sheltered black kids not being educated in the double standard of flinging stones while telling others stones can’t be flung at them, or they were just dumb kids.  Perhaps both.

However, given the general intelligence, or lack thereof, of the people that live in my own neighborhood, it wasn’t really that big of a surprise that there are kids dumb as bricks that have apparently never seen an Asian person in their entire lives.  Seriously, when I finally told them that I wasn’t Hispanic, their second guess was French, and their third guess was Italian.

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Ohio State and wrestling logic

A funny thing happened with the first-ever College Football playoffs: two teams notorious for being chokers have broken through, and will play for the National Championship in ten days.  For better or worse, between Oregon and Ohio State, one of two teams that have been known for being #2 ranked, or should’ve beens is actually going to come out of the game as the National Champion of college football.*

*Speaking of should’ve beens, not to be ignored are the losses suffered by both Mississippi State and Ole Miss in their respective bowl games over the weekend.  The sound of bandwagon football fandom in the state of Mississippi is a lot like the sound of a hearty toilet flush.

Honestly, I don’t really have much care for either team going for the National Championship.  Oregon is a team that I always felt has been kind of overrated, playing in a patsy conference, and has never really truly been tested by an SEC school in like, ever.**  Sure, they’re a high-tempo, exciting team to watch, but I think there’s a clear reason why they’ve never actually won the whole thing, in spite of their perpetual top-5 rankings every year.

**1-2 since 2010, with the one win coming against Tennessee, which is the equivalent of a wrestler beating Virgil, and then bragging about having a win against an nWo member.

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