Insert Pithy Title Combining Pitchfork and Thailand HERE…

Originally published at Kickin’ the new Kuh-nowledge. You can comment here or there.

A couple of things…

First, today is my birthday… and my present to myself is the Pitchfork Music Festival which happens this weekend.  Gus is coming down from Minneapolis.  We’re manly men, staying at a bed and breakfast.  That’s right.  If you don’t start something, there won’t be something.  Expect a report on this next week.

Second, notice that I didn’t mention awesome wife Liz in that first part.  Why?  Because she’s the luckiest wife EVAR.  She left for Thailand today.  She’ll be gone for a few weeks at some “training”…  but we all know that she’s really going there to have fun.

In other news…  commuting by bike in 90 degree weather, not as cool (no pun intended) as I thought it would be.  My friends…  baby wipes, what every adult man wants to rub all over his body when he gets to work in the morning.  Haven’t you heard?  It’s the new black.

In other, other news…  I think I pulled or strained a muscle in my arm.  Does anyone have any recommendations for what I can do for it?  Should I go to a doctor and get something?  Or should I pamper myself and get a massage (will that even help it)?

In even more news…  Work is trying to crush my soul.  Who knew having your soul crushed paid so well?

Finally, I have come to a decision.  I need to sell all the collectible crap that is clogging up my house and never sees the light of day.  I figure I can turn a few grand.   Who couldn’t use a few grand?  I know I could;  especially when we go visit my dad in Brazil.  Have you seen those plane tickets.  Outrageous!



The e-mail about a mandatory meeting was suspicious.  Anytime you have a surprise mandatory meeting, you know it’s not good.  Well, the accounting department has been “consolidated” which is company-speak for we’re moving all the jobs to a central location.  Which, of course, means that everyone you know is essentially being laid off.

Even though I work in IT, I’m actually part of the accounting department.  It’s just one of the weird things about my company.  Luckily, the IT focus of my job means that I stay while others had to pack up their belongings and leave.

Spent the day calling a lot of friends in other offices to see who was staying and who was gone.  Had a pretty rough conversation with one of my oldest pals in the company.  He was given a choice to stay or go.  He chose to leave because he was close to retirement anyway.  I’ll be drinking a beer for him and the rest of the folks I won’t be interacting with anymore.

Today I’m feeling equal parts relief, shock and sadness.  Wake me up when the walls stop spinning.



Originally published at Kickin’ the new Kuh-nowledge. You can comment here or there.

Received a letter from the powers that be at work.  They will be doing an audit of health insurance beneficiaries to verify that the people employees list as dependents are actually…  well… you know…  dependents.  It’s a way to save money, and I totally get that.

However, they’ve hired an outside auditing firm to do the checking for them.  Where it gets really interesting is the part where we receive a letter in the mail that basically says.  Send proof of your status or we will turn off your health insurance.  If you’re married, you need to send a copy of your marriage certificate.  If you have kids, you need to send copies of birth certificates.

It was at that point that I said…  Whu????  You want me to send a copy of my marriage cert to some unknown third party?  Wouldn’t it make better sense for me to bring in a copy of the cert… show it to my boss and sign an affidavit of some sort?  Why on earth would I send it to some company I have no prior relationship with (heck, I doubt I would even send it to companies that I “trust”).

The response from my HR department is that these things are public records and readily obtainable by anyone.  My response, is, of course, if they are readily obtainable by anyone then why are you asking me to send them to this third party?  Shouldn’t the third party be able to…  well…  you know… obtain them without me being involved.

The reason why this argument falls flat on its face is that even though these records are obtainable, they aren’t readily obtainable.  It costs money to have the state send you a copy of some public record.  That is the check that state agencies put on just anybody asking for these things.  The idea being that forcing people to pay for these things is enough of a deterrent on just anybody grabbing these things up.  It’s not perfect, but there you have it.

Let’s be clear…  it’s not like I have a choice in the matter.  It’s not like I’m going to fight it on principle while they pull the plug on my wife’s health insurance.  The funniest part of this whole thing for me was when they told me, “We’ve hired this third party for YOUR privacy.”  Say what?  Laughable, I know.

As I told my HR folks…  I’m sure we’ll all have a laugh when the cost of this auditing firm is added to the list of reasons our health insurance goes up next year.



So… it looks like I’m going to be a paid tutor. If all goes well, I should be able to make some extra money for the honeymoon… and for the eventual move next year.

This is, of course, above and beyond my day job so don’t expect me to be available very much.


New Boss…

So what does it mean when one of your co-workers is promoted to be your new boss, but no one bothers to tell you? Is it because I’m the only person that does what I do in the entire state of Florida? Maybe they see me as some sort of autonomous unit? I don’t know… perhaps the Shadow does. ;p