ReRun? Maybe...But Relevant...

Bosses. Where do they come from and where do they get there skewed logic? Until I start my own company or start telemarketing from my house I'm going to have a boss. A boss that will talk to me about nonsense while I'm working and task me with mundane things to do because he doesn't want to let me leave work early or have any time to myself. Not only that how do bosses wake up every morning thinking that everything that comes out of their mouth is profound and of the utmost importance to their subordinates? That will forever boggle my mind. The time that gets wasted hearing my boss talk about something that doesn't matter or could be simply summed up in two minutes ends up taking twenty-five. Bosses need to come to the realization that their jokes are generally not funny, their sense of style will never be copied, and their opinions and advice about my person life will never be valid or welcome. Bosses are just that, bosses. I'm convinced that they act the way they do because they think that they are coming across as caring and sensitive. Instead they come across as insincere and annoying. If bosses want their people to think they care the best way to do that is to actually care. Stop faking. The best way to gain subordinates respect is to respect them. The cheesy facade is clearly a cheesy facade. Bosses you are transparent. I'm done. Piece Out.

Blogtastic...Nothing to Report...

Hey, I'm having a really busy week that I'll have plenty to report on....Stay Tuned.

Piece Out.

Let's Get Together and Hurt Each Others Feelings....Or We Could Just Grow a Pair and Let It Go...

We are living in perhaps the most hyper-sensitive era, ever. We are sensitive to everything and everyone regardless of anything. We need to reevaluate how we think about things. We get offended about things that have nothing to do with us. Often times we've got people jumping to our aid who seem more offended then we are and we were the ones trespassed against. People need to realize that if they choose not to take something seriously they don't have to. We as a culture are so quick to get our feathers ruffled over nothing.
Here is the Warren Piece Method of Thinking in three easy steps.
First, if someone for example calls you a 'son-of-a-crack' you should ask yourself if you care about this person's opinion. Often times if you think before you react you'll find that you don't really care.
Second, once you figure out that you don't care, don't waste your time reacting. Imagine how much energy you would have if you didn't react to stupidity.
Three, Taking offense to something is a choice. You can choose, by sheer virtue of your freedom of thought, to not be offended. Just choose to dismiss the "offense".

Do we need affirmation from outside sources so badly that we care about others opinions about us or how we conduct various aspects of our lives? I'm constantly amazed at how many people get bent out of shape over a simple comment. Get over it.

This thought process can be applied to anything; anger, sadness, offense, and any other emotion that plagues you. I'm not saying that you shouldn't be emotional, but use your head. It's so much better and you'll find that people will want to be around you more if you stay on an even keel.

Clerks...A Forgotten Demographic of Datable People...

Having worked in a grocery store for 2 years while I was in high school I think I can offer a piece of advice about check out clerks being the forgotten demographic of eligible people.
Store clerks are awesome when they are between the ages of 18-25, female, and well put together. I mean come on, walk into any American Eagle Outfitter, Hollister, A & F and tell me they don't hire the sweetest looking, most endearing young women to sell me expensive clothing and accessories...You can't. If they are single, it's even better on top of that they wear nametags. You don't even need to ask them their name. What is harder than asking someone their name? Probably the coolest part is when they seem interested you can tell them your name so it's easy for everyone. But if they don't seem interested then don't give them anything. If they are interested what is a better pick-up line than "When are you getting off and what are you doing after?" NOTHING! It just that easy. I'm sure it's just as easy for a girl to meet dudes. I'm not going to comment about that aspect but if it works for me it should work for them. It works with coffee shops and other places that you go to a lot. I met this really nice girl at a coffee shop once and we hung out for a short minute. Even if you aren't looking to 'pick-up' someone still talk to your check out clerk. Use their name ask them how their day is going. Not only will it brighten your day but it might just take the edge off of their monotonous job.

I Understand that Whatever is Going on in Your Life is Really Important and You are a Great Parent...but Give Me a Break....

Sorry about the late post...I'm really behind the powerball...

Why is it that people have a tendency to think that whatever they are doing or saying is more important than what you are doing or saying? Case in point; I was standing outside the bank the other day at 8:45 a.m. waiting for it to open at 9:30 a.m. I was there early because I was applying for a loan for my 1995 VW Golf GTI VR6. The car that I've been looking for, for about a year. Got the loan. Getting the car today.
While I was waiting a formidable line formed, actually it was more of cluster of people all wanting to be first in line so they all started there own lines... Soon it looked like a preschool out there with sub-three year-olds running out into the road and mothers, who all thought they should be on the cover of Parents magazine, loudly admonishing them. Then, bang on cue, cell phones started to ring. I heard conversations about work, family, friends, car problems, constructions sites, and many other things. Loudly, too I might add.
I'm a stickler for cell phone courtesy and conversation courtesy as well. Why do people talk on cell phones during dinner at a restaurant? How hard is it to excuse yourself and talk somewhere else? People that talk on cell phones while they are checking out at a store. Cashiers and Clerks are people too and certain courtesies should be paid to them. Cell phone use in cars...I don't really care about that. Whatever. But when you are at dinner or out with friends for a purpose then for crying out loud let's use some courtesy...
Look for my VR6....update....BADOW!...Piece Out.

On Thursday Around Noonish Time I'll Throw the Deuce and Bug Out...

This weekend is going to be amazing...I'm not even mad. Dirks' wife is ditching him for about 10 days to visit her family. When I hear that he's going to be off work at the same time I am, I think Golf. An entire day of golfing. Or many days of golfing. Badow!
I think of late night jaunts to the local (lit) driving range for buckets of balls and bushels of fun. I also think of watching movies that appeal to our basest feelings, fears, and funnies. Movies that his wife and any girl I've ever dated can't seem to appreciate. I also think of vidoe gaming, Tiger Woods '06.
It is probably uneccessary to mention that I've been bitten by the golf bug. It's a small time consuming bug. That's the wierd thing about golf. Small ball, big time.
I'm not sure what else is going to transpire but it'll be great and you will hear about it.

Piece Out.

A Friend in Need is a Friend When They Can Make Time For You...or Not...

Where has true friendship gone? I'm talking about friendship that is unconditional and eternal. Friendship should be constant.
I've got a friend, Dirks California, who posts on this site with me. We've known each other for about four years and though we've been apart until just recently, for a year. During that time we probably spoke once. Now we are living in the same neighborhood and we are always hanging out or talking or something. But we have determined the reason we've stayed such good friends is because we don't bother each other. We only talk if we need to and we can make any situation good so long as we are both in it together. I'm not sure why more people don't have friends like this. We've tried but we haven't been able to offend each other, ever. We'll be boys forever. FRATERES AETERNI (LATIN: Brothers Forever)
I've got another friend who just found out some interesting information that I'm not going to publish here. Let's just say that it wasn't planned and she's in a tight spot. I'm not involved at all except for the fact I'm her friend. She thought I wouldn't talk to her as a result. How wrong she was. Why would I let an outside factor ruin our friendship? Another thing; why do friends
freak-out when they hear about something that might be a surprise piece of info. Friends in tight spots need support and how can you expect to help them and calm them down if you are freaking-out too?
If you are fortunate enough to have the title FRIEND bestowed on you then live up to it. Friendship should be taken much more seriously than it is. That's all for now. Piece Out.

Jarhead: The Movie...Another Way For the American Public to Live Vicariously Through Its Military...

I can't say that I've seen this movie and I'm thinking about not seeing it. I'm a strong supporter of what our military does and I back them 110%, but I'm thinking this movie isn't going to be good for 'the cause'. As I've mentioned in previous posts I'm not a fan of people dictating what our military should do if they haven't worn a uniform. I also don't like to hear that people understand everything that the military is doing just because they saw a movie about it. Blackhawk Down, ring any bells? When Fast and the Furious came out everyone was an import car tuner. Even people that didn't own an import or a tunable car would swear that they knew the deal. People who never cared flocked to Autozone and Pep Boys and bought immeasurable amounts of aluminum mesh, tall useless spoilers for there front-wheel drive cars, and shiny, mini fire extinguishers. I predict that after people see this Jarhead movie they will all of the sudden be able to relate to the hardships and trials of an enlisted Marine. How many will actually know the difference between the first Gulf War and the one we are involved in now. I also think that people will talk about the war in casual conversation more, because millions of people have been given what they'd like to believe is a glimpse into war throught the eyes of one Lcpl Anthony Swofford. What they will fail to realize is that they've been given is Sam Mendes' artistic account based on his interpretation of the book Jarhead by Anthony Swofford. The only way to understand what Swofford was going through would be to call him up and talk to him. Period. Just like the car tuners, to get the skinny on tuning go to a shop and talk to a tech. Stay sharp and Piece Out.

So as I Embark on My 3 Day Work Week...I Mock All of You Stuck in 5

High Spirits going into this week and rightly so. This weekend was great. I went to a black tie event on Saturday, saw the people I wanted to see, and got the heck out of there. There's nothing quite like sitting around in a suit listening to people ramble on about this or that for many minutes. Whenever you go to these things they never serve the food until really late like 8:30...bad thing is that the shindig started at 6. Dirks and I went together and we grabbed Wendy's on the way out and that held us over until our ridiculously late dinner.
Thursday I'm leaving work around noonish and hanging out with big D whose wife is jetting to the west coast to chill with her folks. Batchelor Week (or 4 days) starts thursday and I can't divulge the plans of the week because I'm not sure whose prying eyes are reading this. But let's just say it's going to be AWESOME...I'll let everyone know what goes down. Piece Out.

So in the World of (Blank) and Hate there is a Sneaky Word...That Word is Lunatic

I (Blank), (Blanking). When you make that connection with someone and you just get along. With women you end up at a crossroads where it could go a couple of different ways. You could become stifled and run away. Get all you can out of it by way of physical and monetary favors or you might actually have a desire to be in a relationship with this girl.
I'm in a situation right now that I'm torn between really liking or (Blanking) this particular woman. I'm not sure where it is going. But I hope it goes great places. This girl is great and I keep having this word sneaking up on me. I'm often so close to saying it, at the end of a phone conversation "Ok, babe I'll talk you later...I (Blank) you..." Yeah how about that happens a lot. But so far I've been strong and I've fought the urges. I talked to her the other day and she's been in the same predicament. So far we are doing a great job fighting the fight. This is the same girl that I posted about yesterday that I haven't met yet. I'm at that crossroads and It's looking like I'm excited about what the future holds...We'll have to see what she's thinking.
With a dude depending on how good of a wingman he is you might have a friend for life. When I think of such friends I think of my dear friend Dirks California. I've known this crazy bastard for about four years went to school with him and I'm his son's Uncle. No he isn't really my brother but yet he is. We're best friends and we're also the Baddest M*the*er F*ck*ers in the World. The cool thing is that, that word isn't used by dudes thus negating the possibility of awkward situations and the perception of gayness. Friends are great. That's all I've got for now...Piece Out.

Another Day, Another Couple of Cents for the JukeBox of Life...

Hey hey hey. If you all haven't figured it out I'm employed fulltime that is why most of my posts are haphazardly thrown together and puked all over this corner of the dis-information super highway. I'm still riding the wave of elation that I was riding yesterday and the subsequent day. I'm waiting for it to break and roll back, but it's still going strong. I'm playing in an inter-office football game today at 1100. That is a great thing to look forward to. Because we are going to trounce them. I'm alos waiting for a raise. Hence the title of this post. I should be getting an extra $50 a month starting this next payday. Stoked. That's me; Stoked. I'll let you all know how the game went tomorrow.


Advice of the Moment: Don't let just anybody Traipse through the Brown-eye.

Piece out.

Good Day...Thanks for Tuning in for Another Episode of Warren's World

Well it's a beautiful day, I don't have a lot of work to do, and I'm listening to the Who's greatest hits. Life is sweet. Ok. Down to business.
I'm talking to this girl in Ohio. I've never met her. I've been talking to her for about 2 1/2 weeks and I've seen pictures. She's very cute. Seriously, a real looker. She's got a great personality and seems to be even-tempered. I'm pretty excited because I'm headed up there for Thanksgiving and our first meeting. I'm sure I'm not the only one who's experienced this phenomenon. We feel like our first meeting is going to be more of a reunion but we've never met so I couldn't by definition, be one. She mentioned the other day that she misses me. How can you miss someone who you've never met. But I was thinking about that and I guess us missing each other is the best way to put it. It's been nuts this past couple of weeks. Not to sound like a sexist pig, but before I saw a picture of her, I found myself not even caring what she looked like. I was that taken by her personality. I don't know if that is a maturity issue or I'm just less picky. No, I'm not less picky...I'm still pretty picky. Well more later...I'm getting a phone call...yup it's her. Piece I'm out.

Good Morning...At Work and Loving Life...No, Really

I'm at work. I do most of my posting from work because I'm poor and don't have the means to purchase the computer I want. But enough about that. I'm in a great mood today. It's a really clear day, cool and crisp. I don't have much going on today. Ah...yeah. I didn't end up shooting the neighborhood children. I would have but the crosshairs in my scope didn't glow so I couldn't see anything. Had I been able to see...there most assuredly would have been blood. But as far as I know nothing bad happened. But I did have an interesting pellet gun w/ scope incident. I was sitting in my backyard with my roommate and plinking a tin can that we set up at the edge of our small yard when I saw movement down the street. We look over and there's a stray cat sitting on the other side of a fence. It was a bout 200 yds. away when I lined up the shot. I didn't want to causes any permenant damage to the wayward feline so I sighted in on his 'hind region' and let'er rip. That cat jumped about 3 ft. into the air then cleared an at least 4 ft. fence barely touching the top pole and ran into the woods. What a great shot. Check back for other installments of "25 Pumps, One Kill" BADOW!