Sucks

 

Work sucks…

Maybe there’s someone who knows more about what it is I’m paid to do than me…maybe.  At one time I could name quite a few who knew more about what I’m paid to do than me…not anymore.  Frankly, I’m the best, or one of the best, at what I do.  I’m paid very well for my expertise.  But…I’m tired.  I am finally at the point of understanding the word retirement.

I’ve been instrumental in the construction of a lot of very big construction projects…for the past twenty years or so, at a senior level.  There’s something very satisfying in knowing that when I’m on a project others look to me for leadership and direction.

Currently I’m the lead project controls engineer on a $70,000,000 Cryogenics plant in Texas.  We are four months into the final ten month or so construction phase.  There are two issues with this project.  The first is that four days before I started this project the person of whom I replaced was terminated. In three and a half months my predecessor did just a smidgeon more than nothing.  And the wee bit he did do was absolutely worthless.  Essentially the dude I replaced did nothing the entire time he worked on the project.  Was he overwhelmed or incompetent?  I don’t know…and could care less. The only reason I mention it at all is that unbeknownst to me, the assignment I took resulted in me being dumped into the middle of a moderately complicated petrochemical project and has required me to spend a huge amount of time playing catch-up as I endeavor to get things back on track.

The second issue is that I have the worst supervisor God ever put on this planet.  Jerk, asshole, motherfucker, scum bag, etc just doesn’t do him justice, though that is probably a too harsh assessment of him.  My boss doesn’t work on-site.  My boss works in the corporate office.  He is not to be confused with my immediate supervisor, the site Project Manager…who is a great guy.  My boss is not a great guy.  From the very first day, when he met me on site for training and spent two days telling me things I already knew, he and I have been involved in a running war.  I have never ever had a worse boss.  Even the most mundane of interaction ends up in a battle with him.  He has the personality of a pompous brick.

The project is a moose.  I’ve worked six and seven days a week, a minimum of ten hours per day.  I’ve been on the job for a full month now.  As my so-called boss is too chicken shit to fire me yet, it appears the only way I’ll leave the job is if I quit…It’s a toss up.  If I didn’t want a brand new BMW-Z4 so bad I’d take great pleasure in telling that wack job to shove it. 

I’ve gotten a couple of e-mails asking why I dropped out of the debate.  I haven’t answered them because, well…I haven’t dropped out.  The truth is what it is.  I just don’t give a damn.

Trans activist and the authority of everything trans, Autumn Sandeen, essentially accused me a while back of making it a life quest to prove she wasn’t a woman.  What?  I don’t have to prove Autumn is not female…a dry gourd knows she’s not; she’s trans though.  Others have thanked me for defending them…while they become deaf mutes when it’s my ass being skewered.  One trans activist’s hero has a child they named Mayhem…now that is a name for one’s child for a parent to be proud of.   Another takes great pride in showing off her muscles…go figure.  The way strange thing about Ms. Muscles is that she actually thinks she’s a fox.  One friend succeeded in embarrassing me virtually every time we were ever together…it was kind of like “get together, participate in a scene.” 

It’s not just the transgender side.  I’ve watched so called women of history appear and disappear regularly on the internet.  Each with their own set of credentials custom made to set them up as the “real deal.”  They’re like some exotic worm that rises from the mud every few years or so…makes a big stink…then buries itself.  Some state repeatedly how stable and adjusted they are, yet never fail to engage the hapless transvestite who questions their legitimacy.  Some of these flame wars seem to be endless, often with well over a hundred back-and-forth comments…complete with the obligatory Mr. Whoever.  Like referring to some transvestite by the Mr. salutation makes a flying fuck difference to anybody.  I wonder when some of these people are going to realize that making a face at someone on the net means nothing.

I think all of them are strange…stuck on stupid.

And the debate?  What friggin debate?  Since the advent of the GLBT’s more than liberal interpretation of the concepts of homophobia and transphobia it is impossible to discuss any issues.

I meant what I said a couple of months ago…I don’t need this kind of crap.  The rest of you knock yourself out if that rocks your boat.  If something’s way over the edge I might comment on it…then again, I might not.