dudes I have calmed a bit.
One of the things that will always piss me off to the end thou is when my honour is questioned.
I know its just the web and all, but I take my job here seriously. I love helping out. 99.9 % of the time the interaction here is fantastic. I will admit that I am losing pacience with the tiny percentage that are here to be mean to others and stir up krap.
Cap told me a little story last night about when he first started the Org. He got a real nasty email from some jerk telling him not to bother with continuing to set up the org,that it would never fly. The dipstick told Cappy that he had no need for the place...he has LaBusa's.
What a butthole.
come along way,nice job Boss.
The Cap and I are similar in ways we decided one day a couple weeks ago, we are both hard wired.
At the risk of sounding like a stuck up bastid,I'll share a little story with you, that will perhaps give everyone a little bit more of an' understanding of why I work the way that I do.
Here goes:
I work for a large university. 3000 + employees. Several years ago the president of the university started up an idea that he would give an award to the best employee on campus.
He called it the President's Distinguished Service Award. The entire campus community could nominate folks,20,000 plus people could nominate.
Out of 3000 or more employee's, they chose 47 hopefuls.Rubbah was indeed one of those hopefuls. At the time I was driving truck for the University.
So, a commitee was selected who would have the task of deciding who should receive the award. They sat for days deciding. The folks on the commitee were all from the 4th floor of one of the more pretigious buildings on campus. Well when they announced their selection,lots of folks got really upset. The Rubb wasn't the winner. They chose ,surprisingly enough, a person who worked on the 4th floor of that very same building. I laughed. I realized how could they hand over this prestigeous award,in its inaungeral year, to the ugly tattoo'd truck driver. They just couldn't. It still makes me laugh.
Just thought I'd share that in case any body ever wonders why I get upset when my honour is questioned. My duties at work these days include cash collections. Thousands of dollars each day will pass through my hands. All of it,undetectable,untraceable. My employers trust me.
A man without honour....is nothing.
RSD.
