Lottery

I posted the following comment to Twitter:

They are having a lottery drawing tonight for $2 billion. By morning, we will know how many winning numbers there were and where they were sold for every prize, not just the jackpot. It is inconceivable that you don’t know who won an election for days.

The Democrats will go to extreme lengths to prove me wrong. They announced that, due to security concerns, the Powerball drawing will be delayed. (Yes, I know it wasn’t done to foil me, but it IS pretty funny)

Priceless

I was selected for a random drug test for work. I was given 24 hours to go to a third party lab for testing.

The lab had me empty my pockets into a lock box for the drug test. When I pulled out a gun and put it in the box, the look on that woman’s face was priceless.

Inflating Rentals

I am sure that you think that this is going to be another post about my rental property, but you are wrong. This is about some storage space that I rent. I have been renting one of those “you keep the key” rental spaces for the past few years. It’s a 10×10 non-climate controlled space and was costing $82 a month. I installed some metal shelving in it, and it is fairly packed with all sorts of items. The place that I had been renting from was giving us one month free if we paid for six months in advance. That lowered the price to $68 per month. It was one of the few left in the area that were still locally owned, with most of them having been bought out by large companies within the last few years.

Then it was bought out by a large company. This company just bought four formerly locally owned facilities within the past year. They immediately doubled the rates at all of the properties and eliminated the free month for paying in advance. Instead they began charging a surcharge if you didn’t set up automatic credit card billing. My rate is now $164 a month- two and a half times as much as it was before. That works out to $1.64 a square foot per month for warehouse space.

Me charging $1.05 for my rental property tells you how far below market I am.

Anyway, the increase in price didn’t make service any better. They consolidated the staff in their now four warehouse properties, and the office that is actually staffed is ten miles away. There is now only a note on the office where my unit is, saying to call this number for service. The problem? No one answers it, and the management put a padlock on my unit, making my stuff inaccessible. I am trying to get ahold of them to unlock my stuff. If they don’t do so within the next few days, I will go over there with an angle grinder and get my stuff out of there.

In the meantime, if my shit gets auctioned off before I can get in there, I will be suing them for the contents of the locker.

Send Her Home

Kim invites us to comment on this situation:

Here is the problem with what she is wearing:
Women who dress like this do so to get attention. Then they fall all over the first attractive (either through physical looks or having $$, or something else she wants) man who gives them the attention that they are seeking. If some of the attention that they receive is from a man that they regard as being unattractive, the same woman will complain about sexual harassment from that man and about how accusing women of “asking for it” is blaming the victim. This creates all kinds of HR and legal liability.

The other women in the office who aren’t dressing like this accuse the woman of trying to sleep her way to the top, or they get angry that the men in the office are pigs. Women are catty like that.

I once had a woman who was dressed in a skimpy outfit get mad at me when I looked at her. She was confronting me, then her meathead boyfriend came over and wanted to fight. I refused, and he threatened to drag me outside for a beating. Luckily, he backed down before he got himself into more trouble than he would know what to do with and wound up costing me some legal fees.

Have a dress code, enforce it, and this all goes away. Tits are fun to look at and I am definitely a fan, but they are poison to a professional workplace. Send her and her cleavage home.