Sunday of my Life

Well, let’s add to the list of Fuckrag’s faults

30,146: Fuckrag is a lying snake/wanker/whore/wanker/wanker/wanker

OK…got that out of my system, time to tell y’all the story.

There is another member of staff at that we (we being the members of my class at ) have been complaining to about Fuckrag, and this member of staff has been assisting us with our effort to have Fuckrag removed as our teacher, or at least reined in. Said member of staff also happens to be the teacher of one of our classes, and had a talk with us this morning, in their official capacity as program coordinator. Member-of-Staff had a talk with Fuckrag yesterday, warning him just how much danger he is in of losing his job, and to meet our demands or have this issue elevated to another level.

Reasonable, no?

OK, so the purpose of this talk was to task us whether or not we had signed a petition about Fuckrag, which we had, and whether or not we were forced to do it under duress, which we were not. Now, one may ask one’s self why we were being questioned on this?

Well, when Member-of-Staff called Fuckrag into their office yesterday, Fuckrag assured them that he would talk about the petition and the specific issues with us and endevour to address them. He then came back to Member-of-Staff later on that same day and said that he had spoken with us about it, and that a number of our class had said that they were forced to sign the petition, and a number of other signatures on it were fake, or forged.

See my above addition to the list of Fuckrag’s faults.

Here we present an itemised list of what didn’t happen in that class

Fuckrag didn’t:

1. Speak with us about the petition as a class
2. Get told by any member of our class that they were forced into signing the petition
3. Discuss any of our issues with him with us
4. Tell the truth to his supervisor, obviously forgetting that his supervisor teaches two of our classes; and
5. Fuck up and die (well, I didn’t really expect him to, but we can hope)

I mean, I know this may sound a bit vindictive, but…well…I just don’t like the guy. Sorry, no, it goes beyond that. I despise him. He is a stain on the blanket of reality, a mole on the arse of the world. I make no apologies for what I say here, for it is, after all, just my opinion.

Fuckrag has changed his tune though…he’s acting all nicey-nicey now, which is, in it’s way, even more sickening than the gratuitous sexual comments; and believe me, they’re pretty damn sickening.

This is Adrian the Insane, throwing up.

Well, kinda. After reading this entry of my fellow blogger Agent FaveEvader several times, I must say that I was apalled. Shocked. Flabbergasted. And other words that indicate a state of mind bordering on paralysis! I mean, sure, I knew abou this a few weeks back, but I wasn’t really aware of how deeply the Agent felt about it. It saddens me, it really does, to see this happening. Connex and Yarra Trams should really be ashamed of themselves. They take on a new public transport network, something that dwarfs their previous total network sare of 30%, and what do they do on the day they take over? They put a large portion of their dedicated, experienced and fabulous staf out of work. Unceremoniously Give The Arse.

To quote Derrin Hinch: “Shame, Shame, Shame.”

Show me where the logic lies in this move.
You are the CEO of Yarra Trams/Connex. You tell the public that you are going to hire (X) amount of new staff when you take over the whole of Melbourne’s public transport network. Instead, when that event does indeed occur, you fire ~180 of the staff from the companies you’ve just taken over, deeming them ‘Surplus to Requirements”. Over the next few weeks, cancel an average of 6 trains a day, on the Pakenham line alone, due to a lack of drivers for them. God only knows what’s happening to the public presence on the trams thanks to this move.

Show me where it is, and I’ll show you where it isn’t.
It Isn’t In:

• Sacking staff instead of hiring them.
• Sacking experienced staff in order to hire less experienced staff.
• Sacking loyal staff in order to hire the untested.
• Sacking staff who’s only upkeep you will have to pay is their wages to hire new people who’s wages AND training costs you will have to pay (amounting to hundreds of thousands, possibly even millions of dollars lost while 180 new people are in training, earning money from you while not doing work that gains you money).
• Sacking staff after promising the public a more “physical” presence on the trams (what did you mean to do? have you Tram Attendants conduct aerobics classes on the trams? Hand out Milk, perhaps?)
• Sacking staff…so many staff that you regularly have to cancel scheduled, and in many cases relied upon, train services becuase you don’t have enough drivers to cover the shifts.

Boy…just typing that out has made me angry all over again. There is only one word for this move by Connex/Yarra Trams. Bullshit. BULLSHIT. BUUUUUUULLLLLSHIIIIIIIT. (I’ll say it slowly for the hard of thinking) Yes, I know i sound like I’m reciting from “How to Lost a Guy In 10 Days”, but tha’ts how i feel about it. Their logic is flawed, and their move is complete and utter crap.

So what if Yarra Trams has hired 60 new staff? That 60 can’t possibly cover the work of 180. They are costing the company money while they’re being trained, and the extra stress placed on them by attempting to work the jobs of more than 1 person each (resulting on more paid sickies and increased drop-outs [hence more wages to pay, and more time lost in training]), PLUS the decreased public satisfaction caused by the inexperienced staff bumbling their way through the job (until such time as they gain the necessary experience, by which time the damage is done) will all cost the company money. And where will this cash loss end up? On the fares of your tickets. From the pocket of the paying public will the lost revenue be made up, and this simply adds to the tragedy.

Well, one day soon I’d like to start the “Hire Them Back” Campaign going…get the word out to the public (I mean the real public. not simply the megre, but loyal, audience that I get), make them make the public transport compaies take responsiblities for their actions, and bring back the faces we know and love on our trams and trains. The friendly, experienced tram attendants we’d see day in, day out, who would help us with our queries, check the tickets so politely and assist in any way they could. The drivers who would get us to our stop on time (or thereabouts) and turn up so promptly every 5 minutes, enabling us to move onwards and upwards. The depot staff who would make sure our trams and trains were clean and tidy, that we could ride in comfort. The Maintenance staff who, if fact, made sure that we could ride at all. The station staff who would sell us our tickets and, when the day was hot and throats were dry, the cheap cans of soft-drink, or the free cup of water.

We need to tell them that we want back the staff that we know are going to provide us with the better service, and make our commuting lives better. We need to tell them…tell them…tell them to “Hire Them Back“!

But, for now, we need to wait.

For there is an unfair dismissal case in the offing, and we don’t want to do anything to foul that up.

However, if that is unsuccessful (and Dear Lord I hope it isn’t) then…

Viva la Revolución!

First time in my life I’ve ever been refered to as a sexy nerd

Hey, what can I say…I know my stuff.

Anyone else who wants to call me a sexy nerd, please…feel free.

Wee…I love blogspot’s ability to make posts backwards in time

I’m making this post from the future, realising that I forgot to blog about my night last night 2 days afterwards.

OK, so as those who read my previous entry will know, I spent 9 hours last night as an extra for Jimeoin’s new film “The Extra”. I still have no idea what the hell the movie is about, but I do know that the poster for the film that the film is about looks like a poster for a really bad porno. I’d show you all a picture of it if I had any

I met, last night, Jimeoin, the film’s director (god only knows who he is, but he’s a nice bloke…thanked me personally for coming down and helping out), “Ruben” (it’s the name of one of the characters, dunno the actor’s name), Russel Gilbert (of Hey Hey It’s Saturday fame), and Bob Franklin. Jimeoin’s damn funny, even off stage, the director’s a good bloke, Ruben’s…unique, Russel is a grumpy bastard and Bob is…strangely serious.

Still, I had a really good time. met lots of new people. Sam, Duncan, Ian, Lee, Brent, Mack, Mimi. You all know who you are. Lots of good people there, and we had a good time playing games between takes, making fun of people, especially the guy standing in front of me who had tu have his collar up all night becuase he had this gigantic hickie on his neck (complete with teeth marks).

Gerard, meanwhile, was drooling over Livinia Nixon. The Weather Girl as far as he’s concerned. He was so cocky becuase the place he’d be told to stand was inches from her. Like I care, he made enough of a fool of himself anyway :). As one person put it, he picked his jaw up off the ground long enough to stick his foot in his mouth. He had an opportunity to make a real impression there (after all, he’s had a crush on her for years) and what is the first (and last) thing he says to her? “Hi, what’s the weather going to be tomorrow” (or words to that effect). Wow! I bet that she’s never heard that before! What a first impression! So when’s the wedding?!

*sigh* Some people never learn.

I, meanwhile, without even trying, made a favourable impression on a good number of people of the female persuasion. Too bad I neglected to get phone numbers/emails/measurements from them, but, we live and learn.

And at least I know that I can still impress

Happy Easter Y’all…

Well, read the title! I know it’s late, but it had to be said. I must say that I certainly spent an interesting Easter weekend. Did my usual Dragonhunt thing on Saturday, and a good time was had by all hunting down Sturge Larkin so we can restore him to hit rightful place at the head of the Theif’s Guild and run the Ruido Grande out of Ilium. Now, I know to must of you that didn’t make a lick of sense, so go read the logs on the Dragonhunt homepage…it’s all in there. Makes for a good read too. Sunday got together online with one of my fellow Dragonhunters, Dorothea, who plays Renate von Adler, to do a bit of what we term ‘fluff-writing’. Basically if we feel there’s a gap in the story-line, or something that needs to be explained further, or simply something that could be added, we get together, singly, in pairs or in the whole gang - whatever’s required - to write said addition. Sunday Dorothea and myself acted out a piece that was faintly touched upon in Satuday’s session.

Oh, what the hell…it’ll be up in the logs soon, read it then.

So, tonight I’m off to be an extra in The Extra, a new film that Jimoein is doing. Judging by the good time that Gerard Wills had during the last shoot of it, tonight and tomorrow night’s shooting sessions plan to be a lot of fun. If you really do feel like joining us, the shoot tonight is from 6pm - 3am (long time, I know) and the one tomorrow is from 6pm - midnight. You need to register your interest at Jimoein’s Website in order to get your name in the credits.

Other than these small tidbits, not much has happened in my neck of the woods, besides the new front-end (and back-end for that matter) of the Asyum finally leaving the beta-test stage and going live. Woo! And why do I care you might ask? Well, I had a fair hand on scripting the damn thing, so I think I’ve got every right to be happy about it

More from me in a few moments.

So, I come home from school today to find my sister crying.

I have no idea what it’s all about, but when I find out who was the cause of it…well…heads are going to roll.

Maybe I better explain something here. See, my sisters and myself, particularly the one who’s only three years older than me…well, we have our ups and downs, but this particular sister and myself, were very close. I don’t like it when people hurt her. I really don’t like it. It’s not that unusual a relationship we have, but it’s an unusual one for me. I’m not close to that many people, and there’s only one person I can really tell about my inner demons, and only one person who can help me deal with them, and that’s her. So, when somoene hurts her like that, I tend to take it very, very personally.

I would like to add as a disclaimer: I’m not actually going to cause grevious bodily harm to someone…maybe just minor bodily harm…

Time to put my detective skills to work and see if I can find out what happened.

Maybe not…it really isn’t any of my business…maybe I should just leave it alone.

Maybe…

We’ll see.

Here we have another tale of Fuckrag, one of my teachers.

Now, I’ll admit it…I’m probably going to fail this class. Not through any fault of my own, but simply becuase Fuckrag doesn’t like me. Quite frankly, I don’t blame him for not liking me, I don’t like him either. But, as far as I can see, that’s no reason that I should fail.

Maybe it could have something to do with the petition I started about him today. Here it is, quoted word-for-word, except for the name, which…well…you know what it’ll be

We, the undersigned, hereby request the removal of Fuckrag as the teacher of our class. We protest the way he speaks to us, the way he treats us and the prejudiced way he marks our work. We each have personal issues with Fuckrag which will not be listed here, but which all affect each of our abilities to suceed in this class.

We request Fuckrag’s removal as our teacher and replacement with another teacher or, if this is not feasible, for our work to be marked independantly, to ensure that Fuckrag’s prejudicial makring scheme and sense of ethics do not enter into it.

I think that was politely worded enough. I know many, many things which I would have liked to put in there, like the ‘conversation’ we had with him at the start of class today.

Fuckrag entered the class after everyone else today, and immediatly struck up a conversation with one of the students, asking him what he’d done to himself (the conversation they had is repeated here verbatim).

“Oh, I had a haircut.”

“Do you know what people say ot me when I’ve had a hair cut? ‘Gee, you look younger. I always thought you were older than that.’ I always like that. It turns me on. Yes, I’ve really got to start growing hair in other places, so people can admire how young they look too.”

Dear God.

I wish I could take a wire-brush to my brain and scrub that image out of my head. The idea of Fuckrag being turned on turns my stomach.

After this conversation, he goes over and starts talking to the group of 3 girls in my class, and leans in really close to them while tlaking to them. I’m mean really close. Invading personal-space close. Sexual harassment lawsuit close…things of that nature.

He is such a dirty old man, it’s unbeleivable. This man creeps me out more than ever now.

I’m hoping the petition succeeds. There’s been more than 12 complaints against him this year alone, so hopefully this should help cement something.

So, yeah, I’m going to fail. Big fucking deal. I’ll just do the course over again. And if my piece of work today suceeds, then he won’t be teaching me, and I’ll actually stand a chance of being marked on my own merits, not just my ability to kiss arse.

God bless the signature.