A young Lady got out of nursing school and got herself a job at the psychiatric hospital in Ponoca. Now she was a caring person which is one of the reasons that she had chosen a career in nursing. Her first couple of days they took the time to show her around, and teach her the operating procedures. One such procedure was how to properly strap a patient to the bed.
Obviously being a caring person, this bothered her a bit. When she questioned the humaneness of this she was told that it was only used as a last resort.
"You see we prefer to use chemical restraints (i.e. drugs) whenever possible, shackling a patient to the bed is only used on patients that cant be controlled chemically"
Now the young lady was raised to be a farley obedient (if not submissive) person and went about her duties like a good girl even though there was a little nagging voice in her head repeating "somethings wrong with this". After all she was just a young girl newly out of school, what did she know about the world? How could all of these "respected" doctors be wrong?
So she went about her days administering drugs and only very rarely assisting in shackling a patient down.
One morning after the patients had been let out of there rooms, drugged, fed and led in to the common room one woman who was laying on a sofa, lifted up her dress and started to masturbate.
Now the young lady had been raised in a prudish religion, and seeing such a public "naughtiness" was more than a little shaken.
The little nagging voice in her head turned up the volume. "Why would she do that in public?" the young lady asked her self. The large key ring hanging around her waist suddenly gained weight to answer the young ladies inquiry; 'of course she dose it in public she is locked out off her room or any other privet place.'
The woman on the sofa was of course shackled to a bed and administered more chemical restraints.
NOW it has been said that this lady had been raised prudish and obedient, as well as she was young and caring, But that is not to imply that she was stupid. For she was any thing but stupid.
The nagging voice in her head had now become an audible ringing in her ears. She was realizing that the biggest difference between the staff and inmates was the possession of the keys.
-->Cognitive dissonance is a psychological phenomenon which refers to the discomfort felt at a discrepancy between what you already know or believe, and new information or interpretation
Whose sane...
The young lady quit her job.
"Why say Now so much Scotty?"span>
"What dose this have to do with a blog about what you think anyway Scotty?"
Now was used for literary effect.
Chemical restraint!!!
As I sit at my computer sipping my rum and cola (I no longer by brand name pop) thinking about the systems that control our lives. Thinking about how the world has become a capitalist despotism. Wondering how we allowed the belief that one person can control others to be accepted as fact. How damn it is it that we all believe we are powerless to govern are own affaires as we see fit.
The true story above keeps seeping in to my mind.
shackles for those they cant chemically restrain.
TV numbs the mind and tells us lies about how everyone else lives. IÂ’m not like those I see on TV so I must be different, not normal. Makes me feel insecure. I need booze to loosen up and have fun with others.
I medicate my self.
Cognitive dissonance --
But I'm not a sheep I think free I'm the leading edge of the Revolution-- I do nothing but bitch about a corrupt system under my 10 ft. ceilings and track lighting, Serving drinks to my pot head friends who say they cant stay late because they have to be at work in the morning.
My mind is disconnected from my personality now. I feel like I'm a funny person, must be some one is laughing at my quips.
medicated and separated my mind is hearing sentences from the would be revolutionaries.
-the price of gas-
-my boss is an ass-
-why don't my taxes feed the poor-
-were outa pop, who's going to the store-
-while your there ,pick up some croutons-
these are the sounds of a dead revolution
I see now that in order to open the minds of people I must MASTERBATE in public. And risk being shackled. After all I still have keys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
update (kinda)
So ok to make a long story short(er) I live in a kick ass apt now with Tony and Col, I got layed off so if you know of any good jobs please tell me. Whoever the asshole that posted a comment to my last post about some stupid Stock should go to hell. I like comments being posted but come on how bout comments to me about the blog. It’s not a free spamming zone asshole.
Sunday, August 07, 2005
Arrggg age
So it’s been a long time since I’ve informed every one about my life so here it goes,
All About ME Volume #3
Let’s see, last time I just got a job at united furniture (beep beep), at which time I had the pleasure of buying my own tee shirts. At $20 a pop I have three very nice worn once shirts. But soon after they arrived I had a very nice job offer. So off to Windsor Plywood I went. I sell wood ;) what the hell do I know about wood! Arrgg. It was crazy people would ask me all sorts of questions that I didn’t have A freekin Clue about. But ME smrt I mean smArt, so I figured it out and in less than 3 months I gost a big fat raise. “Scott you’ve been doing a great job” (YAY ME) “and I would like a real sales person at my New store” (This conversation went on for about an hour. So to save you all from my Gloating lets just say it was one huge ray of sunshine shot up my ass.)
The new store was struggling a lot. Selling around 2 grand a day. My new manager had stated that we had to do a minimum of $5000 /day Just to stay a float. My second day I sold 3000 and we broke the 5 g mark for the first time. ( Yay Me)
Life waz pretty, I liked my coworkers, my job, my new Girlfriend, my new computer every thing!
Girlfriend had a problem with her Psycho ex. He had moved in to her building, and was making life Shitty for her, Calling, braking in to her Jeep, ECT.
So she moves half of her stuff in to her cousin’s house and the other half in to my already too freakin small bachelor’s apartment. O well.
She’s a trucker and except for having to dig my self a tunnel to the door each morning I barely noticed.
Ok so this is a sideline but it will make sense in a bit
Every one remember last year when my car got stolen? (Wee funny >L And when the cops phoned me 2 days later and asked “Are there any distinguishing marks on your car? Cause there’s so many Red Cavaliers on the road well never be able to find it.”
Everyone in Saskatoon remembers because of the loud cuss words echoing through the city after I hung up the phone. I hate Saskatoon RCMP.
Back to LIFE WAZ PRETTY
So I goes to a coworkers house one Friday night, to do laundry and have a copula drinks. His washing machine was broken so we decided on a copula drinks, but I had to work in the morning. (Please weight till this is over before you judge me. And then JUDGE away.)
And not felling drunk I drive home.
About 2 blocks from Ryan’s house (Ryan’s the co-worker) I notice a cop in my rear view mirror.
Speeds Ok, Check
Seatbelt, Check
No worries, Check
Still 5 Miles from my apartment.
Now 3 Miles.
Still Cop is following.
No Worries?, um Check.?
Am I missing a tail light?
2 Miles.
2 blocks, What…. The..
I pulling to my parkade, And I see cherries flashing in my rear-view mirror.
Shoulder check,
There’s 5 police cars 2 officers each. Yelling. One is reaching for his GUN.
So I do all that I thought I could do, Continue Parking.
“Get out of the Car!”
I do.
Um “I under stand that my plates are Expired.”
“That’s a stolen car!”
Well you know me, …
I don’t do well with false information.
So I start to,,, Well you know, sound like Me,
“That is the farthest thing from a stolen car in the world. Its My car in My Parking spot AND I’m In it!” To another officer “Will you get The Hell out of there and Lock The god damn Door”
I’m hauled down to the Station. Of course I am.
The Saskatoon RCMP didn’t register my car as unstolen.
I told you the side line would make sense. Oh yee of little Faith.
I’m given A breathalyser. I blew (And this is a piss off) a point zero Nine.
I’m in a holding cell most of the night. My Girlfriend picks me up at 6:00 AM. I get a ride home. I can’t stay awake and I Know I’ll sleep through the alarm. Col has to work at 7:00. (Col’s the Girlfriend.) And bless her hart; She’s willing to explain to my new manager why I won’t be in tomorrow.
My new manager is going to understand, it wasn’t my fault that Saskatoon RCMP forgot or that the Edmonton police don’t have a sense of humour any more, After all I’m his top Salesman, and I work Great, … … Right?
NO
No he won’t.
So he gave me a load of crap. And pretty at work was over.
But I’m not the kinda guy that gives up just cause things aint pretty.
This isn’t all about my manager its all about me. #3
I am given a three month Administrative licence suspension. Which my lawyer says that it’s impossible to fight. And I go get a lawyer.
$1500, just for the retainer. Another $3500 if I decide to fight the charge. (Duh why else would I get a lawyer?).
Who knows what will happen? As of this writing, I still have 10 days left on my suspension and I don’t go to court till October.
In the Meantime I'm late for work 4 times because of various bus f^ck ups.
Other news...
My brother has finally decided that trucking is going to kill him, and starts sounding like some “crazed anti-capitalistic hippy”. I’m so happy. At least my ramblings haven’t been totally wasted.
I’m MSNing one night and a friend (Tony) tells me that he has to move to town, “Living in Stony Plain is killing him”. So of course I type back “OK J we can find a pace together. After all, Col has changed jobs and we were in my hole of an apt. all the time together. I need more Space.
Hilarrity ensues as I look at every apartment in the downtown core of Edmonton ... i ran out of time to finish so ill post later
All About ME Volume #3
Let’s see, last time I just got a job at united furniture (beep beep), at which time I had the pleasure of buying my own tee shirts. At $20 a pop I have three very nice worn once shirts. But soon after they arrived I had a very nice job offer. So off to Windsor Plywood I went. I sell wood ;) what the hell do I know about wood! Arrgg. It was crazy people would ask me all sorts of questions that I didn’t have A freekin Clue about. But ME smrt I mean smArt, so I figured it out and in less than 3 months I gost a big fat raise. “Scott you’ve been doing a great job” (YAY ME) “and I would like a real sales person at my New store” (This conversation went on for about an hour. So to save you all from my Gloating lets just say it was one huge ray of sunshine shot up my ass.)
The new store was struggling a lot. Selling around 2 grand a day. My new manager had stated that we had to do a minimum of $5000 /day Just to stay a float. My second day I sold 3000 and we broke the 5 g mark for the first time. ( Yay Me)
Life waz pretty, I liked my coworkers, my job, my new Girlfriend, my new computer every thing!
Girlfriend had a problem with her Psycho ex. He had moved in to her building, and was making life Shitty for her, Calling, braking in to her Jeep, ECT.
So she moves half of her stuff in to her cousin’s house and the other half in to my already too freakin small bachelor’s apartment. O well.
She’s a trucker and except for having to dig my self a tunnel to the door each morning I barely noticed.
Ok so this is a sideline but it will make sense in a bit
Every one remember last year when my car got stolen? (Wee funny >L And when the cops phoned me 2 days later and asked “Are there any distinguishing marks on your car? Cause there’s so many Red Cavaliers on the road well never be able to find it.”
Everyone in Saskatoon remembers because of the loud cuss words echoing through the city after I hung up the phone. I hate Saskatoon RCMP.
Back to LIFE WAZ PRETTY
So I goes to a coworkers house one Friday night, to do laundry and have a copula drinks. His washing machine was broken so we decided on a copula drinks, but I had to work in the morning. (Please weight till this is over before you judge me. And then JUDGE away.)
And not felling drunk I drive home.
About 2 blocks from Ryan’s house (Ryan’s the co-worker) I notice a cop in my rear view mirror.
Speeds Ok, Check
Seatbelt, Check
No worries, Check
Still 5 Miles from my apartment.
Now 3 Miles.
Still Cop is following.
No Worries?, um Check.?
Am I missing a tail light?
2 Miles.
2 blocks, What…. The..
I pulling to my parkade, And I see cherries flashing in my rear-view mirror.
Shoulder check,
There’s 5 police cars 2 officers each. Yelling. One is reaching for his GUN.
So I do all that I thought I could do, Continue Parking.
“Get out of the Car!”
I do.
Um “I under stand that my plates are Expired.”
“That’s a stolen car!”
Well you know me, …
I don’t do well with false information.
So I start to,,, Well you know, sound like Me,
“That is the farthest thing from a stolen car in the world. Its My car in My Parking spot AND I’m In it!” To another officer “Will you get The Hell out of there and Lock The god damn Door”
I’m hauled down to the Station. Of course I am.
The Saskatoon RCMP didn’t register my car as unstolen.
I told you the side line would make sense. Oh yee of little Faith.
I’m given A breathalyser. I blew (And this is a piss off) a point zero Nine.
I’m in a holding cell most of the night. My Girlfriend picks me up at 6:00 AM. I get a ride home. I can’t stay awake and I Know I’ll sleep through the alarm. Col has to work at 7:00. (Col’s the Girlfriend.) And bless her hart; She’s willing to explain to my new manager why I won’t be in tomorrow.
My new manager is going to understand, it wasn’t my fault that Saskatoon RCMP forgot or that the Edmonton police don’t have a sense of humour any more, After all I’m his top Salesman, and I work Great, … … Right?
NO
No he won’t.
So he gave me a load of crap. And pretty at work was over.
But I’m not the kinda guy that gives up just cause things aint pretty.
This isn’t all about my manager its all about me. #3
I am given a three month Administrative licence suspension. Which my lawyer says that it’s impossible to fight. And I go get a lawyer.
$1500, just for the retainer. Another $3500 if I decide to fight the charge. (Duh why else would I get a lawyer?).
Who knows what will happen? As of this writing, I still have 10 days left on my suspension and I don’t go to court till October.
In the Meantime I'm late for work 4 times because of various bus f^ck ups.
Other news...
My brother has finally decided that trucking is going to kill him, and starts sounding like some “crazed anti-capitalistic hippy”. I’m so happy. At least my ramblings haven’t been totally wasted.
I’m MSNing one night and a friend (Tony) tells me that he has to move to town, “Living in Stony Plain is killing him”. So of course I type back “OK J we can find a pace together. After all, Col has changed jobs and we were in my hole of an apt. all the time together. I need more Space.
Hilarrity ensues as I look at every apartment in the downtown core of Edmonton ... i ran out of time to finish so ill post later
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