This afternoon, as I was trying to clear my room a little more, I came across some correspondence from early 2003 that I really want to keep. It is a reminder as to part of the reason why Jamaica will not prosper, and it is a reminder as to why I have written off the existence of a particular individual.
The acting department head at the time, whom I shall call Mr. R. had circulated a copy of the minutes of the latest department meeting, which had been taken by another member of staff, whom I shall call Ms. W. Upon reading through the minutes, I replied to Mr. R. and Ms. W. with ten queries.Three or four of these queries were related to grammar, three were related to the contents of the minutes being at odds with my recollection, two or three were related to general paragraph structure and formatting, and one was related to the specific format of the minutes.
The reply from Ms. W. was as follows, verbatim but for the deletion of my name:
Mr. (my name):
I am not a professional Secretary, but rather an aspiring Engineer therefore it is no coincidence that my secretarial skills are not well developed. You on the other hand seem quite knowledgeable about this area so it might be a good idea for you to assume the duties of the Recording Secretary at subsequent meetings especially since your work load is not sufficient to keep you busy.
So here is this "aspiring Engineer" who has no interest in keeping the record straight, has no interest in proper presentation, and responds to valid, objective correction with insultive insinuations. The ethic of "anything worth doing is worth doing well" is lost on most of Jamaica, and very specifically so on Miss W.
For the record, I "seem quite knowledgeable about this area" because I had been the technical secretary on a committee whose minutes were part of a record reviewed by a government ministry, that had to give precise records, and that, quite often, did not have a recording secretary on hand. It was therefore often put unto me to write the minutes for those meetings in order to keep the record straight. and, as such, I gave it my all. I wonder what Miss W., the "aspiring Engineer" would have done in those circumstances?
With all respect I had for that individual completely evaporated, I replied as follows:
I take it, therefore, that you do not aspire to know English, as most of the suggestions have to do with the proper use of our official language. Good luck with your continued ignorance.
Ms. W. left the organization within a year, if I remember correctly. Good riddance. I hope she eventually finds herself unemployable and starves to death.
So I wandered back here for old time's sake, and looked at the first twenty journal entries on my "friends" page. By far the most of them are from roll_soul
and all but one of the rest are from alovelyhaunting
, both of whom have explicitly stated that they want nothing further to do with me. So it goes.
The one that was from neither of these was from rayof_sunshine
. She hasn't yet chased me away, but the acquaintance is dormant right now and it would probably be best if I have something of interest to say before I try to revive it.
However, just because someone finds me to be repugnant doesn't mean I can't steal a meme from him or (as in this instance) her, so here goes...
Stolen from roll_soul
1. Write down every letter of your name.
2. Then type a song that pops up in your mind in each letter of your name as the first letter.
3. Count the letters of your name, and tag people you know in that number.
S - Sunday Morning Coming Down - Kris Kristofferson
A - A Most Peculiar Man - Simon & Garfunkel
M - Memory - Barbra Streisand
B - Born on the Bayou - Creedence Clearwater Revival
L - Legalize It - Peter Tosh
O - Over There - George M. Cohan
B - Be - Neil Diamond( Lyrics to 'Be'Collapse )
Termites gone from the house; next is to replace the fascia and the ceiling bed. And to finish rearranging my room so that everything will fit in it again.
I woke up early this morning, ate breakfast, watched Hot Rod TV and Gearz on SPEED Channel, and then went back to bed.
I woke up again at about 8:50 am to find my radio's clock flashing at 08:22 am, indicating that power had gone. While I was setting the clock, the power went again. I called the power company and heard that there was scheduled maintenance going on and that power would be back at 5 pm. Oh, joy.
I did some shopping, ate some food, went for a drive to the airport, and had a nap. I woke up at about half past four and stayed in bed waiting for the power until about 5:45 pm when I called the power company again. I then heard that there were delays and the power would come back at 7 pm.
I called them again at 7:30 pm to hear that they were wrapping up and power would come back at 7:45 pm.
I called them again at 8:15 pm to hear that it would come back at 8:30 pm.
Amazingly enough, power came back at 8:30 pm... and went again at 9:00 pm.
Power came back again at about 9:45 pm, hopefully for good, although I cannot be certain.
Postscript: Power went again at about 10:10 pm, came back at about 10:20 pm
Jamaica Public Disservice Company Limited is a gigantic rass.
- Tags:clever, energetic, kamasura vrx-250, lazy, mail fraud, military officers, moped, motorcycle, stupid, swindle
- Music:It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding) - Bob Dylan
Back in the 70s when I was a child, JBC Television, at the time the only television station in Jamaica, used to put on programmes by a West German television production company called TransTel. I used to watch about all of them. Probably the most heavily watched of them was the football (i.e. soccer) programme Telematch, but the others included the science programme 01, the fashion programme Eva 2000, and... I don't remember the others... ^^;
Thursday: I paid for the van and got a cover note for it. I was told it needed ball joints.
Friday: I had the van's registration transferred to me and handed in the old title for transfer into my name.
Saturday: I took my mother up to visit her brother. The visit was appreciated by all. So was the van.
Sunday: Did nothing that involved the van.
Monday: I drove the van to work and took it to a valuator at lunch time to get a more formal assessment than the one I got on Thursday. After lunch, I called the Suzuki dealer and was told that he ball joints were part of the control arms. I drove to the dealer after work to buy the control arms. I came home in horrible traffic, stopping along the way to fill the tank, as I did not think I had enough petrol to get me home in that traffic. Less than a mile away from home, the car began behaving very strangely. First gear, which had been quite all right up until then, was suddenly very tall, and I could not move away from a standstill smoothly without a lot of clutch. By the time I got home, there was the strong smell of burning rubber.
I left home very early to get to the mechanic without much traffic, to avoid the trouble I had yesterday. First and second still felt suspiciously like third and fourth. the garage wasn't open yet, so I parked outside, locked the van up, and walked to work, slightly less than a mile away. I informed my colleagues that I might be late, did some work, and then walked back to the van, drove it into the garage, and left the instructions, including to check the transmission for problems.
Shortly after I got back to work (early) and was settling in, I got a call from the garage to say that I needed more parts. I walked back to the garage, took the van, drove to an ATM to pay on the credit card for the parts I bought yesterday, drove to the dealer to buy the other parts they needed, and drove back to the garage with the parts. During this drive, the transmission problem was still evident, and the burning rubber smell was evident when I got back to the garage. I walked back to work.
At 4:30 pm, when my work day ends, I called the garage and was told that the car would be ready in a half-hour. I called home to tell them I was going for the car and I walked to the garage, taking a detour to an ATM to pay off the parts I bought today in case the garage bill would have been close to my limit.
The bill from the garage was huge, but not as much as the combined cost of the parts I had bought at the dealer. However, when I left the garage, the transmission, which had been serviced but not repaired, was just as bad as before. By the time I got home, it took me an eternity to go up the short incline from the road to my gate. My sister came in behind me and saw the ordeal. I must have got the real first eventually, but it took a long, long time.
I am going to take the van to the dealer to have the gearbox fixed... at the end of the month. I have gone as far as my budget will allow. I will get the documents and the validation to the insurance broker and have them set up the policy, and then I will have the van parked for a month.
The browsers on my desktop stopped working last Friday, so I switched over to the laptop and gave out the desktop the next day.
The techs finished repairing the desktop yesterday.
When I set it up and started it... the browsers didn't work.