Ravings From The Bog

Napoleon Complex – Get Shorty!

I’ve just been “done over” in a major way, by a very short person. I’m not in a position to return the favour, so instead, I thought I’d publish Randy Newman’s lyrics to his Short People song in her honour!

I’m only 5′ 7″ myself but I tower above this Pocket Rocket. Just thought I’d get it off my chest – no point in getting into bad form and shouting at the kids… It’s a great tune, by the way, and available on iTunes.

Short People got no reason
Short People got no reason
Short People got no reason
To live

They got little hands
And little eyes
And they walk around
Tellin’ great big lies
They got little noses
And tiny little teeth
They wear platform shoes
On their nasty little feet

Well, I don’t want no Short People
Don’t want no Short People
Don’t want no Short People
Round here

Short People are just the same
As you and I
(A Fool Such As I)
All men are brothers
Until the day they die
(It’s A Wonderful World)

Short People got nobody
Short People got nobody
Short People got nobody
To love

They got little baby legs
And they stand so low
You got to pick ’em up
Just to say hello
They got little cars
That go beep, beep, beep
They got little voices
Goin’ peep, peep, peep
They got grubby little fingers
And dirty little minds
They’re gonna get you every time
Well, I don’t want no Short People
Don’t want no Short People
Don’t want no Short People
‘Round here


Me, Ben & Jerry, Ernest & Julio, Tony & Carmella Partying!

Me, Ben, Jerry, Tony, Carmella, Ernest and Julio are having a party tonight!

It’s been a real shitty week and I thought I’d celebrate in style.

Phish Food and Zinfandel White Grenache are on the menu, although I’ll probably fall asleep on the sofa before too long.

Entertainment provided by Tony and the guys at the Bada Bing.

There’s got to be an easier way to earn a living than this…

Food retail management – it’s what happens when you don’t work hard enough at school.

August 5, 2008, 11:42 pm
Filed under: Economy, Life, Work at Stressco | Tags: ,

I wanted to be a photojournalist when I first saw this Philip Jones Griffith photograph in Time magazine in the early ‘70s.

Due to idleness, beer and girls, I squandered my educational opportunities.

I’ve been working in food retail since 4 October 1979.

I have worked my way up from trolley boy to store manager and that is the post I held for almost twenty of those years. Following a bout of stress related illness, I decided to step down two years ago to deputy store manager. The current situation, with the drop in sales due to the economic downturn, is more stressful now than it was when I made my “life-changing” decision. Sales budgets set eighteen months ago, are still expected to be met. Our other budgets, like waste and payroll all link to the sales line so everything is going belly-up fast.

It has never been a “pleasure” to work in retail but at least it has been bearable until now. Nine years to go until early retirement kicks in and it seems like a lifetime away. I need another job or perhaps it’s time to go back to the trolleys.

I should have worked harder at school dammit…

WordPress Dummy
August 1, 2008, 11:52 pm
Filed under: Blogging | Tags: , , ,

One of the new books I lugged back from my New York trip last week was WordPress for Dummies by Lisa Sabin-Wilson – and I’m glad I did. Clearly communicated step by step sections help even the dumbest dummy (yes, it’s me I’m referring to here) and although I’m only up to page 61, I’m getting the hang of all the bells and whistles and I expect within a week or so, I’ll be blogging with the best of them. Blogging regularly is number three on my “100 things I’m going to do in the next twelve months” list (to be published shortly). I see it as a stress-relief valve and it will help my struggle to achieve a sense of work-life balance. Work at Stressco has become even more tedious and angst-ridden over the last six months with no light at the end of the tunnel expected for some years to come!

My intention, apart from the stress-relief, is to share my views, ideas, rankles and moans with any poor “unfortunates” who might stumble across my writings. I’m still unsure as to just how brave I’ll be when it comes to personal thoughts and issues, but I’m well aware that no-one might ever read any of it.

Poor-man’s therapy!!!