Sunday, January 30, 2005

Grotesque gluttony

To celebrate the sale of our home on Thursday, we stopped at Golden Corral for dinner. Actually, I think it was more that we have so many boxes in the kitchen, it is nearly impossible to get a meal done without moving 10 boxes. That, and after the news of the van repair bill, we just could not take going home to the storage area (kitchen) and taking 2 hours to cook, eat, and cleanup.

We arrived at the restaurant and it was 90% full. I had the impression that we were very out of place there. Normally, the people in This restaurant are older. I would even venture to say that 30% were usually 80 years old or older. But not this time. I would venture to say that the average age of the adults there today were 34 to 36. Most everyone there had two kids. This still is not a remarkable fact, considering the restaurant and it's location. I would say that is where the normalcy stops.

This crowd was scary. I would estimate that 80 to 90 percent of the people were overweight. And we are not talking about some people who are 20 pounds overweight. I am talking about people who if measured around the waist, would be larger than their height. We are talking people who would make Richard Simmons cringe. These folks were huge. There was this feeding frenzy in progress which made me realize why many third world countries hate us and think we are the great Satan. The whole scene was revolting. It was big fat husbands, with their enormously fat wives, and they brought along their screaming, undisciplined, moronic, plump kids.

I followed around one woman who had her grotesquely fat daughter trailing behind. The woman had two heaping plates in her left hand, and one more in her right. All the time, she was telling her daughter, "Just follow me and will go back for some steak". OK, at this point I was really getting sick to my stomach at what has happening around me. I had my one plate with a big spoonful of green beans, a small piece of ham, half a spoon of mashed potatoes with a tablespoon of gravy, and a little bit of Cole slaw. I looked over at one woman's table as I was going back to my table. She had wasted more on her plate she left on the table than I took for my main trip.

The one piece I have to relate was the family of 5 who had to have a combined weight of 1100 pounds. Each of them waddled back and forth to the various steam tables over and over. I had to quit counting the males plates because after 5, the "helper" or what ever they are called there kept walking by ever few minutes and picking up the scraps and such. I couldn't really tell if he was the husband. His hand was so fat, I doubt he could have put on a wedding band if he tried. Anyway, the big point of this was before we were leaving, the 10 year old son had another desert plate. It consisted of three pieces of cake, a bowl of ice cream with sprinkles, two big sugar cookies and what looked like about a cup and a half of gummy bears. That is when we had to leave.

The last one, with the 10 year old that probably weighed 160 was the last straw. IMHO, that is child abuse. Anyone that lets their child get to be something that would show up on the front of the National Enquirer, should have their children taken away because they have no business being a parent.

Sure, this was not an episode of Jerry Springer, but all it would have taken was a stage and a couple of flying chairs.

I can't even continue. The thought of it makes me ill. I will leave it at that. Just remember, if someone asks you if you want to go to the "All you can eat buffet", remember that it is not a challenge, just the name.


Saturday, January 29, 2005

Better now.

Last night, I was 2nd out and felt terrible. Might have been all the stress of the last 48 hours. So, I marked off.

This morning, I feel better after a good night sleep. I just marked back up and I am feeling better but not great.

Right now, I am 11th out for call so I imagine I will get out this afternoon since there is an RCO spot vacant.

There are people who wonder why I don't get the other jobs around the yard. It is because I am RCO qualified and since there are only a handful of people qualified for that position and a lot of open positions, I seem to only get called for RCO. It could be worse.


Friday, January 28, 2005

Next time, please ask your doctor!

Once again, a friend asked my opinion on what laptop to buy. I can't figure it out. Why do they ask me? What makes it so important that they ask? Why do I say that?

Because they never listen!
When I worked for Compaq, there were so many problems with the local service center. They would take days to repair equipment. And when they did get the work done, it was not always up to the standards I would expect from a company of that size and influence. On top of that, most of the hardware we used had problems. Yes, I know they had high satifaction rates, but there were extenuating circumstances to that. Also, their hardware was completely propritary so if you wanted to buy parts, you had to buy theirs. For a corporation, that is not a big deal. It commits you to buying parts that are guaranteed to work. For home users, it means that unless you get what you want on the initial build, your going to pay a very high price for add-ons and replacements.

IRT to what I said about the Doctor in the title. That refers to someone asking their Doctor about a bad pain or if you need stiches from that cut you received when sharpening the mower blades. Then after he/she gives you their educated answer, you ask your best friends uncle (who cleans grease traps) what to do for your medical problem. That is not a very smart thing to do.

But, that is what has happened the last 8 times someone asks me what would be best in the way of a laptop. I keep asking myself, why do they ask, when they are going to do what ever they want to anyway? Or at least that is the way it is going.

Sure, I try and help out when I can. But there are only so many times you can be asked and then when you get there to help them setup as you said you would you find they bought exactly what you recommended against. I truely give up on helping anyone anymore. It is just not worth the agrivation.

And people always want to know why I wear a shirt that says "No, I will not fix your computer!"


Dish network and taking it in the shorts

Check this one out. When we sold our house, the buyers wanted the satellite dishes and receivers. No problem is what I am thinking. They wanted it and we can easily do without friggin' satellite TV (for the rest of our lives).

Now for the interesting part. I called Dish Network to terminate my service. Not a problem. We were even going to have a zero balance as of the end of the day tomorrow.

A mental flag shot up at this point. This is way to convenient to have a zero balance when I am canceling my service.
I asked her a question that brought up keeping the dish on for a day. She said that was not a problem. We could keep it on for another two days without paying anything.
There is something fishy going on here. No business like this will give you something for nothing.
"Well, how long can I keep the dish on without paying any additional payments?" She responded, "You can keep your service active until about the 20th of February."
Now I am in total disbelief that this company would automatically screw me over.
"So", (me again) you were not going to automatically refund what I over paid?" She carefully responded, "I can refund your account and that check will be to you in 7 to 10 business days." No, she wouldn't tell me about a refund of overpayment. I know that once this happened (automatically refunding my account when I closed it out) that they have forever lost a customer. I can't believe that this company would stoop so low as to keep my overpayment.

I guess it goes to show that you always have to watch your back, because you can never assume that a business in the US will do the right thing.

Beware consumers! Let the screwing from corporate America (especially Dish Network) begin!!!


Thursday, January 27, 2005

Bang........

Actually, I should say,

  • Bang,
  • Whirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr,
  • Rat - tat,tat,tat,tat......,
  • Errrrrrrrrrrrrrr,
  • CLICK, and that was the end of the transmission in the van.

    We had it towed to the dealership because we were not sure of the problem. Once there, we got the call that the differential had shot through the transaxle and destroyed the whole system.

    BTW, never use Gray's Garage for your towing. We called at 10:23 and they said it would be an hour to get there. At 11:23, I called again and they said it would be another half an hour. At 11:55, "Oh he is on the way and will be there in a half an hour". At 12:23 it was just another half an hour. At 12:50, "he is on the way now". And when he finally arrived two hours late, the guy put the van on the tow truck bed and drove off. I call that pathetic and will never ever use them again. I will do my best to recommend anyone else to someone in need. What a crock of shit when a business bullshits their way through the day and wastes your time and money.
    Now for the transmission. It is wasted. The dealership said they called around for a used part, but they said they could not procure one. I can understand that one. Most salvage yards will not pull a transaxle because of the work involved. So that summarily puts us back several thousand dollars for a new transmission/transaxle.

    The worst part of it all, is that the 100,000 mile warranty ran out three weeks ago. I personally think that the auto manufactures engineer their vehicles to breakdown just past the 100,000 mile mark. Remember, these are the same engineers who "do" design vehicles that mainly run on unleaded gasoline. The same executives who "could" manufacture engines that run on renewable fuel sources. The same dealers/salesmen who "would" probably sell their mothers soul for 100K a year salary with stock options and a pension. And we are the "Stupid" ones who continuously buy these flashy pieces of crap because we have no alternative choices and no other way to get back and forth.

    Oops, I forgot..... These are the same companies that engineered the removal of mass transit in most cities. Cincinnati is one of those cities where GM (not exclusively) paid for track removal of inexpensive transportation from the downtown area, and where the greed and sloth of city officials allowed the citizens in the general tax paying population to be shoved further down into a lower class, "unless" you bought a car for each worker in the household. But that is another story for later on.
    Well, the van is currently on a rack at the dealership, waiting on a part that is supposed to be delivered in the morning. If things go as planned, we should have the van back tomorrow evening, and be out $3,000 dollars by the weekend.


  • Closing day on the house

    We are supposed to close (sell the house) at 1600 today. The realtor does not expect any complications. I do but that happens when you get screwed many times over, you just expect it.

    Like what happened with my Ex-wife. She made it her point to continiously screw me over when ever things took a bad turn in her life. At least that is what my lawyers and her friends have said.
    Today, all we have to do is get there with our drivers licenses and a checkbook. The buyers have delusions that we are made of money. I really did tell the woman buying the house that we would not be selling if it was not such a financial burdon for me.

    More on this after we are done.


    Friday, January 21, 2005

    Tired

    No much time for sleep right now. The kids are home for a "Teacher Inservice Day" and, well they are kids. Goofy little laughing, fighting, loud little people who have no idea (or care) why I am trying to sleep. That is OK, I will wake them up every hour or so the next time I am up all night. [snickering]

    When I returned home from work, there were 5 wriggling little things in the bed.

  • Bridget,
  • Richard,
  • William,
  • Maryann,
  • And the cat was on top.
    He was on everyones feet. At least he was the only one that was not moving.

    Right now, I am 10th out for call and will done with rest at 1405. I just hope I can get some sleep before I get called again and have to go back to work. The railroad yard is one place where you need to be awake and alert at all times.


  • Thursday, January 20, 2005

    Packing up books and sewing materials

    At the moment, we are packing up some more books and such. We are not closing till next Thursday, but while we have a few moments, what the hey.

    We have the whole month of February to get packed out and with the amount of materials, it will take that to get it all into storage.

    Finding a good storage place will be the task for tomorrow. Anyone have some ideas for the Anderson area?


    Snowing again

    It is snowing and not too cold. I am 6th out for call and at this time, I don't see any open slots past 5. I might not get called but I would not bet on it.


    Wednesday, January 19, 2005

    The Ranger is gone forever.

    Today, is the last day I will ever see my Ranger. It is gone forever. The next time anyone sees it, the body will be on a 4x4 frame and have some other paint scheme.

    I spoke to the Claims Adjuster at CSX. He said he with my claim and has agreed with whath happened. Not that something so bizarre could ever not happen as I said. He is going to send me a check for the Blue book value. Even though it is only worth $2,505.00, it is something.

    I went over yesterday and pulled the last few things out of it. It is hard to imagine that I drove that truck since July 1991. I lived in that thing. Drove it over 240,000 miles too. I will miss it dearly but It was about at the end of it's life. Dents, starting to rust, and just kinda worn out is what I was when I looked it over or the last time.

    The sad part, is that the new truck I bought is the same color pickup.


    One week until closing

    We should close on the house on the 27th of January. If all goes well that is.

    Chuck our realtor said that the bank approval on the buyers is due today so we are patiently biting our nails in anticipation of the results.

    More as it becomes available.