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Mutterings on the Edge of Comprehension

OK, this is silly but I’m flying home for a short vacation with my family. I’ve been doing this job out of state for the last several months. The job is in law enforcement, I’m doing computer support for them and enjoying the heck out of it. However it’s not freaking in my home town. It’s in the middle of nowhere really. The town I’m living in (Roswell NM) is the largest “city” in 200 miles, and there is around 50,000 people living there. 50,000! My home town of Largo FL has 70,000 and it’s considered to by small compared with Clearwater (100,000+) and Saint Petersburg (250,000+.)
I have a nice apartment in downtown , walking distance from the UFO district as they call it. The freak show as I call it. I haven’t been to the Museum and “research center” yet. I’ve only gone into some of the gift shops and whatnot. The people are nice, a bit strange and I don’t dare debate any of this UFO stuff with them. Of course they make their living on gullible people who buy into saucers and little aliens . I’m probably going to do a photo essay on the real aliens of Roswell. You can see them everywhere. They are made of rubber and concrete, and imagination.
Otherwise, they don’t do much in Roswell. There is a historical museum which has lots of stuff on Robert Goddard, a really nice bookstore and a zoo. Carlsbad is an hour and some south. I want to explore Capitan and the mountain ranges to the west. Of course there is Chaco and I’m putting together some camping gear for that place. Perhaps I’ll use my Roman campaign tent.

Anyway, it takes almost four hours to get to the airport, another four with connecting flights. 8 hours to get home. Yuck!
It will be nice to see Deb and E’. And Mable , Toons and the three (!) other cats.

Deb’s been collecting critters again.

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As an experiment I took on a second job with a major US retailer for the Holidays. Partly for something to do, partly for the discounts and maybe for the money  (well – maybe not as it turned out.)  I do  computer work professionally and rarely see how people interact with the technology I support. (for example, I’ve set up point of sale systems but I’ve never operated one.)

I won’t say which big-box company I was working for but I’m sure you have all shopped there. Let me preface this by saying my experience was mostly positive. Other than the pay (which was just above minimum (i.e.  Abysmally low))  I liked the company and would work for them again – other than the pay which to put into perspective, I did similar work back in the 1970s and got paid about the same or LESS, adjusted for inflation.

Here is my observation.

  • Company Culture;

I was impressed with the extent company culture was instilled into new recruits. New recruits are informed that the company is “tah best-best best” pays so much better than that brand X company.  The company has a bazillion acronyms which didn’t bother to learn.   They are pretty firm about people getting breaks and lunches. I was told that the Labor Board gets automatic reports from their HR system.  Seems a bit draconian to me.

They did get the breaks on time!

The company was really against unions, to the point of making us watch a propaganda video on how unions didn’t really improve the lot of workers. (I wanted to insert a shot of some filthy kid in a 19th century coal mine giving thumbs up to right to work.)

Some fat guy with a cigar and a top hat approves of all this.

Edit; unions are not a cure all but they do keep companies aware of their workers.  Top hat guy does NOT approve of that.

  • The work.

I was a cashier, running a machine which at any given time had more money inside than I’ve ever had for myself in cash…. Ever.  We didn’t keep a till (much to my surprise.) I counted it a couple of time and discovered – those registers have got a LOT of cash in them.

People around here have LOTS of cash too. I didn’t realize it.

However, if anyone reading this is thinking of knocking a bigbox store cash register  off – forget it.

I was not aware how completely monitored all transactions are. Every transaction is videoed along with a running account of each key punched on the system. You are closely monitored whenever you set foot into one of these places. There are dozens of video cameras all over the store, some of them are hidden, and some are fake. None of them are watched all the time but all of them keep images for a few days.

Otherwise the work itself was kind of mindless. It was like being a bag-boy back in the 1970s and by the way you have to ring up purchases as well. I can see how this eliminated an entire class of jobs! I was handling about 50 transactions an hour; average transaction was about $75.00 so I was running nearly a thousand dollars an hour into the system. And people in the computer field did all of this! And they still want to cram SOPA down our necks? Bad Congress! no biscuit!

  • The people;  co-workers and management.

Most of the people I worked with were pleasant.  The managers were very good and polite. They almost drifted into love-bombing when we did our job well (not quite love-bombing, they certainly believed in “praseology” as a management stratagem.

“Thanks for all of your hard work” and that kind of thing.

My only bitch about management is that they are unrealistic about store closing. If one is scheduled to say, 11:PM it is very likely you will be there until midnight or 1 AM. Most people didn’t have a problem with that.  I got upset merely because I had to get up at 5 AM to go to my day job. It got a rough when I closed several days concurrently. Most of my co-workers were high school kids or late middle aged people who worked there full time.

Also it’s common for a cashier to be required to solicit stuff (like credit cards) during a transaction. All the bigbox stores do this. This is annoying to the customer and to the employee as well. I’ve never liked sales and I didn’t like being forced to wear my salesman hat when I was trying to get people through the checkout line fast.

  • The Environment;

No complaint other than I got a cold the first week something in the building was making me cough my lungs out for three weeks thereafter. I had to go fetch freaking shopping carts in the snow! Actually, that was more fun than running the register.

  • The public.

Frankly, people can be utter pigs.

Not all of them to be sure, not even most of them. But enough to make my head spin.  Here’s a quick bestiality.

  • Change Counters;

A Change Counter must-must MUST count out exact change no matter how absurd the amount. “That comes to 54.89 I say.” They hand my a hundred dollar bill; while I’m in the middle of handing them their eleven cents THEY HAVE TO DIG OUT 89 cents IN PENNIES!  THEY HAVE TO SLOWLY COUNT THE FRACKING PENNIES! THEN I HAVE TO RE-COUNT THE FRACKING PENNIES! Then they behave like I’m supposed to congratulate them on wasting my time and the six or so people in line who are now pissed at ME! Also the fact that each transaction is timed and waiting for a costumer like that give you a bad rating.

  • Price Quibblers.

“Oh that’s at half price!” says the Price Quibbler. I look at the “item,” a blouse that has already been reduced by about 1/2 price.  I point this out to her, hoping she will drop the whole thing and just buy the blouse. “The sign said that everything was half price!” she exclaims. That means it’s half off whatever it says there.

Well, actually no it does not. The thing is ringing up, at X.xx amount which is half off the regular amount. Price Quibbler is trying to get this item at a quarter of the regular price. So we send someone to do a check, “Oh I don’t want it then!” Price Quibbler says when the price check confirms what I told them. I actually had one argue with me about an item that was showing one half off, Price Quibbler insisted it was “x.xx” price which was more than the coded price. So I gave in and charged her more for the item, and Price Quibbler had a fit about that too.

  • Go-back People.

Go-back People will bring a cart-full of merchandise to the register and leave half of it just lying around.  “I just don’t want this, and this and this …. Etc.” WELL WHY DID YOU HAUL THIS CRAP UP TO THE REGESTER IN THE FIRST PLACE????”  Some Go-back People will cunningly hide merchandise behind signs and other merchandise. Like they believe we have some invisible Underpants Gnomes to magically  whisk  the crap back where it belongs. There is a subset of G0-back People who let their children play with toys until they are finished or the toy is broken, whichever comes first.

Then of course they act like they are doing you a favor by hauling merchandise across the store so it can live in a box at the service desk all day and have some minimum wage-slave stick it back on the shelf at 1 AM tomorrow morning.

  • Bob and Lisa

“Bob and Lisa “ is a code phrase for checking the bottom of the cart and inside boxes for merchandise. They are also a type of customer.  I’ve had people try to rush things past me, then behaved insulted when I tried to scan the item, then had me void the item off behaving like it was MY fault it was sitting on the bottom of the cart.

Yeah right!

  • Phone talkers

On the phone for the entire transaction. Slow getting stuff on the conveyer, slow getting money out. Confusion over stuff on the pay screens. Can’t figure out where credit card or money is.

GET OFF THE DAMN PHONE!

  • How do I Pay?  Folk

Cannot figure out which of the twenty credit cards in their purse/wallet will have a glimmer of action enough to pay for whatever useless trash they are buying.  Can’t remember where they put money in giant cluttered purse. Left money in car or someone else (who is still shopping) will pay, eventually.

  • Cash -Only folk

How in the hell do people get away with carrying so much cash around? I mean really! There is a class of people around here who apparently don’t have bank accounts and get paid in cash stuffed into white envelopes.  Dropping three hundred dollars for just random stuff (candy, bric-a-brack, perfume, movies) seems normal to Cash-only folk. I’m in awe when I see folks nonchalantly pull out hundred dollar bills to pay for twenty dollar purchases, and they have a stack of those. Some are oil workers get paid in cash I’m sure but, some Cash-only folk don’t seem to be from around her if you know what I mean.

  • Couponeteers

Look, I like coupons but, let’ get one thing straight. A coupon is a conditional device to get a discount and that’s all. They are not the reason you shop at a store and they should NOT be the reason you pick up an item even though condition usually about purchasing some product.  They are marketing and advertising tools only. Remember that.

Not so to one customer! She informed me that the 5 dollar store coupon just meant she got five dollars off regardless that she didn’t meet the conditions (of making $50 dollars in purchases.) I had to read the coupon to her, twice, explain what the words meant and explain the theory behind coupons.  (she of course got annoyed when she thought I was patronizing her.)

Then she really frightened me when she got into a car and drove off. Hopefully she can figure out where the brakes are.

  • It’s on Sale for Half Price Today Folk!

Why is it that people start to proclaim this the moment we get really busy? You have to stop and get a price check, annoying the customers waiting and me!

I know some people are doing this just to defraud the store and get stuff a little cheaper. Some have a point in that the signs don’t always correspond with the coded price. Company policy is to just cave and let them rip the store within reason. But had people demand that I take half off $50 items with no evidence.

One other thing I observed is the abject desperation of some people. I had folks come through who obviously had no money, yet they were maxing out whatever credit they had to buy Christmas ornaments and decorations. I suppose I’m a cynic but, I keep thinking that Christmas is only a short time every year (not freaking from Halloween to Jan 31st either!)  Some decorations are fine if you can afford them but , food on the table, rent/utilities first people!

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All in all it was a good experience and I don’t regret it one bit. I had no TIME to do anything else for the past couple of months.  (Literally I was working and sleeping and doing little else most days.)

However I’m now trained on point of sale systems, I guess that counts for something!

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Treasure

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I was bumming around my old cell carrier account, and found a picture library. Most of these were taken with a Razor (still my all time favorite form factor) or a “Dash.” The Dash phone was running Windows CE which I can certainly do without.  Nowadays I use some variant of a Linux OS on my phone.

But I digress, this treasure trove is mostly “second” photos, when I take some pictures I often whip out my cell phone and take a backup photo using that. In the old days we didn’t have very much local storage so I had the photos automaticly upload to my service provider. Where they sat until now….

 

 

 

 

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(Sigh….)

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I suppose’ that I should just let this one lie. I’t a pain to even think about it, however I can see it slowly moving into the conscience of the ‘net’ and it really pisses me off, so here goes.

Last week some asshat decided to use a marshal art that I happen to like, as a form of punishment for one of his kids. According to the story, this bozo in Washington State brought his teenage daughter home from the police station (she’d been picked up at a party.) He became enraged and beat her with a switch first, then demanded that she get into her into her marshal-arts gear and forced her to practice sword-fight with him, beating the girl with a chunk of  rattan for a couple of hours.

This of course sounded far more alarming to the police than to me. Beating the girl with a switch was far worse IMO.

Doing a marshal arts practice as a consensual activity is perfectly leagle. In my sport we sign wavers saying in effect “yes we understand we could get hurt.”

Doing this at 4 in the morning seemed a bit odd, doing it as a form of punishment is…. well not something I’d ever do and  I would certainly advise people NOT to do It’s a really bad idea.

Then I found out that neither he nor his daughter were actually members of the organisation that sponsors such activity (the consensual kind.)

Whew! Big relief !

Why? Well I was ready to shoot off a quick pleading to the Board of Directors (of the martial arts  club I’m involved with.) I was going to ask that he be formally kicked out and his fighter card  ripped up.

However; that ass-bucket is a “once a member, not a member any more.” He let his membership expire back in the 90s.

Good thing because he violated nearly all the rules we play under, most importantly

THIS ACTIVITY IS ALWAYS CONSENSUAL! 

Also; Official combat and combat practice  takes place at at sanctioned events, under standard rules. It’s never done in anger. Special consideration is taken when in the case of minors. All participants and weapons are to be inspected by a duly authorized Marshall.  All combat is to be overseen by a Marshall. All authorization cards are to be signed and up to date.

None of these things happened here. What did happen is some butt-munch decided to beat up his daughter with his marshal-art toys.

Brilliant! You are a credit to your species sir! Now go back to the  Neander valley where you belong!

 

 

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Exploring

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I guess I’m settling in to this new place. Driving 40 miles to work is not as startling an idea as it once was. It takes about the same amount of time as my old 21 mile commute in P county Florida traffic. I’m still hoping to get a place in town here, but I’m not holding my breath.

A couple of weekends ago I pointed to the old Honda Fit west, slapped her in the hindquarters and saw what I could see. I discovered the town of Lincoln (of Billy the Kid fame) was not too far away. The flat-lands quickly give way to rolling hills, then tree covered mountains as one goes up in altitude.

 

Lincoln itself was interesting.  I think I’ve been there before, I remember seeing the bullet hole allegedly fired b y Billy the Kid. It would make sense, were went all through here when I was young, on the way to Carlsbad I suppose.

Then I went through Ruidoso and into Almogordo. I was tempted to visit the astronaut museum,  but I gave it a miss because I had a long way to go yet. I passed through Cloudcroft, (8000+ feet.) through some stunning countryside and very nice hiking. Only about two hours away too!

I think I may like it here, true the landscape is a bit  - flat and boring.  But there is some world class scenery just a stone’s throw away.

 

 

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Good Luck!

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Been watching the news in the morning, the TV news from some local affiliate. I don’t even know who produces it. ABC News I think. I really don’t watch it, my hosts do over breakfast.

Today’s “headlines” included the trial of a doctor who gave medication to Michael Jackson shortly before he died. They covered “Dancing with the Stars” like it was a straight new story. There was quite a bit about the weather, some college football coach got the sack..

Nowhere was the story about the thousands of people “occupying” Wall Street, and the police attacks against them. Nowhere was the story about the looming European financial meltdown.

Dancing with the Stars? That’s news? It’s a bad television “spectacle” where untalented people pretend they are dance stars.

 It’s not that the networks don’t know about the important things in the world I’d be naive to think that. It’s also not likely the government is somehow mandating what the network “news” services cover. No, it’s not any of those things.

It’s our fault, ours and not theirs. Networks provide entertainment and sell advertising. News about a depressive economy or angry young people who suddenly realize that they finished college and there are no jobs, is not entertaining. It’s scary. It’s scary because it affects us. It’s scary because it matters.

Michael Jackson does not matter to anyone; Dancing with the Stars does not matter to anyone. People pay attention to this rot and then, they don’t matter to “anyone.” Except they happily buy whatever product the network is hawking. Then they matter to the people over at the editor’s desk.

I find that scary.

Good night and good luck!

We are going to need it. 

 

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Living on Mars

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I made the mad trek to my new home last week. It was uneventful other than the fires in TX and the long silent spaces in LA. I navigated using my trusty G2 and I can say that this stuff works  well. As long as one has power that is. My Honda seemed to have a wiring problem which caused the ACC plug to stop working without blowing fuses. I was running my laptop during much of the trip which was storing images out the front windshield every 5 seconds. I tossed a few of these up on my web page and I’m trying to render these down to coherent clips of the trip. Just because I’m a geek you understand.

I found the drive relaxing. I had whatever music I wanted (except in the dead zones, then I had to fall back on my mp3 collection.) Strange that I have a bunch of bigfoot cries included with my MP3 stack. I don’t remember including that for some reason. It helped keep me awake (perhaps that was the reason.)

I arrived at around 12 noon on Saturday. Sunday I went running in the cool 69 degree air. I started work on Monday and I’ve been looking around for a cheap place to live. I’ve found one inside my price range and it has a pool. Somehow, apartment complexes in these parts are smaller and meaner than the ones in Florida. But they are cheaper. Standards are very different. (I never heard of a ‘swamp cooler” before.)

I’m not going to say exactly where I’m working. Sufficient to say I’m doing relativity important work. It’s in education (sort of) and I have an office with a thrilling view of a drilling field. I’m working with a number of computer labs, it’s almost exactly the same work I was doing at my last job with one (really two) major difference. We don’t deal with users very much and we keep the labs off of the Internet. I’ve discovered that what we were doing at my last job was more advanced than what we are doing here. This is a very good thing because I can get things more in tune with what I’m used to AND upgrade processes at the same time.

Otherwise, the landscape is kind of bland where I’m staying.  I can see mountains to the west.

There are few trees here.

The sky more than makes up for it.

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Tearful goodbyes.

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I got out around three-ish. Much later than I expected. We got the Fit packed to the gills, then Deb added another big plastic tote full l of  food and bedding, plus her guitar. She wants me to learn it while I’m alone. It’s too big for her anyway.

 

Dad met us for lunch and I was off. Deb and I were pretty weepy when I left (I was anyway.)

The cigarette lighter went first thing, that was bad news because I’m using it to power my phone/nav-aid. It was not a fuse either. The wiring is probably going  under the console. I rigged power through the dome light.

Stopped at J&J’s place, I think it’s about 300+ miles out.

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Here we go!

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That old Paul Simon song keeps running through my head. “Well I’m on my way, Don’t know where I’m go’wen.”

I know exacly where e’m going and how long I will be there. To the ends of the Earth and forever! I’ve got a big load of stuff that I’m hoping will ‘fit’ into my Honda Fit. Luckily I’m being assisted by the packing goddess herself.

 

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