And The Total Moron Award Goes To…

I believe there was a two person tie for my first weekly “Juan’s Complete and Total Moron Award.” First up is the guy in Kansas who had had enough of foreign looking people at his favorite restaurant. He yelled out, “Get out of our country!” That short statement was followed by him shooting two men from India because, in his moronic mind Indians and Iranians, “They all look the same.” I’m sure that will be his defense, “Your honor, I thought they were Iranians!” 

Second up is our laughing stock of a President, Mr. Donald J Trump. Yesterday he said, “No one thought healthcare would be that complicated.” I guess he has never filled out a healthcare form in his life. This complete and total moron thought he would just abolish Obamacare and replace it with a Walgreens discount medical supply card. I’m not a doctor nor a financial planner and even my thimble sized brain knows that providing healthcare for hundreds of millions of people is complicated…

The second contender for my weekly moron award will address his people tonight at 8pm eastern time. What do you want to bet the following words will be used by this dumb as bricks man: huge, terrific, great, a friend of mine and special. The moron in Kansas will in all likelihood be hoping Mr. Trump gives him clemency for helping him rid the country of undesirables. Please tell me your choices for the moron award. This too will pass

Hunter’s In For The Touchdown!

In 25 days I’ll be flying east to see the little family. Hunter enjoys running around in the yard but a missing chain link gate is needed to close off the backyard to prevent him from running into the street. Hunter loves to exercise and throw the foam football to his dad. What a big boy! 

Chris hopes he gets into football because he’s built quite sturdy for being 22 months old. I told Chris, “Just maybe Hunter might be a San Francisco 49er!” I knew that would bother Chris to no end. The Dallas Cowboys are Chris’s team and when he was young, he had a Dallas Star painted on his bedroom ceiling. 

Even if Hunter gets a chance to make it to the pros, I would be beyond happy! As long as he doesn’t go to those cheating Pittsburgh Steelers. 🙂 No one wears Steelers jerseys in this part of the country, not after they did their cheating ways against the Oakland Raiders in the early seventies but I digress. The truth is as long as Hunter’s happy and healthy is all that matters to me. This too will pass

Mortgage…

Without Toonce here, there’s nothing to come here for, oh I know it’s the zero rent I’m paying. Yesterday, I mailed the first of many mortgage payments and reminded myself of the Latin meaning of mortgage, unto death. Hopefully I get at least get to pay a hundred of the 359 to go, then it will be all on Chris. 

Rob and I resumed driving into work Monday after my imposed break. He said, “Did you here about Charles in the Oakland17 frames. He retired and died a few days later.” I pretended I knew who he was talking about and said, “That’s terrible! After all those years of working just to die. Are we just worker ants for The World’s Largest Telecommunications Company?”

With a bunch of time to kill yesterday evening, I sat in my truck and looked at the retiree/active employee death announcements on my iPad. It’s a little ritual I do from time to time. Once in a while I come upon someone I once worked with but mostly it’s an endless stream of the unknown. 

One day it will say, “Juan Guerra…El Verano Ca. or Clifton N.J with the month and day.” I will be added to the endless list of the souls who did what they did so some nameless person could call and say, “Hi it’s me, the shipment is late or I miss you.” If you look at the ratio of men and women, there were certainly more women employed in the 60’s and 70’s as clerks, operators and service representatives. They gave their lives so you could make a collect call, dispute a bill or add call waiting… This too will pass

5pm… 

They sent me out to help Alan G on  a miserable job in El Cerrito. I usually end up doing everything while he sits in his truck. I really don’t care, as he says, “I’m not lazy. I just don’t care anymore.” He’s on the day crew and thus doesn’t get the time and a half pay all day. It bothers him to no end but that’s the union contract. Those days are coming to an end with the dry weather forecasted… 

Rodney G. called me to help him and when I got to the location he said, “I thought I’d need you but it was a bad cord.” Frankly, if I didn’t have a ladder truck, I’d be doing the same thing. Rodney likes me and he also doesn’t care anymore. The World’s Largest Telecommunications Company has beat it out of us. The three of us have each more than 35 years under our belts doing this job. 

There are 100 ways to fail in this job title and one way to win, until they change the goal post for the 100th time… I was working at a terminal when Steve C. came up to me and said, “You know I think of suicide everyday between 7:30 and 4!” I replied, “My suicide watch starts at  11am to 7:30.” We both laughed. He too has quite a few years doing  this job. We hate management and we can’t wait till they want us to fill out those surveys of how wonderful it is to be working at The World’s Largest Telecommunications Company. Everyone I know writes comments  of the hate for how they treat us and still the company proclaims that all their employees are happy and content… This too will pass

At Least It’s Stopped Raining…

They say it will be clear sailing for the next seven days yet everything Telecommunications wise is still soggy. Water gets into cables, splices and even phone jacks, especially phone jacks. We are still on 11 hour days until the end of the week. Then it will be back to straight time, right when we were getting used to being on time and a half all day. 

On March 25th, I’m taking Tashi to New Jersey with me and she can’t wait. It will be right about then that a work loan will be offered and I’ll have to decline going. The loaners from Kansas, Missouri and Texas are going to head back to where they came from soon and we’ll take their place. 

Those of us in California are total weather wimps. I happened to run across one of the out of state loaners who said the last heavy downpour was drizzle where he’s from… This morning, we were sitting in the crew room and we all couldn’t imagine working in Mid-West snowy conditions, now that’s wimpy. Without a retirement buyout in the foreseeable future, I’ll be working a few more winters… This too will pass

Hello from Santa Nella, California… 

We could of pushed through to Oakland but Tashi and I were hungry, tired and maybe we just wanted our mini-vacation to last a little longer. As we came up on the windmill sign of Anderson’s Pea Soup, I said, ” Let’s take a break and get some food there!” We both agreed we had left L.A too late. 

The Anderson Pea Soup Restaurant is a family own place with an old fashion Dutch windmill out in front. The hostess sat us down and the second she left us, I said, “Let’s stay at the Best Western across the way. We’re beat and if I can get you to mom’s by 7:30, I can be at work with my boots on by 8:00am.” She didn’t argue. I called the Diamond something something line and quickly the call center person had us ready to go.

It’s 2:55 as I’m typing this and Tashi is sound asleep in the other bed. I must say we both had a great time, lots of fun and we spent a needed three day father-daughter time together. Okay once in a while we’d get our feathers ruffled, we’re both Roosters under the Chinese astrological sign. We squawk and then calm down and move on. That’s our nature and I’m totally okay with it. We must get back on The 5 no later than 5:30am to make this plan work, see ya later alligator mississippiensis… This too will pass

What A Total Bust…

That’s as far as we got to MacArthurs Park in Downtown Los Angeles. First of all, we couldn’t find a single bakery in Downtown L.A that sold a green marzipan cake and secondly as we drove up to the park we noticed the place was overrun with the homeless, drug addicts and drunks. Tashi and I both said, “We’re not getting out unless we want to get mugged. 

They say sometimes it’s better if we don’t get to touch our dreams. I guess it wasn’t meant to be. We found the famous sign but it was being used to hold upba guy’s makeshift tent. The once green grass in pictures is now just bare soil. Tashi said, “Dad at least you tried.” This too will pass

Jimmy Webb’s MacArthur Park

Next stop on our journey is finding a bakery in LA that sells a green frosted cake and then on to MacArthur Park. Yes, we’re going to by one of those slices of green almond princess cake (rather than the whole cake) and then I’ll place it on the welcome sign at the entrance MacArthur’s Park. I wish it was raining so I could leave my cake out in the rain but it will be sunny today…

Tashi gets a kick out of hearing what Roberta says about my humor or lack of, “You’re not funny. No one finds you funny! I don’t find you funny!” I’m sure our little adventure has been done thousands of times since 1968 when the song came out. I don’t care and if I could happen to find a striped pair of pants, I would wear them…

I hope we can find a couple of old men playing Chinese Checkers under the trees… This too will pass

The Happiest Place in The, Oh Shut Up…

As I’ve said before, I’ve never seen one Star Wars movie. We waited a half hour to have our picture taken with him. He made some sort of sound like he had nasal issues while clearing his throat. The children ahead of us laughed and giggled when he made the same sound for them. All I could think was, “How many times a day did that guy inside the costume have to make that sound?”That’s right, three marshmallows with four dots of chocolate and a smiling face costs 4.99…  The chocolate cherry covered apple, well you don’t even want to know how much that one will set you back… Okay, food costs at Mouseland and why not? You’re at The Happiest Place in The World, until you leave and thirty days later your Visa statement shows up, “Forty dollars for two cheeseburgers, a fries and two Cokes?”I guess for this woman at the handrail, Disneyland is just like home. This piece of human waste beat her tired toddler senseless because he was whining and this happened while the father chewed his lunch. The only reason she stopped was because she drew attention to her beating… Did I mention Disney is The Happiest Place in The World?Then there was this human piece of garbage. As we waited in a 40 minute line, we got to see the interaction between this hulk and the little girl with him. First let me say this, I hate short eyes as they call them in prison. 

So this guy starts playing the tickle game with his red head little girl. A little tickling would ok but he keeps on going, long past what is acceptable and you know when it’s gone beyond. Then he starts that subtle dominance game of twisting fingers and other weird things, his hands were all over her. Finally he leaves her alone and he puts is hands in his pockets but keeps moving his fingers…  The little girl grabs for his fingers, as she has done before or was taught. She grabs something else and giggles, “That’s not your finger grandpa!” He smiled and she didn’t say it as if it was her first time either. 

Finally, when Disney first opened California Adventure, the poor cousin to Mouseland, it was a failing park. No one wanted to see how rice was produced in Central California so they added a bunch of fun rides. Still the park’s attendance numbers were miserablely low. What did they do to increase people wanting to go there? They allow people to walk around with jug sized plastic glasses of beer and wine. What a perfect place for a self denying alcoholic to be! So while you’re waiting your turn to ride Cars, you can throw back a couple of 32 oz beers.The line will take 50 minutes and meanwhile mom has had a few goblets of Zin… We did pass a guy walking with a stroller with vomit on his shirt and his sauced wife. I forgot to mention how Disneyland is The Happiest Place in The World. This too will pass

I’ll Admit It, I’ve Never Seen A Star Wars Movie…

Taking a break from the crowds and taking a load off our feet, we ended up at The Star Wars museum where Star Trekkies abounded. Wow a real Luke Skywalker Red helmet as opposed to his less popular white helmet, wow a Poe Dameron Helmet..! Did Carrie Fisher wear one? Princess Leah recently died, not in a massive explosion of two epic size stars colliding but from a bad heart. 

I think we saw Ob-Juan-Konobe, I guess he was Hispanic. I liked Him in Bridge on The River Kwai, now that was a movie. The movie’s about to start.. This too will pass