I believe I must explain my new nickname, or pen name. It comes from the fact that my fave actor, Keith Hamilton Cobb loves to act barefoot. When asked why he replied that being barefoot helps keep him “grounded”. In addition, he’s been to several past conventions and interviews barefoot or unshod ( I think and hope he took his shoes off UPON ARRIVAL ). And, I discovered an “Andromeda” episode ( which I have a photo of . . . . Which I wish I could upload here so you can see. . . . . ) where Tyr Anasazi was padding around unshod. And since I have a kind of foot fetish and think that is ( dare I say sexy ), I’ve taken on the moniker of “BarefootTyr”. Note: I only consider it sexy if the guy has nice feet, and Keith has nice feet.
Now, on to REAL LIFE. . . . . .
Well, the fun started when I decided to leave early for work. I had got up early, ran, got cleaned up, dressed, cooked and packed my din-din and was ready to roll by 1015. SO I decided to leave early in order to get to work early and eat.
You figure, if you leave early, you will get to work early. Right? Wrong!! I must have waited at least 45 minutes for a bus to come. The first one that came was a “dead head”, “No Passengers” and passed us ( me and other people waiting ) right by. The next one pulled up 15 minutes later and was crowded like rush hour. Day time rush hour, I guess those Transit cutbacks really did take a toll. I wonder should I leave earlier or later. . . I’m confused . . . . . .
Shocking, I managed to get to work early and as soon as I walked in I was in trouble! My office was packed out with injured complainants and EMS. It looked like the freaking Bellvue Hospital Emergency Room! All f the chairs and desks were occupied with standing room only. OMG!
I kindly informed the Lieutenant on the desk that I was going upstairs to the lounge until they all cleared out. He immediately became pissed because, as I keep saying in the past, all those folks are NOT SUPPOSED to be in our office! Especially if they are injured! This is NOT the Emergency Room, or a TRIAGE UNIT and we are clerical workers, not MEDICAL PERSONNEL!!
I kept thinking to myself that if The Boss Lady was there, she would be ticked and give them all a piece of her mind, but, I have to rescind that. She just plain couldn’t give a fudge. The only time she will get involved is when someone gets hurt or winds up catching something as a result of exposure to blood.
That is why every time I come in, I take 15 minutes or so and I wash down my entire desk, phone, computer keyboard and any surfaces I have to work on, first before I sit there.
If something does happen I just pray it doesn’t happen to me, because I will definitely take it to the max. I will sue NYPD and I will sue The Boss Lady for being passive and negligent as not only my supervisor, but as our so-called Union Representative!
I hate to say this about my people ( Black ) but I must. Some think being a supervisor is all about being Large and In Charge, I’ve Got It Made In The Shade, I’m The Big Kahuna, and they forget there’s RESPNSIBLITY to being a supervisor! You get paid more, because they expect you to be more responsible! Hello! Well, the Boss Lady is just like that.
All she wants to do is get in, shuffle a couple of papers for about an hour, then disappear for four to five hours ( to sleep ) and come back when I’m on my way home. I tell you, in private concern ( private industry ) her butt would’ve been so fired. . . . . . .
Sad thing about government jobs ( rather New York City government ) it is very difficult to get rid of people like her. Oh they’ve tried to, but she has hooks ( people who she knows in power who look out for her ) so they were never able to do anything to her. So, I’m afraid she is going to be like that until she retires.
Me? I used to get angry at her antics, but now I leave her alone. I figure soon enough, she will be hoisted by her own petard. . . . . . as Shakespeare would say. . . . . Or, Sow the wind and reap the whirlwind. . . . As the Bible says.
I’m just afraid one day something truly nasty will happen and she will not be able to run for cover like she used to. She’ll be caught right in it. Reason? She refused to address very important issues when they came up. She is afraid to rock the boat, so, I feel like the canary in the mines, I’m singing but The Boss Lady is not listening, until it is too late.
I pray I’m not there when it happens. . . . . . .
Also, wifi is still out at work. I didn’t really get a chance to get on the computer at home, yesterday. And when I did I was dead dog tired. I really wanted to chat with my two cohorts over at The House, but I was so tired I nearly fell over on my keyboard. So I closed up and went right to sleep. After I woke up, I really didn’t have time to go back on the computer. Now they must be wondering what the heck happened to me. I’ve got to message them and apologize.
I don’t know what to do about the stupid WiFi because the president of the WiFi club is not here. He is either on vacation, on his days off or out sick, I don’t know. And he is the only one I can speak to. I have a funny and paranoid feeling that since I kicked them all off my FaceBook page, they may have changed the code and secretly kicked me to the curb. This might sound farfetched to you but I don’t put anything past them. I work with NYPD cops, remember?
Then again, I might be a tad paranoid after what happened to me. Anyway, we shall see. We shall see. If it turns out to be right. There’s a restaurant down the street that has WiFi. All I need is an hour and a cuppa java. . . .
That’s it for know. I’m doing this at 1245am on Saturday morning as an Open Office Document and saving it to upload later when I get home from church. Which might be about 130pm. ::sigh::
Via Con Dios.