Update to yesterday's rant

Okay, the guy who went postal on me yesterday came back over today and apologized. I appreciate it and truly hope it's genuine, not forced by his boss who was present during the "discussion" Ultimately, none of this shit matters anyway.

Now for shit that does matter, how about a Dogfish Head Chicory Stout??? Yum, delicious!!!

Rant

I work for a home furnishings retailer managing the group who unload trucks and restock the store prior to it's opening. This past Friday, one of my folks was hit in the head by a steel divider(fortunately he wasn't hurt badly) used to keep mattresses standing on their edge from flopping over in the sales location(s) These dividers were supplied through a group within the company responsible for equipment used in all our stores. Monday AM, two of the individuals from this equipment group came over from corporate headquarters (located conveniently next door) to inspect the dividers that failed, etc. Before I get to the reason for this rant I'll explain how these dividers work: the mattresses are stored in steel racking and the dividers clamp (poorly) onto the support beams for the racking by means of a nut welded to the clamp and a thumbscrew. Suffice it to say, it's a poor design and the fabrication is as poor or worse. During my discussion with the two "experts", one of them repeatedly directed blame for the incident at "stupid coworkers" who loaded the racking, racking that is loaded by hand, one piece at a time and then unloaded by customers, by hand, one at a time. When I admonished him for his comments and pointed out this could have just as easily happened to a customer, he got loud and shitty. The balls of this guy, instead of acknowledging there needed to be a fix for this part, he foisted blame on a guy whose only crime was doing his job. Rare and special people, how do they manage to find me?

Where's the party?

A question I've been asking myself quite often lately. Work? No party there, the poor economy has forced me to reduce (decision made far beyond me) the worked hours of the 26 folks who report to me, guess who gets to pick up the pieces at the end of the day? I was recently invited to join a private group populated by a small number of what I thought were like-minded individuals. What it's turning out to be is a closed door society where I'm very much the odd man out. Still not sure why the hell I even got an invitation.

What do I know? I'm just a guy who likes bikes.

Simpler times.

Remember when a six or two of these led to a late night binge on these? I can still get PBR anywhere but the White Castle requires a 50 mile ride to the closest location to my home. Thanks goodness my wife and my roots are on Long Island, which has no shortage of the delicious "belly bombers" Makes the trip back to visit the in-laws somewhat more palatable.

Identity theft...

Yep, I can now count myself as one more victim. Some rat bastard got hold of my credit card number and had him/herself a party. They bought themselves memberships from several different "by-the-month" services, the type that ship regularly each month and bill you accordingly, including one of the more popular acne solutions, little pimpled bastards. Fortunately my wife caught it before things got too out of hand but I'd love to catch the fuck(s) that did this.

MTB cool...

...personified. Not only was he the most dominant multi-event racer of all time, he was one cool ass mofo, his choice of Coors Light not withstanding.

Internet nonsense

As many are, I've been a member at mtbr.com for quite some time. My usual haunts are the Singlespeed, 29er and VRC forums and it's the latter that's driven this post. There's an ongoing bitchfest on the Vintage-Retro-Classic forum that's boiled into an all-out, childish, name calling, finger pointing war between two distinct factions. I'll spare you the rehashing here as this bullshit is easy enough to find and read for yourself. The whole mess begs a few simple questions, why is anyone getting upset about what's said on the Internet and, why can't the same individuals filter through what they're not interested in reading and move past it?

Here's a pic for you to enjoy while I ponder the world's problems. What would Joe say about this nonsense?