Sleeping Horse Pills: Found Objects

I'm always walking around with my head down.  It's a practice that lends itself to finding money or drugs that have carelessly been dropped by someone.  I developed this habit from years of trying to find money and drugs that I have carelessly dropped.  Years ago, on my way to a My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult show, I arrived in Denver only to realize that I had lost some party favors somewhere along the way.  I turned around and drove 30 miles back to Longmont and found my tiny stash of LSD in a huge Burger King parking lot strewn with greasy fast food wrappers and all the flotsam and jetsam a pit stop on the side of I-25 is wont to collect.  If anyone would have just casually been scanning the ground, their Double Whopper could have been a much more interesting experience.

It's pretty rare that I actually find anything as useful as cash or drugs but sometimes whatever catches my eye ends up being interesting.  As they say, "One man's trash is another man's treasure".  Please enjoy the first installment of Sleeping Horse Pills: Found Objects, in which I will share my collection of trash.

 

SHP:FO#1

I recently found this discarded/lost notepad at work.  I flipped through it, and most of it is simple, mundane tasks and notes related to the job.  But then I came across some writing that seemed out of place.  Some of the scribbling takes on the style of a journal entry and this catches my eye amidst the usual lists and reminders that typically define a work notepad.  There is some powerful venting and frustration that the anonymous Puncher of the Clock felt the need to record.  I have obscured the names to protect the disgruntled and to protect as well, the corporate machine this particular drone relies on for a life sustaining paycheck.

It looks as if this employee was gearing up for a meeting with the Management and was ready to get some shit off their chest about RED, whom they think just isn't quite pulling their weight.  Apparently, it's a response to an issue that has already been addressed.  The note to self even goes so far as to couch it in language that clarifies what they themselves are being accused of ("what you're saying is....").  I guess they thought they should get their thoughts down on paper so they knew exactly what they wanted to say in the upcoming meeting.  It is questionable that they would throw RED under the bus while using BLUE as a shining example of proficiency in the work environment.  I guess it just boils down to self preservation.  However, this dude should get a raise just for being prepared for such a meeting.  I wish I had the presence of mind to write that shit down.  Instead, I just walk around having that conversation in my head.  I stroll through the workplace very animated, talking to myself as I pantomime and fantasize about what the interaction might look like.  No wonder people stare at me.

This page of the notepad is a bummer.  And by bummer, I mean Totally Awesome!  As always, you can click the image to enlarge.  Kudos to this member of the American Workforce for being introspective and knowing what they do and do not want.  In a situation like this, do what old Rocky Dennis does.  First, failure is not an option.  Remember what Yoda says, "Do or do not.  There is no try".  And don't beat yourself up over some perceived failure, beat up your coworker or even your immediate supervisor.  It's amazing how much pressure of the job can be relieved by throwing a little boot stomping party for your least favorite supervisor.  Basically, do everything short of going in there with your guns a-blazin', so you can alleviate the need to associate being miserable with your workplace.  Seriously folks, what's the worse they can do, write you up for insubordination?  The Employer/Employee marriage is a fucking business relationship.  You are obligated to do your job and do it well, but you don't have to buy into their philosophical posturing or subscribe to their politics. Shit, here comes the boss!