It's been said that everyone rises to their own level of incompetence. You may ask "what the hell is that supposed to mean?" Well, basically... as long as you can actually do your job, you keep getting promoted. Once you get promoted into a job you can't do, you stop getting promoted. So there you are sitting in a job you can't do, and no one will move you back down to the job you could do, because that would mean those who are higher up than you would have to admit that they were wrong. and we can't have that, now can we.
Now... to an extent this is true... with the exception of the fact that all of those people above you are probably incompetent for their jobs too, so they probably don't recognize the difference between ability and incompetence. So the structure becomes more and more top heavy with incompetents. And that's why life's a bitch. Whatever... I guess that's why hard work has to be it's own reward, because God knows... that's about the only reward you're getting.

Today's Link: WWDN Today's Music: A3 (aka Alabama3) Current Book: Red Rabbit by Tom Clancy
Today's Quote: Wow. After I jumped, it ocurred to me. Life is perfect. Life is the best, full of magic, beauty, opportunity, and television. And surprises...lot's of surprises, yeah. And then there's the best stuff, of course. Better than anything anyone ever made up, 'cause it's real. The Million Dollar Hotel

So... Here it is, yet another attempt to make a regular page of rants. Should be fun. Anyway. I'm open to suggestions and such, so here it is.
For my first entry I will respond to my friend Phil's Suggestions that I should "start out by explaining what you did when you got up this morning. this should likely lead you to explain who you are, and why you bother waking up on any given morning."
So here goes:
This morning I woke up and took a shower. Which is generally the thing to do from both a social and a personal well being point of view. Then I made lunch for my wife. (Okay, so I poured some soup into a rubbermaid container and put it and some left-over broccolli into an insulated bag for her.) Then I got dressed. Then I walked down to the grocery store down the block to pick up my weekly produce box. Then I came home, put the produce in the fridge, and came to the computer... where I am now.
I guess, despite Phil's prognostication (does it make me an ass to use that word?) I didn't explain at all who I am and why I get up in the morning. As for the first of those... for the time being, and until I hear otherwise, I figure most people reading this already know who I am. As for the second part. The answer is simply... because life is better than anything else. So I get up. I go to a job I don't like that much, but that is better than a lot of other things I could be doing. And, besides, I have The Best Wife In The Whole World©. I'll try to update this every day.