(Poorly) Veiled Earth Day bullshit

When I got to work, I noticed that the trash can around my desk had no bag inside of it when I was about to toss some garbage into it.  I looked around, and it turned out that nobody’s trash cans had any bags inside any of them.  I was perplexed by this.

It turns out that the building in which my office is located in has adopted the ever-clichéd “let’s become greener” approach that so many individuals and conglomerate entities attempt on a regular basis.  The recent passing of the latest Earth Day seemed like a convenient date in which to launch this initiative, and for all intents and purposes is effective on a permanent basis.

That’s fine with me, as I do not see any objection to trying to be somewhat more green and conservative with waste.  I don’t care for the fact that I’m not supposed to have leisurely use of my waste basket for empty coffee cups and any other trash that I would normally have tossed in there, but I can play by the rules, if everyone else is willing to.  It is a little obnoxious, but it’s certainly not the end of the world.

However, what I do find a little bit disturbing are the things written between the lines of this entire program.  Through scuttlebutt, I’ve heard that anywhere between 20-30% of the entire building’s custodial staff has been let go.  I interpret such actions as the building wanting to cut corners and reduce perceived “overhead,” so they let go of custodians, and try to hide such deplorable penny-pinching measures under a veil of Earth Day conservation and self-servicing bullshit.

I mean, looking back at the last few weeks, the writing was kind of on the wall.  Not seeing the custodians that always magically appear when you have to use the restroom really, really bad, numerous instances where there would be no paper towels of toilet paper, and the lack of vacuuming sounds when I leave the office.  I suppose I figured it was new custodians or alterations of schedule, and not necessarily the 86-ing of them outright.

So in order to appease the remaining custodians, the building attempts to put the onus on the tenants and employees themselves to become greener and more mindful of waste, so that the now-stretched thing custodial staff can have a (hopefully) slightly easier time with their increased capacities.  Meaning because the facility’s overlords are getting greedy and want to penny-pinch by cutting overhead, all tenants lose out on niggling little things taken for granted, but ultimately make us comfortable.

First world problems, I know, but it just kind of disgusts me the transparent tactics the building has employed, ultimately to pinch pennies, and probably to line someone’s pockets at a higher level.  Using Earth Day and a bullshit made-up initiative preaching greener practices to try and hide the fact that they simply don’t want to pay custodians to have jobs is shitty and greedy.

I’m saying I’m going to deliberately throw disgusting food waste and still-full cups of coffee into my waste receptacle out of defiance, but I’m certainly going to laugh if other people negligently do, the trash bins all start stinking and becoming gross, and the building is forced to re-hire more custodial staff in order to restore upkeep to the facilities as a whole.

Pretty amazing

Summary: Due to the Baltimore protests/riots, the Orioles and the Chicago White Sox play a baseball game completely closed to the public for safety reasons.

On any given day during the baseball season, give the guys over at Elias Sports Bureau enough time, and they’ll relay some tidbit of information that is a FIRST EVER OCCURRENCE in Major League Baseball.  Usually it will be the most obscure and discreet factoid on the planet like “First time left-hand batter collects extra-base hit off of African-American ambidextrous pitcher on a Tuesday with a humidity index of under 38% – IN HISTORY” but the point remains that every day is a first for something in the great American game.

In other words, a whole bunch of things nobody cares about, and lesser chance that anyone would actually remember.

The closing to the public of an entire baseball game though, that’s something massive, amazing and given the circumstances, completely sad and unfortunate.  It is however, something that has never been done before, and for better or worse, it is certainly history in the making.

There’s a blurb in the above link about an occurrence that I remember reading about, where a minor league team wanted to have an “official” zero attendance game, so they played a game until the end of the fifth game, thus making the game official, before opening the gates to the public and letting them watch the rest for free.

Camden Yards, my declared favorite ballpark in the majors (despite my general disdain for the city of Baltimore, even prior to current events), will not even be doing that much.  The gates remain closed until all 27 outs, or however many more it takes to declare a winner, are recorded.  The seats will not be completely vacant, as the likelihood of team personnel, scouts and other official individuals will definitely be occupying some seats, but it’s almost a safe bet that there will be less than 100 people sitting inside of the stands that house nearly 45,000.

This, has never happened before, and this, is a genuine first-time instance that will be remembered.

I can’t imagine what that must be like.  I always relish the idea of seeing games that could be perceived as unique, like the rare neutral field games, or game 163s.  If I still lived up in the area, this would definitely be something I’d consider trying to go see, but that would be impossible since it’s closed to the public outright.

As players, many of whom really love the adrenaline of playing in front of a crowd, will be playing in front of basically nobody, where the cracks of the bats will echo ominously, and the yells and calls from teammates and umpires will be heard with an eerie clarity.  It’s not so much a game as much as it’s going to be an obligated duty that needs to be done, in order to avoid a massive complication later on in the baseball calendar.

Eventually one team will have more runs than the other team, and for lack of a better term, they’ll be the “winners” of the game.  But when it boils down to the circumstances in which the game was played, and how it happened, pretty much everyone will still have lost.  Just because it’s historic, doesn’t necessarily have to mean it was positive.

Spoken like someone who doesn’t get BEST WORST HOLIDAY off

Impetus: Creative Loafing “article” about how Confederate Memorial Day should be ended.

For starters, this is the “author” of said “article.”  Can we say definition of white guilt here?  Or should I call it like it really is, which is the dreaded slow news day?

What the so-called Unofficial Governor of the Day doesn’t seem to realize is that if he were to get his wish and Confederate Memorial Day were ended, and no longer recognized as a state holiday that many, many Georgia state workers do not get off any more, there would likely be a large segment of said many, many Georgia state workers who would wish that his head ended up on a spike outside the walls of Kings Landing.

Yes, to the media-created public, the idea of the Confederacy is one that is considered pejorative, negatively connoted, and somewhat of an embarrassment, given the blatantly racist and politically incorrect ideals exhibited under it.  But it’s still something that actually happened, and for better or worse, it’s a part of history.

I’m a proponent of the saying that those who forget history are condemned to repeat it, and for better or worse, I support the recognition of all history, good and bad.  It’s one of the things I do resent about the City of Atlanta, because it’s a city that’s so eager to demolish sites and landmarks that are historic, or have the chance to become historic, so that it can be replaced with more high-rise condominiums and skyscrapers.  Yes, some things might be places where slavery might have existed at one point, but I do think there’s importance in trying to educate the future, so that perhaps the past might never happen again, but then again, what do I know?

But back to the point, this article was more or less written by a guy that’s salty that he had to work on Monday while state workers like myself had the day off (to watch Furious7).  So under the guise of proposed progression AKA white guilt, he writes this asinine word vomit of why Confederate Memorial Day should be ended, probably without thinking of those whom might actually disagree.

Including, a substantial number of black people themselves.  It’s no secret that Atlanta is a predominantly black city, and it’s also where the state’s capital is, and where a large portion of state workers work, whom are, in some cases, predominantly black.  I’m only one segment of the state’s workforce, and my office too is vastly predominantly black.

You tell these black people that they can no longer have a paid day off, and see how they react.

The funniest thing from the first year I worked in my office was overhearing a black woman in the break room talking to a colleague, and saying the words “Oooo, I can’t wait for Confederate Memorial Day!”  Naturally, with a paid day off, she clearly had some leisurely plans in mind; frankly nobody cares why the day is off; some may roll their eyes, but not a soul is going to complain about getting a paid day off.

Confederate Memorial Day for life.  Bitch.

Brief social commentary

One of the most clichéd sayings out there is “two wrongs don’t make a right.”  Pretty much everyone has heard this saying, yet it’s very apparent that there are many more that clearly know them simply as words and not necessarily sage wisdom, and are incapable of heeding to it.

It doesn’t matter whether it’s in Baltimore or Ferguson, Philadelphia or Atlanta, New Orleans or Charleston; there is rarely a time in which rioting is ever the answer.  If allegations of police brutality towards black people are true, then that is wrong.  Burning vehicles and buildings and erupting in physical violence with complete strangers does not make that wrong right; such is also wrong.

Those two particular wrongs most certainly aren’t going to make a right.  Ever.  Believe it or not, I’d wager a good bit that I’m right on this one.

I think what makes me the saddest about these miserable incidents is when it inevitably devolves into looting.  I’m not sure how breaking into a Foot Locker or CVS and running off with as much merchandise as one can without paying for it rectifies police brutality.  Obviously, it doesn’t, but that’s the lowest of the low in my opinion, using the veil of social protest as a smokescreen to commit more crime in ensuing chaos.  The looters, are the individuals I frankly wouldn’t mind seeing some police brutality exhibited towards, but again, two wrongs wouldn’t make a right.

The bottom line is that all of this sucks.  I hate tuning into the news to see or read the top story or the front page littered with bold verbiage and/or terrible imagery of violent rioting; I’m fully aware that the media has a tendency to blow up the bad and hide anything that detracts from their agenda, but the bad is still really bad.  I hate how divisive this makes people I know become on social media, and frankly I’m just tired of hearing about riots and sides and poor excuses, but it’s almost impossible to avoid, and I hate that too.

I miss when the scandalous news flavor of the month was teacher sex scandals.  They were so tawdry and kind of hot; tacky as it might’ve been, at least it wasn’t so depressing and socially divisive as all these stories about police brutality and retaliatory rioting.

BEST WORST HOLIDAY

Ahh, it’s that time of the year when I can wake up on a Monday morning, and not feel the anxious feeling of knowing that I have a finite amount of time to brush my teeth, get dressed, let the dog out, and get out on the road, before a very tiny window of time that separates a 45-minute commute from a 60+ minute commute.

For it is Confederate Memorial Day observed in the great state of Georgia, and I do not have to work today.

This is kind of like the feeling of watching your favorite sports team’s arch-rivals losing to a third party.  After your favorite sports team has already lost for the day.

I went to Publix this morning, so I could get some food to make for myself for the next few days, as I will be flying solo for a little bit.  It was deserted, and I had my veritable pick of the best of everything, as the shelves and produce sections were freshly stocked and prepared for the rest of the day that was barely two hours open for business.  It put me in such a chipper mood, that I decided to spoil myself with some fresh baked goods; I bantered with the woman behind the counter about how refreshingly empty the store was, and as she was not yet exasperated by greedy, selfish entitled customers yet, we both shared a laugh over the relaxation.  I checked out to zero wait, and left the store with zero traffic, and made my way back home, to where I could enjoy my donut and coffee while arrogantly boasting on my brog about how I have today off.

Naturally, I feel the need to really drive home this day off with a fun activity, and that will be accomplished when I go, by myself, like a pathetic loser, to watch Furious7 (RIP Paul Walker).  It’s funny, considering the movie’s been out for like a month, it still commands over eight showings a day at my local theater.  Vroom vroom motherfuckers.

However, I’m realizing that there is still somewhat of a laundry list of things that I feel the need to accomplish, today, to make it feel like I’m making the best of my day off, regardless of how much I feel like I deserve a day where I should do jack shit but watch trashy television, eat like a slob, and play ARAM until it’s time to go to bed.

Being an adult sucks sometimes.  Whatever, Happy Confederate Memorial Day, I’m not at work, and you (probably) are.