Tradition dictates I jot something here. I really haven't got much to add to what I have been writing about. I could wax poetic about doom coming to all those who have done me wrong. That is a waste of energy. I am taking the high road here. I have to earn my own living here on out.
May 29, 2011
It just keeps getting better. It still amazes me just how far down the rabbit hole this job had sucked me into. I never did appeal to the idea of goose stepping along to the beat of the corporate drum. It's mind control. People talk about the New World Order and Mind Control, but they think it is out there someplace. They don't realize they are standing right at ground zero. If you have to endure a reign of terror in order to earn a living, you seriously need to take a look at that picture. Something isn't right. If you are being torn down physically, you are vulnerable to emotional attack. If you become an emotional hostage every time you walk into the place you work in, there is something wrong.
I am concerned with how I am going to earn a living. I have some time. I have ideas. There are part-time employment opportunities. My mind is free. That is the key. Master Yourself, and all else will fall into place. This is my statement. It's a variation of Physician Heal Thyself and Know Thyself. It works for me. When I get caught up in the whirlwind of kaos, my thoughts return here.
One last note. My head was stuck so far up my ass I forgot about Brat Fest. That puts it in a nutshell.
May 27, 2011
All drama aside, this past week has been one for the ages. I have sat here knowing that there was something I had to do at this moment in time, to turn my life around. I have reached that goal. I put my own advice to measure. I put one foot forward and kept walking out the front door of the store I have been working in these past four years. The fog is lifting.
The bullying tactics were always obvious. The economy is shot and they believe they can do with you until they are finished with you. State and federal regulations are not enforced. The Human Resource Department consists of one person. This one person just happens to be second in command. I don't even think this arrangement is legal. It certainly isn't ethical. They have her under their thumb. She is afraid of loosing her job. Everyone in the store is afraid. In order to survive, you work without breaks. You work off the clock. You do the job of two people. If you can't keep up it is because you are refusing to do, "what you are told to do". The weight of this burden, in order to make a paycheck, drains you physically and spiritually. The people you work with are angry. They deal with anger by lashing out at others. This is what I have been dealing with. This isn't what I was meant to be doing. It all boiled down to that. There was only one thing that had to change; take the store out of the equation.
I will need time to decompress. I have enough funds to live for one year. Today was a glorious day. I was so tied up into the production schedules and unaceptable workloads I had to shoulder these past four years, I had forgotten why I am here. Perhaps, after all my doubts, I am meant to be here, at this time, and in this place. I was at peace today. I haven't felt that in a very long time.
May 16, 2011
I didn't rejoice when I read this news, but it was one of those "gotch-cha" moments; sportscaster gets fired over remarks made on Twitter, etc. I have not been that vocal on Twitter. I still enjoy looking at the Powershell tweets. My gut was telling me six months ago the clamps were coming down.
The new car drives great. I had a phone message on the recorder when I got home from work tonight. The agent I do insurance with has a daughter working the business with him. The message from her was " ... we are still waiting for the correct VIN number from you so we can change over your insurance." I wasn't informed of a problem with the VIN number. It's always something. This country is over populated with knobs, boobs, and idiots.
May 12, 2011
I drove the van for the last time today. I rolled the dice. I made the pass line. Tomorrow morning I will walk down the street to Melton Motors and pick up my new vehicle. I bought a 1995 Buick Riviera. The interior is immaculate. The engine sounds perfect. It doesn't have any rust on it. It has way too many miles than I am really comfortable with, but again, it's a Buick. It has 158,000. I was just looking around the Internet, and I saw a 1995 Buick Riviera with 78,000 miles on it selling for $6900. I'm paying $3600. New brakes come with. I asked for them. My insurance will simply switch. I'm fully covered. This purchase has been long overdue. My sock fund has sat in the drawer for over a year. I didn't encounter any situation where I had to dig into it. As long as I keep my nose clean, I will have the sock fund back to full strength in six months. And, I will have a nice vehicle. I can head to the Dells sometime on a day off and enjoy myself. I'll get a picture of it, and the van up here soon.
May 11, 2011
"... we do not have time for this silliness.
We have better stuff to do.
I've got better stuff to do."
I find these comments disturbing. When did The Constitution of the United States of America become silly? You can answer that question in the privacy of your own heart.
May 10, 2011
The "issue" with Northwest Territorial Mint i.e. fuck up has been rectified. I am still locked in 36.19 @ 50 OZ silver. I was specifically told, [and this conversation was recorded] "don't write the check till you get an e-mail confirmation with proper instructions on how to send the check first". I never got the confirmation. They were expecting the check to be mailed within two business days, and received within ten. If it doesn't arrive on time, you get pinched. If the price of silver is higher than what you had locked into, NWTM charges your credit card the spread price. If spot silver is $5 higher ten business days after I got locked in, and they haven't received payment, NWTM will cancell your order, charge your credit card a $35 fee AND charge you the spot silver spread. In this case, $250 ($5 X 50 OZ). I was told I had a grace period for the days I lost due to their error. I dropped the check in the mail this afternoon. They will have it by Monday 16 May 2011 at the latest; seven business days. All is well that ends well, so they say. I haven't had any major problems with NWTM. I realize it was a bad day. Looking at the invoice I got, my man Josh who took the order lost the sale.
At this time frame ... 3:55 PM ... spot silver is $38.47. You can see my concern. $38.47 - $36.19 = $2.28 X 50 = $114.00 I would shit If I had my order cancelled and had this money charged to my credit card, plus the $35 cancellation fee; $149.00! It didn't happen so that is good. Just goes to show you, you have to be watching your back at all times, especially in financial matters. You can't trust anyone. I'm just a small time operator trying to leverage some knowledge and limited funds to help earn a few extra dollars to get by with. I don't need this aggravation. The check I was expecting Monday did arrive on Monday. The amount was correct. Life is good.
Even if the world is a burning cinder, life is good.
May 6, 2011
Here is a snapshot of spot silver earlier this morning. I am pleased.
Northwest Territorial Mint did not send me the e-mail promised telling me how they want their check delivered. I called them this morning. They told me it would be sent as soon as this person got in the office. She was expected to arrive within the hour. I will have to send the check tomorrow. Speaking of checks, I expect to receive my payment for the sale of 50 OZ @ $49.11 Saturday; Monday at the latest. I have not received any conformation the check has been sent. I realize this is a hectic time for NWTM. My job entails a degree of the same. I am still required to have all the loose ends tied before I leave for the day.
May 5, 2011
Ordered the derringer I had my eye on. Hopefully, the additional barrel I ordered will be in stock; 357Magnum / 38 Special over-under. The SnakeSlayer IV standard barrel is the .410 / 45 long colt over-under. I purchased an excellent holster.
Here is a great article about the SnakeSlayer IV.
Bond Arms - Refining the Elements of
Derringer Design.
Converting cash into hard assets is not a bad idea. Firearms are a wise investment.
I will be looking into a gun club here in Stoughton. I need a place to go and practice.
I am wheeling and dealing again. I like it. I sold 50 OZ of silver at $49.11 ... I bought 50 OZ of silver this afternoon for $36.19. When it hits $60, I'll sell. A close source tells me silver will be $60 by mid-June. Last December he was saying $45-50 silver by May. He hasn't been wrong. I have no doubt in my mind at this juncture that silver will be $60 by the end of December. That is being conservative. It makes no difference to me. I will realize a tidy sum.
I know the world is toast. I accept this. I intend to live -- now. If this modest sum of wealth I have can bring me some comfort, joy, or satisfaction, I would be greatly humbled. Driving a better car isn't the path to Enlightenment, but it is foolish to be driving a vehicle that is unreliable. I need this job to sustain Stonne Inc. Summer is coming . I want to be able to go someplace and enjoy myself. I can't do this with the turd I am driving.
May 2, 2011
I intend to enjoy the beauty that surrounds me today. It is fleeting. It always has been. I mentioned in my last post that I am prospering. Today, I sold some scrap gold for $699.66 That covers the cost of a particular firearm I have my eye on. Bond Arms - SnakeSlayer IV I have also made arrangements with a car dealership to locate a Buick with lower miles, if possible. My van is shot to hell. I need a better vehicle. There is no reason not to have it. I work hard. I need to play hard. Like I have mentioned, today is the the day to enjoy the fruits of your labors. Today is the day to enjoy the life you create. Take pride in your accomplishments however humble they may be.
