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Life Doesn’t Suck Right Now

Posted: August 11, 2012 in Humor, Work
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It’s kind of hard to rant when things are going good.  It’s also difficult to have a “Rant” blog when I don’t have anything to rant about.

Oh, I could go on about the elections, the candidates, the VP nominee, but this isn’t a political blog.  There are enough people writing about that and seriously, what could I add to that circus.

I could rant about my DirecTV service and the lousy reception and pixeling I’m encountering, and the delayed reaction using the remote control, but right now, I just don’t care.  Besides, in a couple of months, I’m going to be dropping them all together.

I could go on about buying a bag of potato chips that looks and feels like a full bag, until you open it, let all the air out only to find 3 whole chips and a half a bag of chip crumbs.

I could complain about all the crap that gets put on Facebook.  You know.  Page suggestions, who’s playing what game and all the meme images posted.  I could, but I kind of enjoy some of that crap.

So why is it that life doesn’t suck right now?

Well some of my previous posts have been about looking for work and not getting noticed.  Ads soliciting qualified people in a certain field.  Experience I had, only to be ignored.  Posts about possible ageism and discrimination against the older worker and those who have been unemployed for a lengthy period of time.  Life doesn’t suck right now because I can finally say I’m back to work, full time, in my field with benefits.

Also, and this is huge.  At age 58, I’m one of the young pups at my new job.  With the exception of a few people, like the Big T, a 21 year old, I’m actually one of the younger ones.  It’s great to know that there are companies that value the experience of the older worker and their contributions they (we) have made to the workplace.

While I would love to rant about something evil, or the drama about Chick-Fil-A not being open on Sunday and their views on Gay Rights, or the wars, or who is or isn’t a patriot or why my favorite TV show got cancelled, or why Netflix doesn’t have more to watch, or class warfare, or who in Hollywood is getting married, divorced, having a baby or adopting a child from a third world country, right now I really don’t freaking care.

I’m in a good place right now and for the time being I just want to enjoy that.  I’m sure something will come along shortly that will set me off on a rant and when that happens, you’ll hear about it.

So for now…….Be Happy



Rich People, God Love Them!!

Posted: July 13, 2012 in Taxes, Work
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There’s been a lot of talk lately of the widening gap between the rich and the not so rich.  The rich are taking a lot of heat for being, well, rich.  What is the fucking problem?  In my opinion, God Bless them.  They earned it.

Those people who take a financial risk, start a business and make lots of money, hire more people, again, God Bless them.  Risk should be rewarded.  Those who complain about their success,  I can only say, “Get a fucking life.”

Now with success comes some responsibility.  That responsibility is to make sure that appropriate taxes are paid.  I said appropriate, not exorbitant.  However, tax laws with what they are, favor those who are wealthy and give them plenty of opportunities to reduce their tax obligations.  There’s a lot of talk about raising the tax rate on the wealthy, but I for one am against it.  I think the current rate of 35 percent is just fine.  It’s deductions.  Deductions that most people don’t get.  Also, it’s the way money is earned.  Regular income versus investment income.  35 percent tax rate versus 15 percent tax rate.  Income is income is income.  There should be no 15 percent tax rate for individuals whose income is derived from dividends and sales of stock.  The Warren Buffetts and Mitt Romneys should pay at a higher rate.

Now, having said that, what of the 49 or so percent of the population that pays no taxes.  Those that are at the lower end of the income scale.  Should they be able to get a free ride?  Should they be exempt from Federal Income taxes?  No, they shouldn’t.  Most can pay something.   It’s an easy thing to say and may sound like I have no compassion.  That’s not true.   I do.  Those at the lowest end of the income scale should not have to pay.  They need all they earn.  And they aren’t exempt from some of the local taxes, be it on purchases or utilities or other taxes levied at the state and city level.

What about reducing the tax rate even more, you know, because of the “Job Creators”.  The problem, as I see it, is that not all of the rich are job creators.  Just because you have a lot of money doesn’t necessarily make you a “Job Creator”.  So should Paris Hilton pay taxes at a lower rate than say someone who actually adds people to a payroll?Fuck no.  However, I’m all for a tax credit for any business that hires people.  Hire someone, get a credit.  Pretty simple.

As a “lefty” I try to look at the other side regarding wealth and taxes.  I know a lot of my lefty friends may disagree with me but I can deal with that.  If you work hard, earn lots of money you should be able to keep most of it and pass it on without an inheritance tax.  That’s money that has already been taxed.  Now once you inherit it and use it to earn more or receive interest and dividends on it, then pony up.

So, whether you are the 1%, 99%, a Wall Streeter, or an Occupy Wall Streeter, the bottom line is that you are a part of a great nation and we should want to do what’s best for our nations well being, but fairly.

“It’s not the life you choose Dad, it’s the life you live”.

The line is from the movie “The Way” which takes Martin Sheen and other Pilgrims on a Journey through The Camino de Santiago, also known as The Way of St James.  People from all over the world take this 500 mile pilgrimage every year for whatever personal reasons they have, whether spiritual or just a need to change a life direction.  In this case, Martin Sheen finishes the Pilgrimage his son began, but perished on the trail his first day.  He makes the decision to finish the trip his son began while in St Jean Pied de Port, France to pick up his sons remains, then takes his ashes with him and spreads them along the way.

“It’s not the life you choose, it’s the life you live”.

Yet the life we live is predicated on the choices we are given, so we choose.  We make a choice as to which path to travel.  We make the choices we make because it provides the best way to fulfillment.  It’s the best choice to provide for family, self and spirituality.  So by making choices offered are we then not living life?  Do we need to journey abroad and visit ruins and walk on cobblestone streets and drink coffee with the locals in order to live life?  Of course not.

We can have our mundane careers and jobs but outside of that we can live.  We can make things happen each day that we are alive.  Instead of ending our day and reclining in our favorite chair, we can:

Walk to the end of the driveway and meet our neighbors.  Get to know who they are.

Travel to the other side of town taking a different route and possibly discovering something new.

Spend more time with friends.

Enjoy more family time together and share stories that can be passed from generation to generation.

Take that stroll through the park we’ve always talked about.

Rekindle a friendship that we thought was lost.

Take that golf lesson, cooking lesson, or learn to scrapbook or try just about anything you’ve always wanted to try.

Stop letting those vacation days pile up and use them.  Whether it’s to take that once in a lifetime trip, or to just sit in the back yard and drink a cold beer or hot cup of coffee.

Listen to the laughter.

Take a moment to remember a loved one who is gone, and smile.

So while we have the life we chose, if we “live” the life we have, we shouldn’t have any regrets.


Dear Sir, Madam, Mr. Ms. or Computer Software Program designed to parse the snippets of my life:

Please find attached my resume for the position advertised.  As you can see on my resume and with all of the “Key Words” I’ve used, I am well qualified for this amazing opportunity.  Just in case you haven’t seen my resume yet, here they are:

Salesman, Hunter, Experienced, Regional, Territory, Quota, Driven, Motivated, Hungry, Exceptional, Successful, Driven (used twice to show I’m Driven), Computer Literate, Plays Well with others and I’ve seen Wall Street three times.

First of all I am 58 years old.  Holy shit, we can’t talk about age.  That’s the Holy Grail of HR no, no’s.  Seriously, I know you’ve already done the mental math and feel there is no need for further consideration but let me continue.  You won’t be disappointed.

Second, I know about Facebook, Twitter, Foursquare, WordPress, Google+, Yahoo, Bing, Reddit, Delicious, Flickr, YouTube, Pandora, Spotify, Posterous, StumbleUpon and several more.  I’m pretty sure I created a user name and password for all of them, but I’m not sure.  You get the idea, not all 50’s and uppers are unaware of Social Media and popular computer and web app’s.

I am also very familiar with how to use the internet for research and information.  In fact, I’m pretty well-known there as gar54.  I wanted to be car54, but that was already taken.  Do you remember the show “Car 54 Where Are You”?  The same guy that played Herman Munster was on that show.  You remember Herman Munster don’t you?  No?  Okay, moving on.

I know what a newspaper is, not just the one’s on my iPad.

I know what an iPad is.

I have some college background and I know how to spell it without spell check.

I know not to use “I” all of the time, but then again this is about me, telling you, about ME.

Reliable transportation, yes, I have it and it’s paid for.  Plus it’s a real car, not one of those Kia’s that Hamsters like to drive.

When I was six, I had the Chicken Pox.

When I wear my dress up clothes and shave, I look pretty good for someone my age.  Oops, there I go again talking about my years of life, but I’m kind of proud of that achievement.  Sorry, me bad.

Finally, I’m a fun person that would be more than happy to go out after work with the gang and hang while drinking 64 calorie beer and eating nachos.

So call me.