Through the Never

I have a playlist in my car that hovers around 700 songs. It takes me about 30 minutes to get to or from work every day (if there’s no traffic….which there usually is), so having music in my car is a must. I also have to have a variety, hence the 700 songs. I’ll just start my car, hit the random button, and hit play. Most of the time, it’ll give me a good mix of songs.

A few days ago, however, it randomly picked 3 songs from Metallica’s Black Album to play back to back. It started with The Unforgiven, then Sad But True, and finished with Through the Never.

Once the final song began playing, a thought occurred to me, and that thought was “For the past 20-something years (25 to be exact as I just Googled it), this song has gotten the short end of the stick.”

When you think of Metallica songs, which one is the first one that pops into your head? If you’re anything like me, it’s Master of Puppets. Start thinking about other ones. Is Through the Never in the top 5? Top 10? Top 20? Hell, I’d be willing to bet that most people wouldn’t have it in their top 5 from the Black Album. Most people would probably name the other two I’ve already mentioned plus Enter Sandman, Wherever I May Roam, and Nothing Else Matters.

To me, that’s a shame.

Now, I will admit that The Unforgiven is my favorite song on that album, but Through the Never is easily the second. And, the more I think about it, it kind of bothers me that it doesn’t get the love it deserves.

I may not change anyone’s mind with this post, but I hope you all at least give it a listen. It’s an awesome song.

Random Questions

Today is Thursday. That means it’s my day to post. I’ve been sick the past couple of days, so I really haven’t felt like thinking about writing anything. Because of that, I didn’t really think of a post topic.

So, how do I post if I don’t have a topic? It’s simple.

I went to the almighty Google and looked up some random questions for me to answer. After all, who needs a post topic if all you’re doing is answering questions? Brilliant, I tell you!

So, I picked the first 10 questions on the list, and I will answer them for you. Here we go!

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More Tools I Have to Deal With

A couple of months or so ago, I posted about the idiots I have to put up with at my job. That post was mostly about a particular car dealership who sent me a note calling me stupid while proving their own stupidity in the process. This one will be about the morons who are actually in the building with me.

Let’s start with last Wednesday…

Every Thursday,  there’s a woman who I’m supposed to drop paperwork off to. On Wednesday morning, at 9 o’clock, she sent an email asking if I was there and where the paperwork was….
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Random Thoughts of the Day: 1/25/15

I haven’t done one of these “Random Thoughts” posts in a while, so I figured I’d throw some of my random thoughts together for you to ignore. If you have any random thoughts of your own, feel free to leave them in the comments. Remember, they don’t have to make sense. After all, they are random.

  • Is it just me, or is everyone else having trouble writing things here on WordPress? The past few times I’ve gone to write a post, I’ve had to copy and paste it from somewhere else because typing it is slow as hell. I’ll type a sentence and then have to wait for like two minutes before WordPress catches up and the whole sentence is on the screen. I already don’t have a lot of time to blog and this isn’t helping any.

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The Tools I Have to Deal With

At least once a day, at work, we get an email from the other company in the building that basically calls either me or my team leader stupid. Most of the time, it’s because one of the temps we have working with us has screwed up and, because we actually work there, we get blamed for it. Of course, there are a few times when we actually deserve it. Not many, but it has happened.

Last week, instead of an email from the other company, we received something else. Whenever we don’t accept a radio, for whatever reason, we’ll send it back to the dealership with a rejection form explaining why we’re not accepting it. The thing that we received was our rejection form with a note written on it by the dealer. In the note, the dealer called me out specifically.

Now, I will publically bash the moron who wrote this note. However, I will keep the tool’s anonymity intact as I do so (though I could put his name out there for everyone to see if I wanted to. I must admit that it is tempting to not take the high road). Continue reading

Things I Should Not Be Subjected To: My Coworkers

It’s been a long time since one of us has done one of these “Things I Should Not Be Subjected To” posts. I thought I’d bust out a post for this barely used category for you all.

At my job, there are two companies that work inside the building: the company that owns the building and the company that I work for (a small company of 15 people that does subcontract work for the other company). In my job, I rarely have to interact with the people from the other company. Every once in a while, I’ll have to drop things off to them, or vice-versa, but, for the most part, we stay separate.

The other company (which I’ll refer to as OC from now on) has some kind of fitness program set up for their employees. From what I’ve gathered, if the employees walk a certain distance each month, they get some sort of reward. Outside of the building, they have a course set up so that the employees taking part in this program can walk it during lunch and breaks. If they walk the whole course, they’ll know exactly how far they’ve walked.

So far, it sounds like a good setup. There’s just one flaw in it, though….the weather.

If it’s too cold, they won’t walk the course. If it’s raining or snowing, they won’t walk it. If it’s too hot, they won’t walk it. Basically, unless it’s nearly perfect weather outside, they won’t walk it.

Out of the 100 (or so) work days that have passed so far this year, they’ve walked outside for 10-20 of them.

Where do they walk, then? You guessed it. They walk right through my area.

My company leases the space we have from OC. In the entire warehouse, we have three aisles. That’s it. Three aisles. But instead of walking through one of their areas, these assholes walk through mine.

If they were nice about it (You know, saying ‘hi’ or even just smiling at me), I wouldn’t care. These douchetards, however, always look at me like I’m in their way; that my mere presence is an inconvenience to them.

Fuck you.

Don’t want to run into me? Walk down one of your own damn aisles, then.

If these bastards keep it up, I’m going to start eating beans for breakfast. That way, I can begin crop-dusting the aisles right before they walk down them.

The Bird That Had A Bad Day

I went into work early yesterday. Getting a jump start on shipping things, I began boxing a few radios around 10 o’clock (normally, I don’t start until around noon). After I had done a couple of them, I saw some movement out of the corner of my eye. Turning to look, I saw a cardinal had hopped out from underneath one of the racks in the room. When it’s hot outside, they leave the dock doors open to get a breeze coming through. So, having birds in the warehouse isn’t a new thing.

The bird just looked around for a few seconds. Not having time to stand there and watch it, I went back to work on the next box. I scanned the radio’s serial number into the computer and the printer kicked on to start an invoice. The sound of the printer must have scared the bird, because it took off. I figured it was flying out of the room I was in (which is called the packing room because that’s where we pack the radios. Clever, right?) and was going out into the warehouse. A second later, however, I heard a big thud.

The cardinal had flown into one of the windows in the room.

There was a table in between me and where the bird hit, so it took me a few seconds to walk to where I could see if the bird was still laying on the floor. It wasn’t. I may have investigated further, but the phone rang, indicating that UPS was there to drop off packages for me to receive. I put the bird out of my mind and went to work.

I spent around two hours in the receiving room (I’ll bet you don’t know why we call it that) inputting the radios we had just gotten in into the computer. When I was finished with that, I went back into the packing room. Before I could do any more packing, the Japanese lady called to me through the window that leads into the tech room. As I talked to her through the window, I started hearing a rustling sound. Then, some chirping.

I looked at where the sounds were coming from…. the garbage can that sits next to the window the cardinal ran into. That’s when the garbage bag started moving. Yep. It had fallen into the trash can after it hit the glass.

I immediately told the Japanese woman about it and she started freaking out. She told me to hold on and not do anything. Ok. Whatever. I went back to work.

A few minutes later (it takes some time to get out of the tech room because of the special things you have to wear inside there), she emerged and began dragging the trash can away. I continued what I was doing because I wanted to finish it before lunch, which was in a couple of minutes.

I did what I needed to do and walked to the time clock, passing her dragging the can back on my way. At the clock, I met up with a guy who works in the tech room. He told me that when she let the cardinal out of the can, it hadn’t flown, so it may have been injured. The guy also told me that he noticed that the bird didn’t have any tail feathers. I hadn’t noticed that when I saw it earlier. Then, he told me how that had happened.

A couple of the women, who work in the warehouse, had been talking when they saw the Japanese woman releasing the bird. They had said that it was the second time that day that the bird had to be rescued from something. Apparently, when they had gotten there that morning, someone had found the cardinal stuck in one of the glue traps that had been put down to catch mice. One of them had been able to unstick the bird from the trap, but it lost its tail feathers in the process.

To sum up: the bird got stuck in a trap, lost its feathers to get out of it, flew headfirst into a window, fell into a trash can, and was stuck in it for two hours before someone finally let it out.

That bird needed a shot of whiskey after that day…..