Rock vs. Sponge

Some of the greatest battles of all time come down to this: The combatants are extreme opposites. The Redskins are the working man's team while their foe the Cowboys are the flashy America's Team. God is all good while the devil is eternally evil. We think America is great while the rest of the world is horrible.

So it is that two great forces come to battle in the work place. When training people, you get one or the other. The sponge just sucks it all in, while his counterpart the rock has no absorption powers. Things just deflect off the rock, or slide down the rock, or get squashed by the rock. Some of these traits are great when you are trying to ignore the children or the cellphone talker in the checkout line at the grocery store. But when you are spending all day, every day training a shlub, you want a sponge not a rock.

Not everybody is a genius. I understand this. I am not a genius. But damn just retain one thing. Just one. And to top it off, this particular rock is an overacheiving rock. You know the one. He is not happy with his job. He is being underutilized. He doesn't want to be bored all day doing the same repetitive work. OK. OK. I get it. How about we start with you actually listening to what I say, reading what I have written and following friggin instructions for five minutes. I can't really recommend you to the boss as management material when you have trouble signing on the darn computer. And no matter what you say about all the systems and the stupid rules, IF YOU CAN'T REMEMBER YOUR DAMN PASSWORD, IT IS YOUR FAULT.

Just a little venting. In other news, I actually know how the Hawkman feels now. I have been blamed for illness at work. It doesn't matter that I was sick weeks ago and with a different illness. It must be SuperJiggy and his kids making every one sick.

Other than that, not much going on around here. I haven't broken any of my children's limbs lately. And much, much more importantly, it is March Madness time baby. The best time of the year.