SB Has a Bad Association with Mr. Spock

SB has good news: Ginger, the Diarrhetic Wunderkind, seems finally to be improving. I have only had to let her ass out once each night for the past two nights. I have also had to clean up no excrement on the fucking floor. I feel nearly optimistic this morning, and that's equivalent to an ecstatic morning for most of you fuckers, who for some twisted reason, actually like mornings.

We had BIG WIND (no, not Ginger) here last night. It was so BIG in fact, that when I looked outside, the goddamn fully-loaded-with-cheap-beer-cans recycling bin was gone. Smack dab gone. I looked this morning, but it is as if the recycling bin had just performed some sort of Star Trek-like beam-up. And no, SB is NOT A TREKKIE, so don't start trying to strike up a friendship based upon a mutual appreciation of Kirk or Spock or some shit because frankly my ass would rather watch paint dry than watch Star Dreck. BORING.

My old boss, David Mazer, did remind me of Spock though. He had all the human warmth of Spock, and his dumb ass was always asking for "data." Do you have data to support that? So Spock sort of has a bad association for me.

Sometimes, when I argue with Mr. SB, I tell him that I don't buy what he's saying, and I've got to see some data for that shit. I AM NOT BELIEVING ANYTHING UNTIL I SEE SOME FUCKING DATA!

SB had a great time with her old friend, L., last night. We drank some vino (okay, mostly ME drank some vino), and I showed her our heinous laundry room, which is so fucking small, SB is always banging her elbow, putting the damn wash in the dryer.

I wonder if Extreme Home Makeover would consider knocking our entire house down and building SB a new home with an EXTREMELY LARGE LAUNDRY ROOM AND ALL NEW SEARS APPLIANCES, INCLUDING A FRONT-LOADING WASHER AND DRYER WITH STEAM FOR WRINKLE REMOVAL because of my persistent misery and elbow handicap. SB is suffering! Help Ty! The soldiers from Iraq missing limbs will just have to wait.

Ugly Ass Doll of the Month

"NORMA JEANE perfectly captures the mystique that was Marilyn, in Alesia's uncanny recreation of Phillipe Halsman's iconic LIFE Magazine photograph. Call for a price quote. 410-683-1562 or email newbreen@comcast.net."

--from the Newman-Breen Web site

Of course it's a Newman-Breen, people! This shit's uncanny alright. UNCANNILY FUG! Look at the damn chin on this ho! Marilyn never had a weak-ass chin like this shit. MM ought to come back and haunt Alesia Newman-Breen's dumb ass for making her fug.

Also, Alesia's ass needs a damn copy editor for her site (and NOT A DAMN PROOFREADER EITHER! They're NOT the same thing. Do you hear that you dumb fuck Mazers?). That quote from the Newman-Breen Web site is not punctuated correctly. Since I'm an English major, that shit just sticks in my ass!

The Mazers Are Assholes

The latest in the saga of the closing of the Mazer Corporation is below. Unbelievable that the Mizers treated their loyal employees like this. May they rot. Marshall Mazer is likely rolling in his grave right now. Way to go David and Cherie! You may have ruined a great company, but at least you have your milions to keep you warm. How you sleep at night is beyond me. I guess there's always Ambien.

I am also just aghast (but not surprised, mind you) that our current system of law allows the nation's workers to be treated like this.

Here is the link for those of you who would like to see the news footage of this fuckery (printed story below).
http://www.tricities.com/tri/news/local/article/former_employees_were_without_health_insurance/19232/

By Darius Radzius
Reporter / WJHL
Published: January 23, 2009

A new development has added insult to injury for former employees of Mazer Corporation. Former employees are finding out their health insurance was gone long before they were sent home.

“I would have never in my wildest dreams would have believed this is the way things would have ended,“ said Chip Hanneken, former production manager for Mazer Corporation.

Deep disappointment settled in for Mazer Corporation employees like Hanneken. He worked there for more than a decade and a half.

“I was proud to work there. I enjoyed the people I worked with. I enjoyed the company,“ said Hanneken.

Three weeks ago Mazer Corporation told their employees they’d be laid off, but they left one thing out—that their health insurance had lapsed a month earlier.

“According to our handbook, anytime a termination at midnight that night that’s when all your benefits and health insurance is terminated,“ said Hanneken.

Instead, health insurance was terminated on December 3, but Mazer continued to deduct premiums. During that month, the Hanneken family visited doctors several times.

“We had a surgery take place in our family. Two little boys had stitches. Ct scans,“ said Hanneken.

Hanneken says he could have covered that period through his wife’s insurance, if he was told in time.

There’s a 30-31 day grace period for preexisting conditions,” said Hanneken.

Now instead he has no job and expects a hefty bill.

“It’s about 8-10 thousand dollars,“ said Hanneken.

He’s checked with state regulators and he’s learned neither Mazer Corporation nor the insurance company broke any laws.

“The only thing we can do is file a suit through an attorney and have a judge determine who’s going to pay that,“ said Hanneken.

We tried to reach Mazer Corporation Thursday, but all we were able to get was an automated telephone answering system.

Big Shout-Out to All Those Shit-Canned By Those Mean Curs the Mazers

I'd like to give a big New Year's shout-out to all my friends formerly employed by the Mazer Corporation, but who were recently shit-canned by Cherie and David Mazer. Happy New Year! The Mizers displayed their usual class and empathy by sending their loyal and talented employees an e-mail shortly after 5:00 on December 30th, explaining that their services were no longer required.

Mr. Mazer, the founder of the company, probably rolled in his grave. He was a decent man, who treated his employees kindly and well. His kids should have taken note.

On the other hand, I once heard Cherie Mazer described by one of her former employees as "a snake in the grass." Pretty apt description, I'd say.

The above is just my opinion, and it's my damn blog, so I can write whatever I want. I have CONTROL. My wrath, scorn, and ire may not mean much yet (because I have like one reader), but one of these days (when I have like say five readers), my venom will sting! Beware, you assholes (like the Mazers), who push the little guy around!

I am just praying that Cherie or David Mazer (or BONUS both!) will Google their own names and read this. Up yours.