The Rooster Strikes Again!

You know what REALLY grinds my gears? Stupid bitches. My fiance (not the stupid bitch, just to clarify), has been friends with some girl (the stupid bitch) at her work for some time now. My fiance introduced her to her boyfriend, has been there for her through all her drama and listened to all her "woe-is-me" shit, and hung out with her when she had no other friends... yada yada yada. The whole shabang, being a great friend.

They were both in the same position at their company and were both shooting for higher positions. They made an agreement not to go for the same positions. They told each other which positions they were going for so that they didn't cross each other's applications. Well, one person held to that agreement... my fiance.

The stupid bitch ends up applying for the same position as my fiance. They go through the interview process and the stupid bitch ends up getting the job. Words from the hiring manager: "[Stupid Bitch] only got the position because she has a degree, even though you were much more qualified".

WTF?! First off, the Stupid Bitch just proved herself to be a real shitty friend, shitty person, and all around just a dumb cunt. Ya, I went there. I hope you read this Stupid Bitch. You will know exactly who you are! You are a fucking traitor! I already knew you were a psycho bitch when it came to you dating my buddy, but when you fuck with the woman I love, you hit a new low.

Secondly, WTF is wrong with this company?! You hire someone with a piece of paper when you know someone else is more qualified for the job? You are fucking idiots. No wonder all your products are shit. I wouldn't even buy a light bulb from you fucking morons.

Now back to you, Stupid Bitch. I hope you fail miserably at this job. I hope my buddy opens his eyes and sees you for the unrealistic psychotic bitch you are. I want your traitorous faults to be exposed to all so you can experience your friends (by association only) and colleagues turn their backs on you like you did to my fiance.

For everyone else reading this... sorry you had to see/read this side of me. Trust me, it takes A LOT to get me to this point.

I guess this just goes to say something about the friends I've had for so many years. I thank you and praise you for your friendships, for being there when I needed you, for feeling comfortable enough to come to me when you need me, for being just all around good people. I pray that you never get involved with someone like Stupid Bitch. Just to set expectations, I will NOT put up this shit for anyone else. If you do get involved with someone like this, please know that when I say something about it - take it seriously, don't be offended for long. I'm only trying to help not just you, but everyone esle in our circle. We don't need this shit.

Labels: advice, food for thought, hypocrisy, jackassery, omnipotent stick, sand in your vagina

Posted by Rooster at 8:21 AM | Permalink | Comments

For the last year or so, I've lived in a rental house. It was a seemingly nice house. Decorated, decently sized, very nice yard. It was great for my fiancee and soon to be step-daughter. A few months into living there, we found a leak in the roof. It wasn't too bad, or so we thought.

As summer came to a close, fall and winter rolled in. We had big rainstorms through 2007 and as each one hit, the leak got worse. We kept exeriencing this and it is still a problem to this day.

My landlord had "fixed" this many times. I use the term "fixed" very loosely. He kept sending his friend to "fix" it. In fact, while I lived there, I have had to be home 8 times while these issues were addressed. Apparently there were another 6 times before we even moved in.

It wasn't a huge leak, so we figured we could negotiate a lower price on the house since he offered to sell it to us.

When we talked about buying the house, the landlord said he wanted $390,000 for it. At that point, we decided we were going to check out other houses that didn't have issues, would cost way less, and not have a trashy-ass trailer park with mass mullets running amuck across the street. The owners are going to sell it anyway

We found a beautiful home with almost nothing needing to be done for $340,000. Awesome deal, love the new house, but that's not the focus of my story here.

Anyway, in our last week there, we are in the process of cleaning the place up. My fiancee just called me and said a drywaller was there and overheard a conversation between him and the owners of the house. The owners asked him to cover it up and make it look like there was no damage.

So the guy gets to work, tears the ceiling apart, and discovers the entire roof is on the verge of collapsing because it is so rotten.

He tried nailing two 2x4's on each side of the support beams to give them new support. The original support beams couldn't support the new 2x4's. They didn't crack, they didn't break. They smooshed. WTF?! Ya, I know, wood isn't supposed to smoosh, but this time it did.

This is so bad. I've talked to every roofer that has come out to do an estimate. Every single one of them have said I dodged a bullet. I didn't know how big this bullet was until this last incident.

And yet, the owner is still trying to cover this up and sell the house. Hm... who wants to start a pool on how long it takes for someone to sue my old landlord for everything he's got?

Labels: idiots, jackassery, sand in your vagina

Posted by Rooster at 2:02 PM | Permalink | Comments

This morning I get up and get ready for work. Once I'm ready to go, I step outside and have my morning cigarette before I go fight the traffic. As I'm smoking my cancer stick, I notice my front license plate is missing a screw. Just one. The thing is the screws, as you can tell by looking at the picture below, need the cap popped off and then unscrewed to be removed. That doesn't just happen. That means someone actually made the effort to steel just one screw/cap combo from my license. Who does that?! Seriously?!



So, I called VW to find out if I could by just the one screw replacement, or even all four. Anything to avoid paying almost $30 for a whole frame. Nope. Notta. Gotta buy the whole damn thing.

Labels: jackassery, sand in your vagina

Posted by Rooster at 3:12 PM | Permalink | Comments

I saw this "news" article on Google today: Sheryl Crow's war on toilet paper.

The jist of it is Sheryl Crow is calling for a ban on overusage of toilet paper. Limit one square per sitting. "It will help save the Earth".

This is something I should have added to my list of pet peeves: Celebrities who use their fame to voice their opinion to the world. Guess what? Artists, actors, etc became famous because of their talent in movies, music, whatever. Not because of their opinion.

• Dixie Chicks were famous for their country music. Then they shared their political opinion in a concert. Now they lost their fame and the country music fans have boycotted their music.
• Arnold Schwarzenegger was a famous actor for dozens of movies. Everybody loved him. He then became the California Governer and pissed off a bunch of people with his "girly men" comment. Now he's hated by a lot of people. "It's not a tumor!"
• Rosie O'Donnel... man, I don't even have to explain this one.
• And now... Sheryl Crow wants to limit the world to one square of TP.

There are many, many more I could cover, but I think blogger has a character limit at some point.

The fact is, like I mentioned above, people only like these celebrities for their talent.

Opinion is not talent!

Labels: food for thought, idiots, jackassery, sand in your vagina

Posted by Rooster at 10:50 AM | Permalink | Comments

Adventures at Microsoft... oh yes. What a grand time indeed. The Omnipotent Stick proves itself again.

Coming back from lunch today, I scan my badge to get in the building and as I start to step through the door, 8 people just barrel their way through, pretty much shoving me out of the way. From my (and anyone else that may have seen it) point of view, I was first there and should have been the first one through the door.

The first four people didn't even acknowledge me, just snubbed their way through with their noses sticking up in the air. The fifth and sixth people just gave a head nod, just acknowledging my presence. The seventh person said "Guess you're the doorman, eh?" and the eighth person actually said "thank you."

Congratulations #8, you're on my O.K. list. However, the Omnipotent Stick reigns freely on 1-7. I can't really blame them though, I'd be just as upset and rude to people if I had a sand-packed vagina and a stick shoved so far up my ass that it scratched my nostrils.

For other stories and how-to's on dealing with Omnipotent Stick, click on the titles below.

The Omnipotent Stick
Return of the Omnipotent Stick

Labels: omnipotent stick, sand in your vagina

Posted by Rooster at 12:08 PM | Permalink | Comments

I don't understand why people are getting their panties in a bunch over Tent City.

It's a good thing. People constantly complain how horrible the homeless rate is, yet when these people band together and construct "Tent City", a place the homeless can call home, a destitute "apartment" complex so-to-speak, people are freaking out, saying they don't want it around.

"It's unsafe". "There are schools nearby and it doesn't seem right".

These people have a right to live. "Tent City" is a lot better than having these begging, sick, and dying citizens strewn all over our streets with no shelter.

Quit complaining and try coming up with a solution for once! Stop being the problem!

My Fiance and I were talking about this and came up with a solution in a manner of minutes.

If people don't feel "safe" with homeless camping out in the vicinity, why not have these people registered so that, if needed, they can easily be identified?

Doesn't sound like much? Well, think of it this way: Sex offenders are only required to register so that people are aware of where they live. For sex offenders, Level 1 to 3, this is all they need to do and no one can do anything about having them around. Most homeless people's worst crime is panhandling, yet they are treated worse then people who violently rape innocent human beings.

I really try not to judge people, but it's so hard not to when I know this level of hypocrisy is in our society.

These people have way too much sand in their vagina. That's right, I went there.

Labels: homeless people, hypocrisy, sand in your vagina, tent city

Posted by Rooster at 10:26 PM | Permalink | Comments

So, a little over a week ago, there was the supposed bomb scare when people found little electronic components with an image of the Moonbot from Aqua Teen Hunger Force flipping off anyone who's eyes may have seen it.

Most of them looked like broken remote controls.

I know talking about this is like beating a dead horse, but I had to add my two cents.

You people have lost your entire sense of humor. That's exactly what is wrong with this country now. The majority is so wrapped up in security that it has forgotten the fundamentals of what it is to be an American.

Freedom of Speech. Opportunity. The right to be who you are without conviction.

Pull that stick out of your ass and remember what country you live in. Stop overreacting to stupid crap like this. Just remember, when you freak out like you have to such trivial pranks such as this, that means the terrorists have gotten exactly what they want, to make us live in fear.

Labels: idiots, national security, omnipotent stick, sand in your vagina

Posted by Rooster at 10:45 AM | Permalink | Comments

You know, I am absolutely amazed at how some people survive in this world. In my job, I am a business analyst, project manager, tech support, and an administrator for an application at work. I'm a busy guy. I don't really have time to decipher emails from people that can't even speak or type in any form of English.

I can work with some typos and the occasional skipped word, but when someone is trying to get something across to me and throws out misspelled words, contractions where they shouldn't be, double negatives, and contradictions to one's own statements, it makes my job really difficult.

Here is an example of what I am dealing with right now:

Idiot: I would like to make an account on your [system] or [some other system]. I took over this job from a gentleman with the name. He had an account here. I am not doing work for this in Illinois. Can you please contact me on how I can get account.

Me: Do you need an account for [my application] or [the other system]? They are two different systems, both are based on the [vendor] platform. I can help with [my application]. If you're not sure which one, just let me know what type of work you'll be doing and I should be able to figure out what you need.

If you already know you need access to [my application], go [URL], click "Apply for an Account", and fill out all the required information.

Idiot: I have a [other system] account. I saw that after I send you email. I apply one. If I didn't something wrong please let me know.

So, I then get a new user request from this guy in my system. Keep in mind, the new user request specifically details what is required information. This includes what access levels you need, what you will be doing in the system, first/last name, office phone number, and email address.

The idiot fails to enter what access levels he needs or what he will be doing in the application, so I have no idea how to set him up. On top of that, he enters his 5 digit office phone number, which somehow consists of numbers AND letters. Oh, and he also skipped his email address, but "luckily" I already had it from the email chain.

How this guy gets up in the morning and dresses himself, is beyond me. How he has the title "engineer" is also beyond me. The fact that someone hired this guy to do a job, proves he is not the only one which is this stupid.

This is proof that evolution is complete crap. Survival of the fittest? No, survival of the most reproductive is more like it. Stupid people breed excessively, and there is power in numbers, thus making stupid very, very powerful. No comment on the Bush Administration.

At least I can look at the bright side: If nothing sucked, nothing would be awesome. If nothing was ugly, nothing would be beautiful. Without stupid, there would be no smart.

Labels: evolution proven wrong, idiots, random thoughts, sand in your vagina

Posted by Rooster at 9:44 AM | Permalink | Comments

You know what grinds my gears? People like the Monoco family that are suing Disneyland because Tigger hit their son.

Has anyone watched the CBS interview with this family?

Anyone with half a brain can see this family has been coached by their lawyer and is lying through their teeth. The little bastard didn't even get hit that hard, however, he had enough "neck pain" to necessitate medication. They say the kid never provoked Tigger, but if you even glance at the video, you can see the kid did something to Tigger when he reached behind Tigger's back. However, "they did nothing to provoke Tigger.

This case is just as stupid as that one moron lady who sued McDonalds because SHE spilled hot coffee on herself.

Personally, I think we should, with a lack of better terms, kill two birds with one stone: Line up the Monoco kid next to the Burning Coffee Lady, give Tigger a pair of boxing gloves and have him beat the ever living crap out of them. Justice is served.

Labels: advice, evolution proven wrong, idiots, irony, sand in your vagina

Posted by Rooster at 7:11 PM | Permalink | Comments

There's a new office linebacker in town! Apparently this is the result of office gossip...

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Posted by Rooster at 5:06 PM | Permalink | Comments