Showing posts with label Personal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Personal. Show all posts

Thursday, November 24, 2022

Q NOTES # 984: Giving Thanks

Every morning when I wake up feeling good, I give thanks for at least that much. Things I took for granted when I was in my 20's are meaningful now. 

I was drying my razor after I shaved this morning, and accidentally slit my right thumb. Not too painful, but more bleeding than I expected from a cut that small. I stopped the bleeding with a band-aid, and quickly gave thanks again.

The weather forecast last night was for steady rain from 6:00 AM until midnight today, but by this morning the prediction was that rain wouldn't begin until about 2:30 PM. That allowed enough time to walk the three miles I'd expected to lose to the weather, so I gave thanks a third time. I carried my umbrella just in case. I was about a mile from home at noon when enough light rain began falling to require an umbrella. I cussed at the weather, but gave thanks for the umbrella.

Added 3:24 PM: Ignorant Senate wannabe Herschel Walker challenged intelligent MSNBC host Joy Reid to a TV debate any time. Reid jumped on the challenge and Herschel disappeared, proving he's all hot air and horse shit.

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Feedin' time

A reader of the Dallas Morning News opinion page responded to a letter about cuts in agriculture program funding with an opinion that food stamps should be issued on a sliding scale linked to the obesity of the applicant. Many Texans have shared his experience of waiting in line at the store while some lardass buys a boxcar full of groceries with the familiar little white debit card. I couldn't pass up a chance to stick in my own opinion as follows:

It's a blessing (or a curse, depending on your point of view) that participation in federal assistance programs such as food stamps is based on meeting specific uniform eligibility criteria, and whether one deserves assistance or not isn't among them. While I've also noticed the irony of a 300 lb. mama using her Lone Star card, my wiser side tells me that someday, I may be glad my own request for help was not evaluated too subjectively by a caseworker.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Modern Wonders

When I'm out shopping, I normally park somewhere on the perimeter of the lot. I need the exercise provided by the extra steps, and I want to avoid squeezing into a space between two other vehicles. A few months ago, I went to Half Price Books and for some reason, the parking lot was filled almost to capacity. I had no choice except to slip my Jetta between two of those behemoth pickups that are popular with shitkickers and college kids.

The next morning, I discovered that the motherfucker driving the monster truck parked on my right (passenger) side had apparently swung his door open too vigorously and had put a dent in the rear quarter panel of the Jetta. Goddamn it, I love that car and seeing the dent caused thoughts of murder to stream through my mind. It wasn't a huge dent -- maybe four inches wide, three top to bottom. It was high enough on the panel that it must have been caused by a vehicle that stands taller than a Jetta.

Anyway, I'd been living with the dent for weeks, but every time I saw it, I got pissed off all over again. Then yesterday, while I was driving around listening to sports talk radio, I heard a commercial for a local outfit called Dent-Magic, advertising a body repair process that sounded like it was quick and relatively inexpensive. Last night I went online and watched youtube.com videos that demonstrated how dents are removed without any of the hassle that I normally associate with bodyshop repairs. I had been thinking of the Dent-Magic restoration technique as something to use after your car was exposed in a hail storm, but I underestimated the jobs they can handle.

To make a long story short, today I took the Jetta to Dent-Magic. They charged me a mere 100 bucks to make the dent totally disappear, and the technician completed the job in less time than it took me to walk 6720 steps (about 3.25 miles). I didn't have to fuck with an insurance claim or be without my car for 2-3 days. I told Dave, the Dent Magician, that he had made my Christmas. Consider this a glowing testimonial from a highly satisfied customer.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Government work

From much of the commentary I've read, it seems like there are a lot of people who envy public employees. I was a state employee for 28 years, and I never thought my job was enviable. Anyone who believes state employees have a soft life has never worked for the state of Texas.

Every month, I paid roughly equal percentages of my salary into both the state employee retirement system (ERS) and Social Security. The state paid part of my monthly health insurance premium, and the rest was taken out of my paycheck, along with federal income tax. During my working years, I tended to fret about the substantial difference between my gross monthly income and my net monthly income, but as a retiree I'm glad the retirement contributions were mandatory withholding -- I probably would've lacked the discipline to save for retirement during hard times.

As a state employee, I was required to participate in the retirement system. I had access to effective, affordable health care, and I got to take off work on designated state and federal holidays in addition to the annual and sick leave I earned every month. My first day on the job was March 1st, and my new boss told me the office would be closed for a state holiday on March 2nd. I thought "Man, this is one terrific job."

Paid leave, holidays and health insurance were benefits, but those were offset by a state salary schedule that was substantially lower than private sector salaries. Most of the time I'd have preferred fewer holidays and more take-home pay.

I always thought working in the state's public welfare bureaucracy was a high-stress, thankless job. There were more negative aspects to the daily routine than I want to list here, and most days I woke up dreading the idea of going to the office.

The lady who was my boss at the time I left the state later asked me what retirement was like. My answer: "When I was working, now and then I'd have a really great day. As a retiree, now and then I have a really shitty day." 

At the time I retired, I'd spent more than half of my life in public employment. Looking back on it as things stand now, I'm glad I did.

Monday, November 1, 2010

Six Word Memoir (Update)

In the spirit of the moment, here's my latest Six Word Memoir:

Voted Republican once. Won't happen twice.

Friday, October 22, 2010

Real Life and Afterlife

An interesting day that began with an impromptu appointment with the dentist to check the fit and appearance of my new dentures, utilizing wax-based mockups. Two things were rapidly apparent. First, after many years of having far fewer teeth than is customary, it's weird to look into a mirror and see my mouth full of what appear to be normal, healthy teeth. That will take some getting used to. Also, I realized immediately that adjusting to life with dentures will be significantly more complicated than adjusting to life with no teeth at all has been. I've had to learn how to talk without teeth, but I think learning how to talk with dentures will be more challenging. At any rate, the finished products in acrylic should be ready for installation in another week or so, then we'll see. Mrs. bee was satisfied with the new look, which is a positive.

This afternoon, we went to see the new movie Hereafter, directed by Clint Eastwood and starring Matt Damon. Clint Eastwood has become a trusted brand name as a film director, in the same way that Steven Spielberg and Martin Scorsese are brand names. With these guys, you know what to expect; even their worst movies are generally above-average, and their best ones are classics. I can't remember seeing a movie directed by Clint Eastwood in the last twenty years that wasn't worth every red cent I paid to watch it.

Hereafter begins with an exceptionally well-executed SFX scene, the kind that is made possible only with computers and digital technology, but this is no high-tech action flick. It deals with the issue of the afterlife, but in a subdued manner that doesn't rely on supernatural thrills or religious advocacy. Hereafter reminded me of movies like Babel, Crash, and 21 Grams, since it involves three separate storylines with different sets of characters, running in parallel for most of the picture, finally intersecting at the conclusion. 21 Grams was the first movie I remember seeing that utilized the structure, and it caught me off guard at the time. Clint Eastwood is now an AARP cover boy, and he makes good movies for sensible, mature audiences. Hereafter is rated an 8.5 and is highly recommended for any Eastwood fan.  

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

A moving experience

All factors considered, it is substantially easier to help your adult child move into her new house than it is to buy and move into a new house of your own. This is especially true when there are plenty of capable hands available to share in the division of labor.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Calories

My parents subscribe to a several magazines, most of which eventually wind up at my house in the recycling basket. I try to skim them for interesting articles before they're hauled to the recycle center, and I found an intriguing cover story in the August 17th issue of Time. According to their report, people who study the subject are concluding that exercise really doesn't have much to do with weight loss. In fact, heavy exercise may result in weight gains because it makes us hungrier, and most people tend to satisfy their hunger by scarfing down high-calorie snacks or beverages.


I was glad to read this since it confirmed something I'd already figured out on my own --- if I want to maintain my weight or lose a few pounds, it'll be accomplished mainly by watching my diet, not increasing my exercise level.


My primary form of exercise is walking three miles per day in as close to 45 minutes as I can make it. Walking at four miles per hour is fairly vigorous exercise, and at my age and weight, the activity will burn an average of 305 calories per day. To exercise off one pound, I have to walk approximately 35 miles without increasing my calorie intake. It can be done, but it isn't easy. There are many benefits to walking, but losing weight isn't among them.


I've reached a point where I feel guilty any day that I skip my walk, whether due to bad weather or travel, so I'll continue the routine, maybe even try to improve it. But I'll also continue my routine of counting the calories in the stuff I eat, and try to stay under 2200 a day, and under 1500 when I can.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Bureaucracy

The protests against health care reform range from fullscale insanity (death panels) to verging on reasonable (budget deficits), and the people who are against it range from well-intentioned citizens to disgusting bottomfeeders. One of the most common arguments against the so-called public option is that health care will be managed by government bureaucrats, which means inefficiency, which translates into having to wait. If there's one thing the typical American hates, it's having to wait in line for anything.
 
At any rate, I spent virtually my entire adult life working in some type of government bureaucracy, so I believe I'm qualified to discuss them from a moderately informed perspective.


In terms of sheer mindblowing inefficiency, the United States Army probably had more silly rules and regulations than any of the other organizations I worked for. The accomplishment of military missions depends on discipline up and down the chain of command, which is fostered by having written rules for everything and an unwavering expectation they'll be obeyed. Most people like the protection the military services provide, so their bureaucratic inefficiency is generally ignored unless it causes some disaster or a loss of life.


From 1972 to 1998, I worked in the state's public welfare system, the first 32 months as a caseworker and the remainder as a unit supervisor. The welfare bureaucracy as I knew it was probably comparable to a future government organization determining eligibility for medical services.


Throughout my career, I was assigned to various administrative units of between 12-18 state employees, either as an eligibility worker or supervisor. For discussion's sake, I'll say the average was 14, although it may be actually have been slightly more or less. I supervised a variety of urban and rural offices, some as small as two caseworkers and a clerk, some as large as 9-10 workers and several clerks. I usually had a personal secretary as well.
 

My first observation is that almost always, about 50 percent of my staff members (Group A) were outstanding employees with highly developed technical skills and admirable work habits. Then there were an additional 40 percent (Group B) who were competent, diligent and dependable, but were slightly more error-prone than the elite staff. Finally, as a general rule, about 10 percent of my subordinates (Group C) were what I'd call high maintenance. They'd have difficulty mastering the policy knowledge and technical skills the work required, or had problems with attitude or absenteeism. I guess most first-line managers would classify and distribute their staffs in similar proportions.
 

Benefit applicants whose cases were handled by Group A staff were consistently happy with the service they received, and those handled by Group B generally had minor complaints, if any. Client complaints usually came from people whose cases were handled by Group C staff, and invariably involved allegations of rude treatment or processing delays, often both. Often, when processing time began to drag out, applicants would start calling several times a day to bitch about it, and eventually their worker would get fed up and reply rudely. To put it another way, about 90 percent of the complaints were caused by 10 percent of the staff.

Since our work involved providing financial assistance to low-income people, Texas taxpayers generally had a low opinion of us and the people we were trying to serve. Ronald Reagan didn't help matters with his myths and fabrications about welfare queens in Cadillacs. The state legislature tolerated our agency as a necessary evil, but was usually looking for ways to discourage poor people from applying by regularly requiring them to jump through new sets of hoops. In the age of Gingrich and Clinton (at the federal level) and George W. Bush (at the state level), this was known as "welfare reform."

 

As an unpopular department providing unpopular services, our constant focus was on quality control, meaning fraud prevention and benefit accuracy to the penny. If a client received ten dollars per month more than she was entitled to, that was assumed to be concrete statistical evidence that actual benefit errors were in the hundreds of thousands of dollars, with federal matching funds to be withheld accordingly. Errors led to added demands for precision, leading to increased verification requirements, leading to delays in processing, leading to client complaints, resulting in more errors, all in a never-ending loop of futility. The fact that Congress and the legislature were routinely changing the rules of the game only made the situation worse.
 

Ours was a high-pressure, high-stress working environment --- unfortunately, the elite Group A employees sometimes burned out and sought advancement, either up the departmental food chain or in other lines of work. The qualities that made them Group A members also made it easy for them to move on --- much easier than it was for me to replace them with new employees possessing comparable abilities.
 

In retrospect, I'm amazed my staff members were able to accomplish as many good things as they did. After some legislative sessions, the department would be under a reduction-in-force directive, meaning we were expected to do more work of higher quality with fewer employees and new rules to learn.
 

Having survived in a bureaucratic environment for so many years, I understand what bureaucrats are up against and I bear them no ill will. With most of our income these days paid through government retirement systems, my wife and I still depend on bureaucracies, and I'm impressed with how effectively and smoothly they operate. Getting into the Social Security retirement system was surprisingly easy, somewhat to my amazement after reading so many chatroom comments about how tough it would be.

The bottom line for me: There may be reasons for me to worry about the public option, but fear of bureaucracy won't be among them.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

One more time

The painting is called Roadtrip and the artist is R.E.G. of Arlington, who happens to be my daughter. I'm displaying the picture here because I like to look at it and admire her attention to detail. Click on the image for an enlarged actual-size view.

Saturday, August 30, 2008

Hey, bro. This one's for you...

Mrs. bee left on her long-planned Colorado trip this morning, and I'll have the place to myself for several days. I feel like an old, retired version of Tom Cruise in the movie Risky Business. Unlike Tom, I doubt if I'll get in any trouble, but I do plan to make a nice dent in that stack of R-rated DVDs I've been stockpiling. First on the list is There Will Be Blood, and I'll probably follow that with The Assassination of Jesse James By The Coward Robert Ford. Before the week's over, I also need to see No Country For Old Men again. I'll try to fit in three movies per day. Anyway, I'm slightly giddy with anticipation, as they say, and in the mood for a little juvenile behavior.

My bro in Houston is the only person I know that I agree with on most things. He's also the only regular reader of the jailbee blogs and when I write, I try to keep in mind he may be reading. Yesterday we exchanged e-mails discussing the election and possible scenarios for the next four years, and somewhere in there he mentioned that he was waiting to see what moniker I would attach to Sarah Palin. Hell, I'd barely heard of her, and damned sure didn't know enough to give her a nickname.

But I thought about it and realized that around here, McCain has THREE nicknames: Ace, Top Gun, and Speedo. In the interest of gender equity, his ticketmate needs at least one. So, in a fit of Saturday morning juvenile behavior, here it is:

Sarah Palin = S.P. = beauty contest participant = SP = Sweet Pea = Pea, Mrs. Pea, etc. So Sweet Pea it shall be. Hope Pea does something about that hairdo. And bro, this one's for you.

Saturday, June 28, 2008

Keeping up with the culture

Several months ago, I became infatuated with the verse form known as haiku, and spent several days trying my hand at writing it. The latest thing seems to be the so-called six word memoir. In this one, the point is to try to sum up the essence of your life in six well-chosen words. I've done several, and the latest is in the sidebar to your right as you're reading this page. I think it's fun, so maybe you'll want to try it too.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Awesomeness

Saturday afternoon, the temperature was 94 degrees with a heat index of 99 degrees. I smeared sunscreen all over my face and arms, put on a straw hat instead of my usual cap, picked up my weights and headed out to walk three miles. Made it in 44:32 (4.042 mph). Awesome. It was the first time I'd broken the 4 mph barrier since the weather turned hot. Sunday, 96 degrees. Same routine: sunscreen, straw hat, etc. Got in at 44:19 (4.062 mph). More awesome.

Yesterday, I did yard work instead of walking. This afternoon, instead of waiting until 6:30 pm to start the walk, I decided to see what I could do when the sun was high enough that there was no shade along the route. Left the house at 2:00 pm, with the heat index 99 degrees, and turned in my best time yet, 43:58 (4.094 mph). Total awesomeness. Maybe it was the sunscreen or the straw hat, but my heat tolerance improved dramatically since last week. Hope I can maintain this level of awesomeness all summer long.

The other day, Obama adapted a line from the great guy flick The Untouchables, which has attracted attention and inspired commentary around the blogosphere; the Repubs are whining like sissy-boys about it. It's the line about bringing a gun to a knife fight. It was a damned cool line when Sean Connery said it, and it still is. Awesomeness.

Friday, May 23, 2008

Summertime blahs

When the aggregate readership of three blogs numbers in single digits, one critical remark sticks out like a sore thumb and two constitute a groundswell of negativity. This afternoon, I got an e-mail from one of my longtime buddies commenting on my relative lack of productivity in recent weeks, and implying that like an old mineshaft, I might be petering out.

As I mentioned in the preceding post, I got distracted at the beginning of May by my other interest; I have two. Blog maintenance is the focal point of my miserable existence, which is why there are three of them rather than one. The original blog, Hot Water Sandwich, is essentially dedicated to interminable reflections on the events of my life, starting with earliest memories. Fertilizer Storage is where I ventilate in short bursts about whatever's pissing me off at any given moment. The blog you're currently looking at, Pensights, is the middle stack where everything else goes.

Since I've been spending so much time on my other interest, I haven't been musing on the events of my life or keeping up with current events closely enough to get pissed off, hence the scarcity of new stuff.

Summertime has arrived, with the temperature this afternoon in the low 90s. I've hated summer ever since I was old enough to have summer jobs. When I was a teenager, my summer work was outdoors in cotton fields, slaving under the hot sun for 76 cents an hour or some similarly ridiculous wage. Once I got past junior high, summer stopped being a vacation time and started being a time when I worked real hard in the damned Texas heat. For years, I was grossly overweight which made the heat almost unbearable, plus I was psychologically disturbed by the whole concept of daylight saving time (as noted in an earlier post). The bottom line: Fuck summer.

A few years ago, for health reasons, I lost nearly 100 pounds. I started eating more wisely and trying to get a little exercise every day. There are many good things about being 100 pounds lighter, but one of the best is that it's easier to cope with the Texas summer heat.

My normal exercise consists of walking between 2.5 and 4.5 miles every day, at a speed of four miles per hour. Typically, I walk a measured three-mile route in 45 minutes (faster if the weather's nice). Every year when summer breaks down the door and comes charging in like it owns the joint, I experience an adjustment period; the three miles start taking 46 or 47 minutes instead. After a few days, I get accustomed to the heat and motivate as usual, but I still finish drenched in sweat. Oh well, it'll just help me appreciate the cooler afternoons in October.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

I've been busy lately... anything happening ?

I've been pondering the idea of writing a long post on the "Hot Water Sandwich" blog about my many years enjoying and collecting recorded music (vinyl albums, tape cassettes, and CDs). What brought this to mind is that I spent most of the last ten days making the digital-age equivalent of "mix tapes."

In 2000, I bought my first CD recorder and began transferring some of my vinyl record collection to CD. You wouldn't believe the number of hours I devoted to that hobby, since analog transfers are done essentially in real time. Copying the typical forty-minute vinyl album takes at least 40 minutes, more when you take into account the time spent turning the record over and so forth.

My first two computers had CD-ROM drives, but the new laptop has a CD/DVD burner. My son-in-law, who has every tech toy and gadget I can imagine, has been burning CDs for me for several years, and I always thought the speed at which a computer could burn CDs was awesome. Anyway, I've been compiling and burning music anthologies, and having a lot of fun doing it. I've been so preoccupied, I've barely paid attention to what's going on in the world. I think it's helpful to stop and clean out your mind from time to time.

Last week, there were key primary elections in Indiana and North Carolina. Obama did better than expected, narrowly losing in Indiana and winning decisively in NC. The current conventional wisdom is that he locked up the Dem nomination this week, and all that's left are the formalities.

Mrs. Clinton hasn't conceded, and has been making an argument that many of her voters won't shift their allegiance to Obama. There are apparently several million of them, and they're typically described as blue-collar, working class, older, lower-income, and less-educated. What we're talking about here are white people who still haven't gotten over the verdict in the O.J. Simpson trial, and damned sure aren't voting for anyone who shares his skin color. At one time, these folks were referred to as Reagan Democrats, but that term has been an oxymoron since 1980. After the first Reagan vote, those people stopped being Democrats and became Republicans.

So let's agree that Obama can't count on much support from that demographic. The typical Barack voter is described as younger, higher-income, and more educated. My dad and I were talking about the election this morning, and agreed on two things. First, neither of us has any interest in seeing Bill Clinton back in the White House. Second, we agreed the kind of people who are supporting Obama now typically don't turn out to vote in general elections. By that, we mean young people, the under-30s.

Here's something we know: Top Gun isn't going to win in November with the diehard pro-W vote, which is in the 31 percent vicinity, He needs to find another 20-25 percent somewhere, and he'll probably try to get it from Mrs. Clinton's "working class" supporters.

Assuming the CW is accurate, two things can happen that might make the November election interesting. First, after Top Gun is officially the GOP nominee, he might make a clear shift to the middle to lure Mrs. Clinton's disgruntled blue-collar voters. The conservative followers of Limbaugh, Hannity, and Coulter don't like Top Gun now, and they'll really be pissed if he runs as a centrist in the fall. Second, Obamarama may be a true phenomenon unlike anything we've ever seen in American politics, and maybe all those young voters will stay on board for the full ride. Millions of new voters who aren't showing up in traditional opinion polls.


Bottom line is, we might get an election that's closer than the experts are currently predicting. Obama still loses, but it's a nailbiter to the end. Top Gun wins, but his own party has to hold their noses to get through his four years. If the congressional races fall in line, I could live with that.

Monday, February 11, 2008

The End

The End

And in the end, the love you take
Is equal to the love you make.


Have you ever had the experience of a song melody running through your head, over and over, and you keep humming it to yourself ? Well, "The End" by The Beatles started playing in my mind yesterday and has kept it up all day today. Not a song really, but a fragment of one, at the close of the famous Abbey Road album. I think what triggered it was when I added the element at the bottom of the page.


Added 10:06 am on 02/13/08: In the preceding post, I commented on the death of Roy Scheider. As I think back on 2007, there were a lot of famous people who died, as there are every year. The ones that stick in my mind are Molly Ivins, Kurt Vonnegut Jr, Ira Levin, Norman Mailer, and Jerry Falwell. Among those five, I'd have to say the score is 4-1 in favor of the bad guys. In this contest, the more points you score, the further behind you get... the object is to hope the other side scores more points.

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Babies in the news

Conservative Republicans (CRs) almost always describe themselves as God-fearing. That's an accurate description, but doesn't go far enough. These folks fear God and damn near everything else you can name. Liberals, Mexicans, Muslims, and homosexuals are a few things that come to mind. There's not a bigger bunch of wussies and wimps on the planet than CRs.

I discussed the fear of Mexicans with some members of my family recently. One of the big fears that CRs have is that illegal Mexican immigrants will gobble up all the public welfare benefits so that good God-fearing citizens won't be able to get any. My experience in the welfare business was that illegal immigrants didn't qualify for benefits, but their child might if he/she was born in the USA. This led to a heated discussion over the merits of the 14th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution, which I've subsequently learned has been under attack by flavor-of-the-day Hucklebuck.

The 14th amendment was ratified in July 1868; it was one of the "reconstruction" amendments proposed after the Civil War. Among its provisions, the amendment basically established the rule that if a person was born in the US, he was a citizen with equal protection under the law, the intent being to resolve the status of former slaves and settle their legal rights.

Now we have the "anchor baby" phenomenon, where illegal immigrants have babies here who are considered US citizens and are sometimes eligible for various government benefits. This has the CRs in an uproar, and Hucklebuck, in another example of blatant pandering, has suggested that the constitution be amended to take care of the problem. The fact that this position seems to contradict his earlier utterances shouldn't be alarming: this bunch of GOP candidates has a record of flip-flopping that makes John Kerry look like the model of consistency.

It's a good thing the native Americans (Indians) were too busy hunting for food to hold conventions and pass laws. They'd have had one hell of an illegal immigration problem, and it would've been a lot worse than the one the CRs have.


One other news story that caught my eye: The anti-abortion crowd has a new gimmick, involving the exploitation of men who have been traumatized by abortion. These men have had their lives destroyed because their sexual partners chose to have abortions. I haven't yet figured out how this meshes with other segments of the morality agenda. Here's my recommendation: Guys, avoid trauma....wear a condom.

Thursday, January 3, 2008

Telecheckmate

I opened my first checking account when I was in college. It rarely had much money in it, and I used it mainly to pay my school expenses. Over the years, I relied more and more on checks, and now I almost never use a credit card and seldom pay cash for any purchase over five dollars. I have a debit card, but I can't remember using it. Maybe once.

The day after Christmas, Half Price Books had their annual 20 percent discount sale. As I always do, I went in early, shopped for over an hour, and bought an assortment of CDs, DVDs, and books. Paid by check. Later that afternoon, I had to be back in the area so I made a second pass at the bargain CD rack. Again, I paid by check. No problem so far.

The next day, still not satisfied that I'd taken full advantage of the discount prices, I made my third trip to the store and found a few more CDs and DVDs that looked interesting. This time there was a problem. The store uses the Telecheck payment authorization system, and for some reason it wasn't allowing my check to clear. No one could explain what the problem was, and there was no manager on duty for me to discuss the situation with. I left and decided to try again the following day.

Different day, same problem. Again, Telecheck was refusing to authorize. In their terminology, my payment was declined. Now I was getting pissed off. I've been a regular customer at Half Price Books for years, and I've probably written at least thirty checks a year there with no problems. I knew there was more than enough money in the account to cover the check amount, so what's the f-ing deal ? Sorry, I was told, store policy dictates that payment by check requires system approval. The clerks were polite, but in their minds, rules were rules. Making an exception for me just to provide excellent service to a dependable customer wasn't going to happen.

My next stop was the King Dollar store in the same shopping center. This is one of those places where everything sells for one dollar. I needed some flashlight batteries and a few other odds and ends, and I usually grab a few items on pure impulse.

This store also uses Telecheck and for a third time, my payment was declined. Again, the store personnel couldn't tell me why but I was given a cash register slip with a 1-800 number and a multi-digit "denial code" on it. When I got home, I decided to call Telecheck and get some answers.

Telecheck is one of those operations that apparently has only one human being on the payroll, the lady whose voice is on the recorded messages. I punched in all kinds of numbers, but at no time was I given the option to talk to a living, breathing service representative. After about five minutes of automated runaround, their machine explained that based on the denial code in my transaction, the check was refused because I fit a risk profile based in part on the frequency of my check-writing.

I'm just guessing, but it looks like my problem started because I tried to write three checks at one business (HP Books) within 24 hours, and then because one check was refused, all subsequent checks written within six days would also be refused.

Now I understand why ethnic minorities are pissed off about racial profiling. Not being able to pay by check for stuff I can live without is an inconvenience, but being hassled by the law based on some arbitrary "profile" would really chap my ass.

I'm mad at the rip-off artists who go around writing hot checks, which makes Telecheck viable in the first place, but I'm also mad at a system that allows Telecheck to operate without a customer-friendly issue resolution process. Any organization that has access to my personal financial affairs should be required by law to have a human being on duty to handle my complaints.

Life is a bitch, and then you die. A big EMF to Telecheck and their clients.



Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Dust Bunnies


In the last few years, I've learned some useful new words. One is schadenfreude, finding satisfaction in the misery of others. Another useful word is kakistocracy, defined as government in which the worst people are in power, and control is exercised by those least qualified to govern. The origin of the word is the Greek "kakos" which is probably also the source of the slang term "ka-ka."

According to the newspaper, the turnout for yesterday's election will probably end up being less than ten percent of eligible Texas voters. Maybe in a kakistocracy, people just aren't motivated to go out and vote.

I voted yesterday because there was one proposal I strongly supported, the one requiring recorded votes in the Texas legislature. I'm ashamed to admit I cast other votes on proposals I wasn't well-informed about. I don't know which is worse: not voting or voting in ignorance. Either way, we get kakistocracy.

At the Exxon station on the corner, a gallon of regular unleaded is selling for just under three bucks. I can remember when my gasoline credit card bill for two cars averaged about 70 bucks a month; it wasn't that long ago. Now I'm looking at nearly 40 bucks for one fill-up, and from what I'm reading, it's gonna get worse. I need a car that gets 60 mpg.

8:00 PM same day: Was just skimming through some Time magazines my mom brought over and read an article about Putin's recent trip to Tehran, which some interpreted as an emf to Billy Banjo. The article brought back memories of one of my favorite W moments. Of course, there haven't been too many favorite W moments.

Back in 2001, before the 9/11 attacks, W had his first official meeting with Putin, who was a former KGB officer and about as serious as heart failure. W said he'd looked into Putin's eyes and gotten a sense of his soul. This caught my attention because it proved something I suspected was actually true: W was definitely not the brightest flame in the candelabra. Plus, that remark was totally gay. I don't know how Putin kept a straight face. When I consider W's long relationship with the hermaphroditic Karl Rove, I have to wonder how close they really were.

11:00 PM same day: Tonight I watched the movie "The Pursuit of Happyness." For some reason, I thought it would be a comedy. It's not. Instead, it's loosely based on the actual experiences of a man named Chris Gardner, and anyone who's ever lived from paycheck to paycheck, or seen the bank account balance zero out in the middle of the month, will be able to relate to his story. Will Smith plays the lead role. I haven't seen many of his movies, but he's been good in the ones I've seen.

Most of the movie is about things going wrong for Will Smith, so I can't recommend it unequivocally. It gets a little relentless. I'm rating it a 6.0 based on the lead performance, and the fact my human decency criteria are met.