<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388131</id><updated>2011-08-31T07:27:48.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things To Do At Work When You Are Dead</title><subtitle type='html'>The Slacker Chronicles</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7388131/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joe Slacker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04002898738633437183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388131.post-109056623163745250</id><published>2004-07-23T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T00:10:10.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raises not keeping up with inflation - </title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://the.honoluluadvertiser.com/article/2004/Jun/24/bz/bz12a.html"&gt;Raises not keeping up with inflation &lt;/a&gt;this article uses a bunch of statistics to tell you what you already know. Your money just isn't going as far as it used to. Actually real wages adjusted for inflation has been in decline since 1973 while the average number of hours worked has been increasing. So we are working longer for less money. Coincidentally the decline in real wages and increase in hours tracks right along with the decline of union membership. I am always amazed that corporations and politicians can convince members of the working class that unions are bad for them. There is a union chemical plant in our town that starts its entry level operators at 32,000 dollars, ten grand more than our non- union plant. And benefits, we won't even go there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wall Street Journal was congratulating itself last week on what it thought was a brilliant piece of investigative journalism. Are you ready for this? High Gas Prices Hurt Low Wage Workers. Duh! Did you know that people making minimum wage can't&amp;nbsp; afford newer more fuel efficient cars? And get this; most low wage workers can't afford to live in the areas where they work and must often commute thirty or miles one-way to work. So two dollars a gallon for gas can really put the squeeze&amp;nbsp;on them. Hey welcome to my world. I make twelve dollars an hour, have a moderate efficient, semi new car (2001 Taurus SES, Avg. 25 MPG) and live 37 miles from work and gas prices are killing me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same edition of the WSJ had a half page ad offering to show investors how to make a killing off high fuel prices. I guess one man’s misery is another man’s profit &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how people making less do it. The fact that the minimum wage is $5.15 an hour is a crime. I'd like to see President Bush and his silver spoon buddies try and support a family on minimum wage. I have feeling the minimum wage would go up in quick order if they ever had to experience it from the little people’s point of view! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a note for business owners- if you are paying anyone $5.15 an hour there is one of two possibilities. One, you can't afford to pay more because your business model no longer works and you should find another line of work to invest in. Or, Two you are cheap bastard that doesn't appreciate the fact that people are giving you a large portion of their lives for your meager offerings. In which case may the fleas of a thousand camels infest your shorts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are fortunate enough never to have experienced life on the bottom end of the wage scale you should read &lt;a href="http://&lt;a%20href=/"&gt;Nickel and Dimed: On (Not) Getting By in America&lt;/a&gt; by Barbara Ehrenreich. She was a successful middle class journalist who left her comfortable life behind to spend a year as a low wage worker to see how the other half lives. I saw her speak on Campus once and she is an incredible woman. After reading her book you will never look at a hotel maid, or fast food worker the same. In fact you might actually look at them and realize what their life is like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm a Liberal and Damn Proud Of It! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7388131-109056623163745250?l=thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com/feeds/109056623163745250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7388131&amp;postID=109056623163745250' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7388131/posts/default/109056623163745250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7388131/posts/default/109056623163745250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com/2004/07/raises-not-keeping-up-with-inflation.html' title='Raises not keeping up with inflation - '/><author><name>Joe Slacker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04002898738633437183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388131.post-109056317892047679</id><published>2004-07-22T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T23:12:58.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Blows</title><content type='html'>This has been a disappointing week for me. My boss was out the first part of the week and I had been looking forward to some quality slacking time. Unfortunately we were swamped and I actually had to work all day. I hate it when that happens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I was sure the company would tank before Labor Day we have had an influx of orders that will prolong the inevitable. I was looking forward to being laid off by summer’s end. I figured with severance pay and unemployment I could slack for several months. Oh Well, maybe by Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7388131-109056317892047679?l=thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com/feeds/109056317892047679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7388131&amp;postID=109056317892047679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7388131/posts/default/109056317892047679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7388131/posts/default/109056317892047679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com/2004/07/work-blows.html' title='Work Blows'/><author><name>Joe Slacker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04002898738633437183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388131.post-109021258099691611</id><published>2004-07-18T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T21:49:40.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Martha Stewart</title><content type='html'>I've tried not to pay much attention to the whole Martha Stewart story.  I figure she obviously did it, the amount she made compared to what she is worth was nil, making it a very stupid thing to do. No one's pension plan was gutted, no one died, and in the scheme of things I have more important things to do than follow celebrity news.  Besides all the folks from Enron and WorldCom are still running around free. Now those guys hurt a lot people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What little sympathy I might have had for Martha evaporated at her sentencing hearing.  Sorry if the "I'm too important too my company to go to jail" defense doesn't win her a lot of support from a mere working cog like me.  Let one of Martha's "little people" try that defense and see how fast the judge laughs them out of the courtroom and into the slammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really ticked me at Ms.Stewart was when she had the audacity to compare herself to Nelson Mandella.  Ok, lets see a man imprisoned for 23 years by a brutal racist regime, a respected world leader, and inspiration for millions of oppressed people around the world.  Or, a domestic diva who makes her fortune selling sheets and pillowcases at a store she wouldn't caught dead in, having to spend five months in a country club prison teaching crafts to other inmates. Umm, yeah I see the resemblance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to Martha. GET OVER YOURSELF!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7388131-109021258099691611?l=thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com/feeds/109021258099691611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7388131&amp;postID=109021258099691611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7388131/posts/default/109021258099691611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7388131/posts/default/109021258099691611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com/2004/07/martha-stewart.html' title='Martha Stewart'/><author><name>Joe Slacker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04002898738633437183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388131.post-108978711362948563</id><published>2004-07-13T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T23:38:33.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Pizza For Me</title><content type='html'>Every quarter that we are accident free the company has a pizza party as a reward. Since we are in the middle of pretty severe fiscal crisis, as in nearly out of cash, this quarter’s pizza feed was cancelled. Hey fair enough, when times are tight the extras like that have to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then we find out that the company is having all the windows tinted in the executive building at a cost of just under $2000. Evidently it is too much to expect these high priced suits to get up off their ass and lower the blinds when it is too bright. Besides that would spoil their view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add to that the storage room they converted into a conference room for a mere $7000. That gives us four conference rooms when two are the most that are in use at any one time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I could give a crap about the pizza. But we have had a wage freeze for over two years and these bozos are wasting money on this kind of garbage. And all those conferences they go too, it wouldn’t be right for an executive to be sitting in coach with the common working man now would it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m one of the few people who have gotten a raise in the past two years. I started making a lot of noise about organizing a union and I think they got scared I might actually do it, I’m kinda known as something of a radical in the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately told all my co-workers how much of a raise I got which really pissed of the plant manager. They want you to keep that kind of information to yourself. Who benefits from that policy? Certainly not the lowly working stiffs. That is part of the corporate strategy, divide and conquer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7388131-108978711362948563?l=thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com/feeds/108978711362948563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7388131&amp;postID=108978711362948563' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7388131/posts/default/108978711362948563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7388131/posts/default/108978711362948563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com/2004/07/no-pizza-for-me.html' title='No Pizza For Me'/><author><name>Joe Slacker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04002898738633437183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388131.post-108970000993260197</id><published>2004-07-12T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T23:26:49.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Price Loyalty</title><content type='html'>In the Sunday paper I saw a little blurb where an employer had written in to the experts to ask if he could terminate an employee as soon as the employee gave a 2-week notice. The legal guru said that was perfectly acceptable in our state since we are a “right to work” state, what ever the hell that means.  What is the point of being courteous and giving 2 weeks notice?  I’ve always said that if offered a better job I’d walk off the job with no notice.  After all how much notice do corporations give you when they lay you off? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had layoffs here last year. I unfortunately was not one of the lucky souls to get severance pay and a year of unemployment.  One of the guys laid off had been here longer than anyone else including the CEO. And he actually loved coming to work.  He had one year left till retirement. What did his twenty years of loyalty get him?  Well,  he came to work one morning and they told him he no longer worked here and he had thirty minutes to get his stuff off the premises and wasn’t to come back, even for a visit unless he had a company escort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sad to see this sixty -one year old man crying and trying to figure out why a company he had been devoted to for so long could just discard him like a piece of trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That my friends is the day Joe Slacker was born. I realized I needed to look out for myself first even if it meant doing it on company time. Any corporation that shows more loyalty to its shareholders than its employees should expect no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7388131-108970000993260197?l=thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com/feeds/108970000993260197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7388131&amp;postID=108970000993260197' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7388131/posts/default/108970000993260197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7388131/posts/default/108970000993260197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com/2004/07/what-price-loyalty.html' title='What Price Loyalty'/><author><name>Joe Slacker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04002898738633437183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388131.post-108918375854303657</id><published>2004-07-06T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T00:02:38.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack Asses with Cell Phones</title><content type='html'>I'm in our way to tiny break room trying to enjoy my 15 minutes of company authorized slacking when a fellow worker pulls out his cellphone. What is it about cellphones that makes people think it is acceptable to have private conversations in public? And why do these same idiots think they have to talk twice as loud on a cellphone as they do in normal conversation? Ugh! I am so sick of rude, inconsiderate morons and their cells. I can't even count the number of people I see everyday driving and talking and paying absolutely no attention to the road in front of them. I've had a few close calls with drivers yakking away on the damn cellphone. Have you ever been in the grocery store and seen someone describing everyone single item to someone on the phone before the purchased it? I've often fantasized about a building a &lt;a href="http://www.detectnu.nl/shop/product_info.php/cPath/60_84/products_id/886?osCsid=c107280b20573328e9a47cf2162988c2"&gt;cell phone blocker&lt;/a&gt;. Turns out they actually sell them. Although I don't want one of these little ones that only block for fifty feet. I need a thousand watt jammer in my car so I can make the whole county a cell free zone.  I realize there are legitimate uses for the damn things but do we really need fifteen hundred minutes a month? That's like 25 hours. Maybe I can get my congressman to pass a law restricting people to say 30 minutes a month. Maybe then they would think about if they really needed to make a call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7388131-108918375854303657?l=thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com/feeds/108918375854303657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7388131&amp;postID=108918375854303657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7388131/posts/default/108918375854303657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7388131/posts/default/108918375854303657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com/2004/07/jack-asses-with-cell-phones.html' title='Jack Asses with Cell Phones'/><author><name>Joe Slacker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04002898738633437183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388131.post-108913007007017477</id><published>2004-07-06T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T09:07:50.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>question of the day</title><content type='html'>So my question is, after a 4 day weekend can you really be expected to do much on the first day back to work? I just got back from a four day hiking trip on the &lt;a href="http://www.southernoregon.com/river/"&gt;Rogue River &lt;/a&gt;in Oregon last night. I'm totally beat today. I've spent the morning BSing with co-workers and accomplishing almost nothing. All without the slightest amount of guilt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7388131-108913007007017477?l=thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com/feeds/108913007007017477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7388131&amp;postID=108913007007017477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7388131/posts/default/108913007007017477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7388131/posts/default/108913007007017477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com/2004/07/question-of-day.html' title='question of the day'/><author><name>Joe Slacker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04002898738633437183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388131.post-108877193542381927</id><published>2004-07-02T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T05:38:55.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Time Slacking</title><content type='html'>I'm slacking out early this week. I'm heading out on a four day camping and goldpanning expedition. Hope you all have an enjoyable and safe July 4th. See you tuesday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7388131-108877193542381927?l=thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com/feeds/108877193542381927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7388131&amp;postID=108877193542381927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7388131/posts/default/108877193542381927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7388131/posts/default/108877193542381927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com/2004/07/big-time-slacking.html' title='Big Time Slacking'/><author><name>Joe Slacker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04002898738633437183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388131.post-108853626296198227</id><published>2004-06-29T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T12:11:02.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'> American Nomads: </title><content type='html'>Just started reading this great book today,&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0802117635/nofearnews-20"&gt;"&gt;American Nomads: Travels With Lost Conquistadors, Mountain Men, Cowboys, Indians, Hoboes, Truckers, and Bullriders,&lt;/a&gt; By Richard Grant.  He has been bumming around the western United States for the past fifteen years and this is a chronicle of his adventures and the characters he encounters. I've been hiding in the back of the warehouse reading this morning. After three chapters I'm ready to chuck the dead end job and hit the open road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7388131-108853626296198227?l=thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com/feeds/108853626296198227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7388131&amp;postID=108853626296198227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7388131/posts/default/108853626296198227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7388131/posts/default/108853626296198227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com/2004/06/american-nomads.html' title=' American Nomads: '/><author><name>Joe Slacker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04002898738633437183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388131.post-108843800739871822</id><published>2004-06-28T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T08:53:27.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Way News</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Zombies&lt;/strong&gt;, that is what I saw on my way to work this morning. The drivers of all the cars I passed had this vacant stare on their faces. Combat veterans call it the thousand yard stare. I wasn't surprised to see the same look on my face in the mirror. A look of resignation that the weekend is over and I have five mind numbing days to endure till the next one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there must be some out there but I didn't see a single person who looked like they were happy and excited to be on there way to work. My thoughts were mostly how I'm nearly 40 years old and wondering how long before I can escape this pit of a job and do something I actually enjoy doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the US Silly Court, oops! I mean Supreme Court &lt;a href="http://apnews.myway.com/article/20040628/D83G2UC81.html"&gt;has ruled King George&lt;/a&gt; can hold American citizens without trial or charges I hope Homeland Security doesn't find this blog too subversive.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7388131-108843800739871822?l=thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com/feeds/108843800739871822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7388131&amp;postID=108843800739871822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7388131/posts/default/108843800739871822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7388131/posts/default/108843800739871822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-way-news.html' title='My Way News'/><author><name>Joe Slacker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04002898738633437183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388131.post-108820210553030921</id><published>2004-06-25T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T15:21:45.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Friday</title><content type='html'>Thank God Friday is finally here. How did we ever get rooked into working five days to get two off?  My boss bailed at noon today so I had several hours of blissful slacking. I printed off several articles and took them out to the warehouse to read.  &lt;strong&gt;SlACKER TIP&lt;/strong&gt; Carry a clip board with a folder and notepad on it. When people see you walking around with a clipboard they assume you are doing something work related.  On my notepad I write work stuff in the front and flip it over and write from the back for personal stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sneaking out early so you all have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7388131-108820210553030921?l=thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com/feeds/108820210553030921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7388131&amp;postID=108820210553030921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7388131/posts/default/108820210553030921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7388131/posts/default/108820210553030921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com/2004/06/sweet-friday.html' title='Sweet Friday'/><author><name>Joe Slacker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04002898738633437183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388131.post-108810783176477386</id><published>2004-06-24T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T13:16:16.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Script</title><content type='html'>My slacking project today is starting my movie script. I'm using Viki King's  &lt;A HREF="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0062730665/nofearnews-20"&gt;How To Write A Movie In 21 Days&lt;/A&gt; as a guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt I'll finish in the next 21 days since it is primarily a at work project. She starts out by having you write what happens on pages 1, 3, 10, 45, 60, 75,90 and 120. This gives kind of a backbone to the story structure.  So far today I've been able to work out pages 1,3,10,and 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case anyone is interested my movie is based on an incident in 1958 when the &lt;a href="http://nuclear bomb http://www.commondreams.org/views01/0803-08.htm"&gt;US Air Force lost a nuclear bomb &lt;/a&gt;and never found it. Fast forward to 2004 when bad guys show up to recover the nuke. What is scary is that in researching this story I found out that we have lost 11 nuclear weapons since the 1940's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7388131-108810783176477386?l=thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com/feeds/108810783176477386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7388131&amp;postID=108810783176477386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7388131/posts/default/108810783176477386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7388131/posts/default/108810783176477386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com/2004/06/movie-script.html' title='Movie Script'/><author><name>Joe Slacker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04002898738633437183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388131.post-108810715265760960</id><published>2004-06-24T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T12:59:12.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate This Freaking Job</title><content type='html'>My slacking time is being seriously messed with today. We are having our usual end of the quarter madness.  Ten days before the end of every quarter they go nuts trying to squeeze out extra orders to boost the bottom line. If they were that energetic during the rest of the quarter we might not be on the edge of bankruptcy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7388131-108810715265760960?l=thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com/feeds/108810715265760960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7388131&amp;postID=108810715265760960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7388131/posts/default/108810715265760960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7388131/posts/default/108810715265760960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-hate-this-freaking-job.html' title='I Hate This Freaking Job'/><author><name>Joe Slacker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04002898738633437183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388131.post-108800361533199813</id><published>2004-06-23T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T08:13:35.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Manuscript</title><content type='html'>Boss lady gone this morning so I can blog away uninterrupted for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Last night I found a manuscript my grandfather had written in the late 1950's. It is a western that isn't too bad. My mom tells me he spent quite a bit of time on it. It was written on a manual typewriter, a feat in itself.  About the time he finished events in his life forced him to give up his business and take a job in a plywood mill. He would work there for 35 years and in the end all he had to show for it was a cheap gold watch and four missing fingers. Although he was locally famous for his many political rants in the letters to the editor section of the local newspaper his dream of writing would lay buried in the bottom drawer of a dresser,along with his only book until his death a few years ago. I'm going to put his book on disk and have it vanity published this year.  It will only be a few books for family members but at least his dream of  being a published author will be fulfilled. I think the lesson here is don't bury your dreams to spend your life at a spirit killing job that will leave you nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7388131-108800361533199813?l=thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com/feeds/108800361533199813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7388131&amp;postID=108800361533199813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7388131/posts/default/108800361533199813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7388131/posts/default/108800361533199813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com/2004/06/lost-manuscript.html' title='Lost Manuscript'/><author><name>Joe Slacker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04002898738633437183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388131.post-108794315626209776</id><published>2004-06-22T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T15:25:56.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten things to do in McDonalds when it's dead</title><content type='html'>I love this site. Any one working in fast food should read this.&lt;a href="http://www.mwr.org.uk/dead.htm"&gt;Ten things to do in McDonalds when it's dead&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7388131-108794315626209776?l=thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com/feeds/108794315626209776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7388131&amp;postID=108794315626209776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7388131/posts/default/108794315626209776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7388131/posts/default/108794315626209776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com/2004/06/ten-things-to-do-in-mcdonalds-when-its.html' title='Ten things to do in McDonalds when it&apos;s dead'/><author><name>Joe Slacker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04002898738633437183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388131.post-108793235425467054</id><published>2004-06-22T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T12:25:54.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It quitting Time Yet?</title><content type='html'>I'm SO tired today. Stayed up till 1230am working on web pages and had to get up at 5am. I had to go out to the warehouse to do a little inventory work, which in layman turns me slipping in a 10 minute nap behind pallets of product.  Unfortunately there seems to be quite a bit of work that I am going to have to do this afternoon. I had hoped to start outlining my screenplay today. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7388131-108793235425467054?l=thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com/feeds/108793235425467054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7388131&amp;postID=108793235425467054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7388131/posts/default/108793235425467054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7388131/posts/default/108793235425467054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com/2004/06/is-it-quitting-time-yet.html' title='Is It quitting Time Yet?'/><author><name>Joe Slacker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04002898738633437183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388131.post-108788388611514741</id><published>2004-06-21T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T23:59:32.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things To Do At Work When You Are Dead</title><content type='html'>   &lt;strong&gt;How many people actually like their job? &lt;/strong&gt;No one I know. Ask anyone what they would rather be doing and 99% of them will tell you something other than what they are employed at.  We all have dreams and aspirations of what what our ideal life would be like. Unfortunately we are trapped in soul sucking jobs that devour our time and energy.  Years slip by while we plan our escape. If you aren't careful you end up retiring before that day comes. You will end up looking back and realize you spent forty years doing a job you hated. &lt;br /&gt;  Since my energy level is highest during the day when I'm at work I've decided that I am wasting far too much time on actually doing my job.  What I need to be doing is using my peak energy time to follow my dreams.  So there you have it. That is what this blog will be about,  a daily chronicle of me pursuing my dreams and interests on the corporate dime and offering the occasional slacker tip for other corporate cogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7388131-108788388611514741?l=thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com/feeds/108788388611514741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7388131&amp;postID=108788388611514741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7388131/posts/default/108788388611514741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7388131/posts/default/108788388611514741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingstodoatworkwhenyouaredead.blogspot.com/2004/06/things-to-do-at-work-when-you-are-dead_21.html' title='Things To Do At Work When You Are Dead'/><author><name>Joe Slacker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04002898738633437183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
