Parkeryourefired

Life goals

I have decided that I am going to marry into a family the last name Fowler, take their name, and name my kid Bard Ash Moulder Fowler. I'd be such a proud dad.

You people don't deserve shit

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/business-30339438

So, unskilled labor should be worth the cost of… what? Engineers? I worked at power plants as an operator for $15 an hour and only 40 hours a week.

I graduated college with a degree in power plant engineering and almost 500 hours as an operator, and ended up working at a gas station in Illinois for $8 an hour (about six months). They almost didn’t hire me because they thought I’d demand too much pay, but I just really wanted a job.

Being in the middle of two jobs and/or an uncertain future can be crumby.

The point is, I happily took the job.

So, you fuckers who have done absolutely nothing but complain and expect everyone else to bend over backwards to accommodate your habits of spending outside your means can go friggin’ bury yourselves alive to make way for people who will actually appreciate getting what they do.

Have any of you whiney fuckers ever met those poor bastards that pick strawberries all summer or stand on street corners in Texas hoping to pick up work who may or may not get paid something?

I have no guilt assuming you pieces of shit have absolutely no concept of the struggle others have. The only difference is they are willing to work and do their jobs well to get the barely survivable amount they do; it is no stretch to say many of them are trying to provide for more than just themselves and one other (You single mothers who think the world owes you something because you got knocked up and gave up deserve nothing [aside from rape victims because that really is not your choice]). My guess is that most of you people bitching about wanting professional wages while being shitty people to others (the word service does not end at just getting people their food on a tray) are trying to afford that new iPhone/iPad or something stupid and useless for your car.

There are so many factors that go into cost of living, and I know some people have a very hard time trying to manage it all alone. Had it not been for the good fortune of having financially stable family in that part who let me stay until I got that job at the gas station (before, luckily, getting a better job), I’d have been very hard-pressed. The difference between myself and you pieces of shit demanding pay many starting engineers get is that we take the time to budget ourselves. We go through absolute hell to keep our jobs (which, by the way, require a hell of a lot more skill, intelligence, and dedication). Sometimes, it does not pay off. Sometimes, the management are more of assholes than you people demanding $15 an hour. Sometimes, there really is no way to get help; however, that is, beyond a doubt, nearly impossible in this country.

If you have a minimum-wage job and cannot afford basic necessities (shelter, food, clothes), and you have cut everything unnecessary, apply for welfare. If you are on WIC, EBT (electronic version of food stamps), welfare, etc., with a minimum-wage job and still cannot afford to live by absolute necessities, you are a piece of shit and need to learn to live within your means. You are getting help from your own government, using money gleaned from the incomes of millions of other families (some who may be as well off, if not worse than yours), and squandering it away on things you either do not need or should not procure through your current methods.

I know some of people would complain they’ve tried everything. But, then, there are the people who have actually tried everything and didn’t just sit around whining and waiting for someone else to give them money to buy their iPhones, American Eagle, or stupid, fucking rims. Those people have my sympathy because they’re doing absolutely everything they can, and they actually have to recognize and appreciate the smallest things in life to be happy.

I had to basically beg for more hours at the gas station. Since I was new, they didn’t like giving me more than about 25 a week, and my financial duties were far more than most of these whiney fucks could ever imagine. My coworkers who didn’t feel like working gave me theirs. I came in when they called. I changed my phone plan, I sold my motorcycle (because I couldn’t even afford that, a cheap Yamaha cruiser), I got rid of my internet and TV, I ate nothing but spaghetti noodles and/or rice for a seemingly long time. But, I still paid my student loan and bills on time.

You fucking pieces of shit who think you’re special because you’ve done absolutely nothing worthwhile with your lives and demanded a respect you’ve never afforded to anyone else need to die to make room for people who will use those jobs to the fullest.

I’ve seen both sides of the coin. I’ve been well-off and sank to a mere few family members. I recovered without drowning too much. A little brain damage and emotional scarring, but I made it back (sort of).

Those shits who think they can live on easy street by dropping school and working at McDonalds while waiting for your get-rich-quick scheme to fruit and expect $15 an hour in the meantime just need to exterminate yourselves. So many people are worse off than you. So many people are more worthwhile than you. Take everything you possibly can from everyone else and give absolutely nothing back. They think their job at a cash register or fryer is too intensive and horrible? The technology we have can replace those pieces of shit with a vending machine. Why do we need - no - why do even WANT those people? Why? What the fuck is the difference between a vending machine and yourselves? They are a person. That’s the difference. They are no more than a flesh and blood representation of what a computer can do faster, cheaper, and more accurately. They are worth fuck all in the long run because I’m sure McDonalds will eventually replace them. In seconds, I was able to devise a system capable of doing my job as a gas station attendant, and I wasn’t the only one who did that; a coworker who was a college math major dropout (partied too much but still smarter than me book-wise) saw the same thing I did. What makes those people at McDonalds special? Nothing makes them special. Nothing about them makes them any better or worse or more equal than anyone else working an unskilled labor job. You all understand what that means, right? Unskilled labor means anyone at anytime could replace them because they are worth nothing. They are worth federally/state-mandated minimum wage, and that is all. If they aspire to be worthless and demand they deserve more, they are reducing our country’s value. They are as much of a leech as the parasites at the top. Both groups suck the life out of everyone else because they expect everything for nothing. Where’s the next place to make a quick buck in order to buy the next ridiculously overpriced clothing, the stupid electronics, and the entirely unnecessary indulgences? The best bet is to somehow sue a famous person by claiming they raped you 20+ years ago.

Until these people are of any value, they deserve nothing but ire for their greed. I’m surprised this pay situation hasn’t somehow turned into a race issue…

If I have a tombstone, I want this on it. Or pepperoni and cheese. What would you like on your tombstone?

... Never thought I’d be the one to help shatter someone’s illusion... Did I really help save her? She’s so tired. She’s so numb. She’s so confused. She knew something was wrong. That’s why after four years, she reached out to me. She spent the last year being worn down, and she knew it couldn’t be right. She reached out to me partially to fill a void her soon-to-be ex-husband didn’t. I knew that wasn’t healthy. We talked about anything and everything. We aren’t afraid to talk to each other now, because we’ve both grown. She told me what he was. I told her what he really was, and a part of her knew. It took her a few days, and some googling to finally see what I saw right away. It’s hurt her so much. She didn’t want to believe what I knew was abuse (both physically and mentally) was what had been happening to her. Article after article told her the same things, and they described everything he’d been doing. She’s so tired and numb now. No one could want this for someone they love. In the end, it’s her choices, her willingness to heal, and time that will see her rebuild. I’ll be beside her wherever she is. But, as much as I’ve hurt her for destroying what she thought was her dream, her illusion. I couldn’t stand aside and walk away quietly like I’ve done for so long. If you see abuse, know someone who is being abused, or if you are the one being abused, whether it’s courage or a spurt of madness, reach out to someone. There are so many advice lines. So many counselors. Hospitals. Even law enforcement. Don’t be the one to see or know and do nothing. If you are the one in it, breathe deep, know you are worth more than how you’re being treated, and find someone to talk to. Anyone can get you started to saving your life, even yourself. It’s less unknown to stay in the situation you are in, but it’s not safer.

All these posts about depression and breaking down crying seem so foreign to me. When I break down, I could be mistaken as a pre-Joker Joker. Is that abnormal even by depression standards? Maybe when squared, depression becomes insanity...

It's not often I find something this coincidental. Loved ancient and medieval history for as long as I can remember, and I've especially liked the stories demonstrating women played a role just as important as men (whether martial, statecraft, etc). So, seeing photo sets of women actively participating in historical (authentic or creative [creative to a point; fantasy LARP crosses the line in my opinion]) reenacting is something pretty awesome. May also not be a surprise Brave is one of my favorite Pixar movies. What made this particular set stand out to me among many others was it's the first one I've seen crediting Patrick Thaden, whom I had the pleasure of meeting many years ago shortly before he moved to a bigger shop. I've since lost track of my contacts in the smithing fields, so it's incredibly awesome to see he's still working.

OMG THE WHOLE SET HAS SET MY SOUL AFLAME

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David Jetre

Shroud - Art Direction 

Custom armor for David Jetre’s debut film, the western thriller Shroud.

The armor, sword and shield (not shown) were handmade out of aluminum in order to afford Nicole a full range of movement. 

Actor: Nicole Leigh

Armor by Patrick Thaden & Ugo Serrano. Sword engraving by Holsapples Engravers, Inc. Courtesty Gayla Partridge Photography

Another perfectly good place ruined by people

How in the hell did even half the morons in this part of the state even get their driver's license? Driving in Texas is better than driving in northwest Florida.

Is it guilt? What is it?

I have this weird, lingering... feeling...? Since we broke up about a year ago, we remained in contact, I have seen my ex gain at least thirty pounds. She was always insecure, depressed, anxious, etc. on top of being just downright lazy when it came to her physical well-being, and there was nothing I could say or do to get her to change that. She takes half a dozen medications to help her, and it seems to me they don't work. She refused to even eat better (A salad with ten ounces of ranch dressing is not healthy) when I gave up on offering to do walk-jog-run or something as simple as Wii-Fit. I didn't care she was overweight already or not as active as she should have been, I just wanted her to actually think for once instead of sitting on facebook all day eating junk food and looking (then, subsequently, complaining to me) at how all these "friends" kept getting married, engaged, blah, blah, blah. Eventually, the daily irony of being all these things on top of her going to nursing school was too much for me to bear. Few things make me angrier than people in health care, or trying to get into it, who can hardly make it up a flight of steps, much less have some semblance of mental/emotional stability. I don't care how smart a person is in a classroom (she is very book-smart, that much is true). If they think they are material for being in a position to possibly need to save people and have zero stability other than this illogical, masochistic idea that being in health care will mystically make themselves better (physically, mentally, emotionally), they're wrong. Thinking a job they will have huge responsibilities will magically make them take care of themselves, too, simply makes no sense at all when they have fits of depression or anxiety that keep them in bed all day. It makes me sad, too. It makes me sad because a part of me really, REALLY wanted to help her. I wanted to help her succeed, but she'd have nothing of it. A part of me also feels responsible for how she reacted to the breakup. Honestly, that's illogical, as well. Maybe even more so than her mindset. There was little worthwhile about that relationship, honestly. The relationship yielded little more than what a good friendship could have (sex has never been a strong selling point to me). Maybe if we'd been friends longer before dating, we could have circumvented the inevitable. She isn't a bad person, but she is too self-destructive for anyone less than psychiatrists to handle. Still... All-in-all, for whatever, ridiculous reason, I still feel bad... and I don't know why...

http://www.bbc.com/news/world-asia-35226276 I wish I was the most badass of burglars. If I could have anything in the world, it'd be this. Even if it was mine under very shady circumstances.