Oh, Georgia #876

For decades, those who were offended by the notion of Confederate Memorial Day had to endure the fourth Monday being of April every year would remain as such.  That is, until 2016, when Georgia governor, Nathan Deal decided to chase dollars over politics and realized that having “Confederate Memorial Day” just might be perceived negatively, and any negative perception hurts the potential profitability of the state, so he made a decision to, get rid of the name.

No, the paid day off for government works did not go away, simply the name “Confederate Memorial Day” was stricken from record and simply replaced on public record as “state holiday.”  God forbid taking a paid holiday away from lazy government motherfuckers.

Anyway, despite the fact that those offended by the name had to put up with it for decades, after barely just one year of suffering the indignity of not having the name of Confederate Memorial Day on the calendar, there are already people up in arms and bitching and moaning to get it back.  Unfortunately for detractors, among them is an actual state representative who has flexed his ability to measure out House Resolution 644, which basically is a means to get the Confederate Memorial Day name back citing some mumbo jumbo about recognizing history, heritage and other passively aggressive word choice to poorly veil that he’s on the side of the people that don’t care to be a little transparent that they do not like black people.

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A little bit of retribution?

In short: Cobb voters choose to not reelect chairman Tim Lee, the man primarily behind the under-the-table deal which agreed to bring the Atlanta Braves to Cobb County

Unfortunately, Cobb residents will still be on the hook for much of the burden that Great White Flight ScumTrust Park will create, but at least they can have a tiny bit of solace in knowing that they denied Tim Lee’s plight to continue on as chairman of the county.

I like how the media tries to downplay the involvement of the conception of ScumTrust Park in Lee’s defeat, and uses words like “partially.”  It’s entirely because of ScumTrust Park and the deception used and the trust broken that it all symbolizes that led to this development.  Lee had been chairman for the last six years, and stayed put because nothing seemed broke, so the apathetic Cobb voters didn’t want to fix anything; but then he brokered the Braves deal in secret and with zero time for constituent opposition, shattered the trust of all residents, and is now seeing the effects of how far you can push a population before they push back.

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Didn’t see this coming

Not one bit.  Completely blindsided.  Never thought it possible.

Racist Park Great White Flight Field SunTrust Park, the future home of the Atlanta Braves, promised that it would not cost Cobb County residents anything (publicly) out of their pockets.  However, Cobb County has blown through its public parks budget, solely on the construction of SunTrust Park; and if Cobb residents actually want actual, useable, public parkland, a tax increase will be needed.

Yup, never would have imagined that SunTrust Park would actually fail to deliver on the promise that their construction wasn’t going to cost Cobb residents anything.  Who would’ve guessed this?

I mean, anyone who believed that SunTrust Park wasn’t going to cost residents anything also probably believe in the Tooth Fairy and the Easter Bunny.  Sure, it’s easy to say that the funding is going to come solely from hotel taxes and other means, but wherever there is a general lack of transparency, the public is going to suffer, whether they realize it or not.  Be it through some sort of tax break that inhibits the cash flow in some sort of public function, or this hilarious publicly revealed snafu of the county blowing through its parks budget and now needing to raise taxes to fulfill its financial obligation, stadium construction is pretty much one of the worst rackets ever.

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The lunch break conundrum

I have been put into a sour mood.  Twenty minutes into the official start of business, my manager calls me into his office.  I got chewed out, because I had left at 4:55 p.m.; a spineless, high-maintenance teammate needed* wanted to get in contact with me, and when he couldn’t get ahold of me on my office line, instead of calling my work cell phone, which he has done so in the past, he instead called my manager to inform him that I had apparently left unreasonably early.

*“need” would imply it was something important and essential, but rest assured this particular matter was not

I used the phrase “official start of business” in the preceding paragraph to emphasize the fact that despite more or less starting my workday getting chewed out, I had actually been in the office closer to forty minutes.  This is often times the case, that I arrive to the office earlier than 8:00 a.m., because I’m generally of the work ethic that “early is on time and on time is late,” and for whatever reasons, the county schools down here aren’t on any sort of schedule, so I like to leave early to compensate for the various times in which I might get stuck behind a school bus, so that I am not actually late.

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This actually happened

I’ll try to not get too much into it, but the worst part about my job is the degree of accessibility to me, those involved in each project I’m on has.  I love the fact that I have the ability to work remotely, since this has sparsely been the case previously in my long career as a graphic designer, but at the same time it goes both ways, and being able to remote also means that there’s also expectations that I should be able to work, on a moment’s notice.  Weekends, after-hours, and as was the case through Christmas, on holidays.

Yeah, I’m a little bit salty about that last one too.

However, there’s asking for legitimate revisions, like replacing a name, a typo, an incorrect statement or sentence, and then there’s asking for ticky-tack nitpicks, based on the subjective nature of other human beings with no artistic eye or formal training or understanding of design-related concepts, but because their title and pay-grade is higher than mine, somehow holds more weight.  Unfortunately, the latter is the vast majority of requests to me, and the above graphic is an actual request made.

Try and not get turned on the next time you get home, and pull out your keys to unlock the door.

Good thing I got out of there

Long story short: the State of Georgia caves under the pressure of all the anti-Confederate history rhetoric, will formally remove names of both Robert E. Lee’s birthday as well as Confederate Memorial Day from the calendar, starting in 2016.

In other words, no more Confederate Memorial Day.  QQ

Well, the day will still be a paid day off that most people out there will not get (including me now QQ x2), but it just won’t be called “Confederate Memorial Day” anymore.  It will be referred to as simply “state holiday” for those paying attention.

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The summer vacation I never wanted

A part of me never really wanted to talk about this, but just the same, there are times where I feel that I brog, because I want to write about the things in my life that are important, even if they’re not necessarily the best of connotations.  It’s not so much that I’m brogging to my audience of six, for their inquiring or alleviation of boredom, but at the same time an opportunity for me to chronicle my own life, and write things that I can look back and reflect upon or remind myself of what had happened at particular points of my life.

It’s not always just League of Legends, wrestling, sports and veiled social commentary, y’know.

Long story short, I haven’t been working for the better part of the last month now.  I resigned from my previous job, which most people knew because they know me, or can probably figure out by the fact that I got Confederate Memorial Day off every year, was along the lines of government work.  Things were a little oppressive, and a little too Big Brother-y, there were some archaic policies and mindsets in play, and in the end, I grew exasperated with my position, and it was just best that we parted ways and wished each other well on our future endeavors.

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