Best Samurai Jack episode, possibly ever, is the one where Aku casts a spell and uses Jack's own anger and rage to create Mad Jack, kind of an evil version of Jack himself.
They fight a pitched battle, laying waste to the pristine forest surrounding them, until finally Jack realizes that, since Mad Jack was spawned from his own anger, all he has to do is get rid of the anger inside himself and Mad Jack will have no power.
Sounds kind of silly to be pulling deep, philosophical truths out of a cartoon (or, maybe, that's just W's disapproving look stuck in my head), but I must have watched that episode a dozen times recently. (I believe it is available online at the Toonami website, for those that are interested. First season, ep 7 or 8, I think)
Anywei, let's face it: W's got some real serious issues, personality flaws, raging psychoses, whatever. But, everything that has caused me pain/misery/what-have-you comes down to what I have done/accepted/felt/allowed to bother me. I just wish there was a Mad WalkingCliche for me to do battle with, something tangible to fight instead of this constant patience/introspection.
P.S. You want lame jokes?
-What do you call a guy with no arms and no legs that sits on your porch? Mat! -What do you call a guy with no arms and no legs that hangs on your wall? Art! -What do you call a guy with no arms and no legs that spends a lot of time in the pool? Bob! -What do you call a guy with no arms and no legs that water skis a lot? Skip! -What do you call a woman with one arm and one leg? Ilene! -What do you call an asian woman with one arm and one leg? Irene! -Where do these ladies work? IHOP!
Don't mess with the master. Just be glad I have to keep it clean on this board.
This morning, the manager of my shop way overstepped her power, to the point of significantly breaching established labor law (not to mention showing me that I was fully unappreciated in my job). So, I left.
It wasn't a screaming "I'm never coming back to this dump!" kind of thing. I just said "Okay, if you think that is best, then good luck with (Insert important account name here)."
The owner called me less than 5 minutes after I left (Manager is his daughter, way too young and inexperienced for the responsibility, but she does put in some pretty good effort). I resisted the urge to lay blame on anyone, merely said that I had determined that my attitude was not conducive to a good, productive day of work, so I had decided to remove myself. He asked if that was something I wanted to make permanent, and I said I wasn't sure, that I had enjoyed working there and believed I had done a good job, but that I could not justify staying there with the kinds of issues that are currently going on. He said that I should take some time to think about it and talk to him later. I agreed, and will do so.
He also informed me that my partner is, in fact, in the hospital now, so I think I'm going to see if I can't get in to visit with him today. Afterwards, I'm gonna see if I can impose on MIL to pick S up earlier than planned to spend a little more time with him. I just really, really miss the little guy.
Back to the job thing: This morning's incident is, in large part, my own fault, and I accept that responsibility. The owner had instituted an "internal managerial enhancement" consisting of increased tracking of how my time is spent (I'm full commision based on my billable hours, so any time not spent on billable projects means money lost for me and the shop). I was actually very glad to be involved in the procedure, as it gave me a chace to show him how much extraneous nonsense was dumped on me on a daily basis. Once he started to see that, he pretty much stopped looking at the time sheets, probably because it would require him to admit that the (family-laden) management team at his business was not keeping to the plan that he had set out (3 of his daughters work there, and only 1 is what I would call a "valuable asset", though she is certainly not what I would call "easy to work with".)
The task of collecting these sheets then fell to the absolute worst of the 3, who I had been assured would not have anything further to do with the shop after she stormed out in a huff one day, then returned on a (supposedly) strictly limited basis (she is going through some tough times herself: 19, has a son, suing his father for child support, fun stuff).
Ealier this month, I got busy, was in an especiallly hard period with my sitch, couldn't help but notice that the time sheets were not being read, and just quit doing them.Some questions were asked about them, I pretty much let it be known that I was not doing them. Today is the day that payroll goes into the system, and I was informed this morning that if my time sheets were not turned in they would be holding my paycheck.
I figured that was a good enough reason to take a personal day. Also, with my partner laid up, and me (possibly) resigning in disgust, they literally have no one to perform service right now. Service is the real profit center of the business, though product is the volume center, so I guess that puts me in a reasonably good bargaining position. Who knows?
Either way, I'm not gonna sweat it. I can get a job, probably a better one, today if I choose to. Pluss, I've got enough commission pay backlogged that I could afford to take a week or two off, again if I so choose. They cannot hold my paycheck on something this trivial, whether they realize it or not, an I am certainly not afraid to call the labor board if necessary.
So, is that enough tough talk and rationalization for one morning? I think so.
Looks like I'm going to go sit with S (He's apparently still really sick) while MIL goes to check out an after care facility for her Mom. I won't be taking S out for dinner as planned, obviously, but at least I'll get to be there for him while he isn't feeling well.
I really don't give a damn how MIL feels right now, I could just kiss her for allowing this to happen no matter who's "side" she is on.
Called the hospital my partner is in, apparently he's in CCU (not a terribly good sign), but [i]is/[i[ elligivle for visitors. I plan on stopping by after MIL releives me, maybe get him a card or something.
After that, maybe I'll go hang with my Brother for a little while, see if he has any projects that I could help with (he's trying to get the houseready for sale, and stll has a ways to go). See if I can't get him to give up the keys to the convertible.
Gotta call the boss man back at some point, but it can wait. Probably do them some good to think about business without me for a few hours.
I'm gonna have a good day, folks, even if it kills me.
Wound up at MIL's for, like, 5 minutes. S immediately started asking if he could go to his house, and neither MIL nor I could come up with a single reason why not. Kid sounded like he was at death's door when I talked to him at 10, when I showed up at new he started feeling a lot better, by the time we got home he was his usual self. Even ate a happy meal that we picked up on the way, after a mostly liquid diet for the past couple of days. Had a great afternoon, ignored all calls (including a couple from work). MIL's sister, the one that she was supposed to be going with to check out care facilities for her mom (also the one that FIL had an affair with) got in a car accident today and wound up in the same hospital as her mom. Samll world, but I wouldn't want to paint it. W called and said it would probably just be easiest to pick S up on her way home, I said no problem. Made sure the house was presentable, then played hide and seek with S for a while. W got here around 6, I had already let her know that I was going to try and see my partner at the hospital if I could (no mention of the work difficulties, of course). When she got here, she looked pretty wierded-out (best description I can come up with). Said she needed to use the restroom, but stood in the doorway with S for a full minute before coming inside. I smoothly (IMO) mentioned that I needed to get on the road and would probably be gone for a while, so she was welcome to hang out here with S for a while if she wanted to. She agreed, asked after my partner, I assured her that I wasn't worried about him. Got the heck outta dodge, went and bought a get well card (how do you buy a get well card for a man that has been shot half a dozen times, saved more lives than I've had underwear, and generally makes the harder parts of life seem like a walk in the park?), and headed over to the hospital. When I got there, I called the boss, talk a few things out with him, agreed to cover the account visit tomorrow and meet with him (boss) on Monday. You gotta know the guy, and he will never admit to being wrong, but the fact that he's willing to talk at all shows me that I probably made the right move today. Only time will tell, but he seems to respect people more when the refuse to take his crap. Got in to see my partner, he's not as well as I had hoped but a lot better than I had feared. Going under tomorrow morning, probably going to have some stents installed, but I know he'll pull through okay. Crazy ol' bassad is simply too tough to die. Left the hospital, managed not to cry (yet), went and got some dinner at my usual sushi shack, came home. Was prepared for just about anything, including W still being here, but not a lot of evidence to work from. S had a bunch more toys out than he did when I left, but that was the only obvious sign that they had stayed for long. Got the goodnight call soon after getting here, W was obviously trying to connect/draw me out/whatever. Played it as cool as I could, reminded her of the Jazz concert tomorrow (she tried to interrupt, I think to explain that she had other plans, but I just kind of rolled over her and left the reminder out there). Gave her the update on my partner, again as cool as I could, pretty abruptly ended the call (not harsh or anything, just told her goodnight). She sounded a little shaken by it, but that could just be my imagination. Realized I had forgotten to give her the usual request for her to give S a hug, a kiss, and tell him I love him, so I sent her a quick text message to that effect. Virtually instantly she responded with a "will do", which really bugs me because her speed tells me how often she has been texting someone. Gotta let it go, but it is hard. Oh well.
Anyway, I'm sure I've missed a lot, but that's the bare bones of my day. I'm whipped.
P.S. I want to die peacefully, in my sleep, just like my granfather. Not yelling and screaming like the passengers in his car.
sorry to hear about the partner, i'm sure he will be fine. i'm pull'n for him.
wife is sure going out of her way to see you. she answers quickly, text's right back. she might be having some issues with the guilt. apparently the om visit wasn't all peaches and cream as she supposed?????? you never know, maybe she came to her senses when she spent a little time with him.
sounds like your taking care of things, s, partner, business. that is good gal, but get out with some friends if you can.
i envy the sushi right now. i can sit and rack up a 100 dollar bill like nothing. don't think i could justify that right now.
Hwy WC, nice PS. That one never ever ever gets old! Sounds like you did very well. Think your focus in the return text is misguided. She (pardon my archaic quote technique) "virtually instantly she responded what a 'will do'" Your text elicited an immediate and positive response. As they said in the early 90's...You go boy! So she knows how to text quickly, tells me she has no life. Hmmm, just reread before I post this. Wc, I don't mean to be harsh, hope you read this as I intended. It's the weekend, get out there and hoop it up!
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Seriously, though, it's hot. Real hot. Africa hot.
No contact from W today, so far, but S sounded pretty good on the 10am call. I hope he is feeling better.
MIL had to take the opportunity to tell me that W and S did not get to her house until after 9:30 last night, so I guess they hung out here for a while. Wonder what W would have done if I had come straight home frtom the hospital, while they were still here? Anyday, she also said that W was supposed to talk to me last night about coming home.
Heh.
Apparently, MIL's mother will be coming to stay at her house, and W has been informed she must go. Boo-Hoo. As MIL put it, she will either have to come back here or go live with her father.
There is another option, and one that I would prefer: She can go live with OM and just stay the heck away from all of us.
Bitter? Nah.
So, how do I handle this? W is a coward, it could take her a while to muster the nerve up to even braoch the subject. I don't want to smack her down, but I'm not interested in her coming back as a matter of convenience. I told her clearly that she had to choose between me and him, and she chose him. Of course I want her to reverse that decision, but I'm not interested in sharing a roof with her if she thinks she is going to continue the kind of nonsense that she has put us all through for the last 2 years.
Tips? Advice? Good source of fake passports?
All would be appreciated.
In other news, my partnere was to undergo his first procedure this morning. I haven't heard anything yet, which I have chosen to take as a good sign.
Work went fine today, the usual madness. I did the old "act as if" bit, really smoothed things out for everybody. Still plan on laying into boss man on Monday, but Realtionship Samurai will be sure to leave him feeling like he was the one in control.
Plans are starting to take shape for the weekend. We'll see where they lead.
Well I figure it this way and you can decide to play hard ball or soft pitch.
Your in the house, she has left. BUT, I think you tell her that MIL mentioned it, and that she is more then welcome to stay at the house, then set some boundaries.
I look at it like two sitautions, living arrangements vs. coming home. Affection and sex. You can't have one without the other, might just be the jump start you need. So give her, her living arrangements, and eventually she might just call it home.
Sure sounds fishy on MIL's part, are you sure this women doesn't like you. I mean I know visiting relatives take priority on beds and such, but it's not like there are other options, hotel, extended stay, friend, OM, apartment, buy a place. Why is MIL telling you, no way cause W can't muster it. Too weird, sounds a little like a back door play by MIL.
Remember, Atlas, MIL knowingly and willingly lied to provide cover for W's first trip to see OM. Just 3 weeks ago she left a message on the answering machine here calling me just about everything but a child of god. Also, her elevator stops a few floor shy of the observation deck, if you know what I mean.
Touchy situation all around. All I can do is try and play my hand to best benefit my son and myself.
P.S. W called around 6:20, I assume on her way home. Didn't answer, haven't called back, don't plan to. Heading out to give my bro a hand (his fambly is due in later tonight), then it's off to see the new Bourne film.
Tomorrow: swimming, shooting, cook-out, possibly girls in bikinis, and lots of people drinking more than I. Should be fun.
