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Down Under

campfireThis is day two of The Dog Days of Summer, a Blogdramedy writing challenge. If you came here looking for quality content you are decidedly barking up the wrong tree. -Ed.

Down Under
by
Tom B. Taker

A pitiful campfire lamely clawed at the encroaching darkness. A cold rain was little more than mist.

The elder thoughtfully twirled a gnarled bone in his paws as he spoke. “I bless the rains down in Africa.” He leaned forward and, for just a moment, the firelight illuminated his withered face in dancing shadow. There was a faraway look in his eyes. “I’ll get you.”

Although closer to the fire, Desmond shivered and his fur stood on end. “Who did this, Toto? Who are you talking to?” he asked.

“The dingo. So bewitching.”

“And then my baby was gone.”

Toto jerked and the bone violently exploded to pieces.

“My pretty.”

Blogdramedy’s The Dog Days of Summer writing challenge commands victims participants to author ten stories, ten days in a row, consisting of exactly 110 words each. All stores are themed based on dogs that she has pre-selected. For more information about the challenge and to view the work of other participants, please click the link. But only if you want stories that have real teeth.

In Treatment

turmoilThis is day one of The Dog Days of Summer, a Blogdramedy writing challenge. If you came here looking for quality content you are decidedly barking up the wrong tree. -Ed.

In Treatment
by
Tom B. Taker

His jowls jiggled as he spoke. There was some spittle.

“I can’t shake it, Doc,” he said. “He haunts me. I see him everywhere I go. I’ve scratched myself raw. I’ve developed a nervous tick. I even ate some poop.”

He paused, glanced around suspiciously then continued in a hushed voice.

“I’ve even, you know. Licked myself.”

Pause. “Down … there.”

I nodded. “I see. How did this make you feel?”

“Like I’m a bad dog!”

“Look, Cujo. It’s not unusual. He may behave like your mom but he can’t really hurt you.”

“Don’t you think I know that?”

The door creaked open and there he was. “Yo quiero Taco Bell!”

Blogdramedy’s The Dog Days of Summer writing challenge commands victims participants to author ten stories, ten days in a row, consisting of exactly 110 words each. All stores are themed based on dogs that she has pre-selected. For more information about the challenge and to view the work of other participants, please click the link. But only if you want stories that have real teeth.

Bury My Travelin’ Bone

travelerThe traveller is always leaving town
He never has the time to turn around
And if the road he’s taken isn’t leading anywhere
He seems to be completely unaware

The traveller is always leaving home
The only kind of life he’s ever known
When every moment seems to be
A race against the time
There’s always one more mountain left to climb
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The calculus of NaNoWriMo

The Romans had their Coliseum. The sick bastards over at The Office of Letters and Light have a little something known as NaNoWriMo.

That stands for National Novel Writing Month.

Letters and Light? Are you kidding me? Euphemism much???

So yeah, obviously they get off on pain and humiliation. It’s a two-pronged approach. How does it work? A little something like this.
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Presidential promise breaking can make you sick

Vector Man doesn't take orders from his archenemy, Dr. Government!

As Vector Man, you might say that I’ve made being a vector a meme on on my blog. It’s a topic I mention more often than, say, drinking Starbucks coffee (maybe once a year), so I certainly feel that makes the subject blog-worthy.

Here’s a quick refresher for the newbies:

vector:
an organism (as an insect) that transmits a pathogen

It is Vector Man’s solemn duty to work when ill to increase the odds of passing along illness to other humans. It’s a thankless job but someone has to do it. And Vector Man takes his superpowered duties very seriously. Sure, I don’t have a catchphrase yet, like Dr. Horrible. (I’ve got a PhD in horribleness.) But I’m hopefully my application to the Evil League of Evil will still be accepted.

How about, “Always keep your flu open!” Or maybe, “Be loyal, true and stay on the right pathogen!”

Meh. I’ll keep at it.

Vector Man's little buddy and loyal sidekick: H1N1

Of course, every superhero has his weakness. For Superman it is kryptonite. For Seattle-based Phoenix Jones it is reality. And, sadly, for Vector Man, it is a mythical entity known only as The Paid Sick Day.

Once, a presidential candidate known as Barack Obama promised to create more of these sick days and do away with Vector Man once and for all! Luckily he failed.

Here’s the history of how Vector Man survived:

In the time when Obama campaigned to become president, he made a promise:

Require that employers provide seven paid sick days per year – which may be taken on an hourly basis – so that Americans with disabilities can take the time off they need without fear of losing their jobs or a paycheck.

Source: “Barack Obama and Joe Biden’s Plan to Empower Americans with Disabilities.”

Strangely enough, no federal standard for this sort of thing yet exists. I’ve got an idea! Let’s leave it up to small business owners and see how often it actually happens. I’m giving four-to-one odds. Any gamblers out there?

According to the website PolitiFact, however, that promise is now listed as “broken.” Obama had specifically proposed that employers would be required to provide their workers with seven paid sick days annually.

A proposed bill called the Healthy Families Act contained the specifics. The idea was that employees would earn one hour of paid leave for every 30 hours worked. For an employee with a 40-hour work week, that would be seven days of sick time for every 1,680 hours worked (capped on a yearly basis). The general idea was that workers could use this time when ill (as the CDC seems to think is a good idea), care for a dependent, or recover if they are a victim of domestic violence.

In the run-up to the 2010 midterm election the GOP promised to review any laws that impose additional costs to employers. The seven paid sicks days guaranteed by the Healthy Families Act fits into that category.

Having to pay workers for seven additional days would result in a rise in cost to employers. Such an extra cost could lead to companies hiring fewer additional workers, and Republicans have said they want to reduce government regulation on employers, not add to them. Given these political realities, we rate Obama’s promise as Broken.

Source: PolitiFact

I don’t image there are any “costs” associated with spreading illness and disease as far and wide as possible, eh?

Of course, as usual, government regulation merely represents the bare minimum  that employers must do. For example, without something like the Healthy Families Act, they could still implement a plan like this, but, mwuhahahahaha! Why the fuck would they ever do that? That would cost them money, you know, the money they deny the employees who actually did the work. Remember what Vector Man likes to say, “Never share anything you can keep yourself – unless it is a virus, of course!”

Hell, the plan wouldn’t even have applied to business with 15 or less employees. They always include an escape clause, don’t they?

So heed the words of Vector Man and promise to do your part: I will work when ill! And I’ll touch as many things as possible – phone, stapler, doorknobs – and I’ll cough and sneeze without covering my mouth. If anyone asks why, tell them, “I’m helping Vector Man save the day!”

Your hard-working nation will thank you for it! And that’s nothing to sneeze at!

The Two Days of Christmas

Oh the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful. But will we be together?

What Boss Is This?

Which is the reason for the season? Business or Christmas? Or, perhaps, the business of Christmas? It can get complicated. And it depends on many factors.

Of course, if your boss is Scrooge, you can pretty well guess how it’s all going to go down, right? Suddenly it’s all too simple.

My last two bosses have a lot in common. No need to rehash the whole thing. In short, they both love to eat money, they both are in retail, and they both have fake Photoshopped pictures of their business on their websites. They both consider themselves to be virtuous paragons of Christianity, too.

And they both hate to shut down for any holiday.

The day after Thanksgiving? No brainer. We’re open, of course. They’ll reluctantly shut down for the big day, but that’s it. Go on. Take the time with your family. Enjoy the day. Just don’t try to travel anywhere. Feel free to visit all of the relatives you want as long as they live in the same town.

Wow. How thoughtful.

Of course, we all know that day is called Black Friday. Even for a tiny little operation, that’s a day devoted to the unbridled lust for money.

It’s about the same for Christmas, too. Thanks to my bosses I have some precious memories of Christmas:

As an atheist, Christmas is a very important time of the year to me. It represents the holy grail of the most precious gift of all. Time away from my job!

Christmas and the Calendar

What’s the best possible scenario for Christmas scheduling? I think it’s when Christmas Eve falls on a Thursday and Christmas Day falls on a Friday. If you have a half-way decent boss, you just got yourself a four-day weekend! Even if your boss is a dick you still get a three-day weekend.

What’s the worst possible scenario? Have you looked ahead to December in 2011 yet? Take a look. Read ’em and weep.

Yep. This year we are facing Christmasaggedon. That’s Christmas Eve on a Saturday and Christmas Day on a Sunday. That’s absolutely the worst possible Christmas scheduling that mankind has yet devised.

If you have a greed-based boss, he’ll have an evil twinkle in his eye, rub his hands together, and exclaim, “God bless profits, every one! No extra days off for Christmas this year!”

Naturally us grunts assumed he’d at least make it a three-day weekend, even though days off are unpaid. (It’s well worth it.) No such luck.

Luckily, however, I anticipated all of this, and I thought to look ahead before my coworker thought of it. Days off request, baby. I took Friday and Monday off. He approved the request then talked about it in the office. Oops. Now the coworker knows. Too bad, so sad!

Sweet four-day Christmas weekend bliss.

Thank you, Father Christmas, that I had the foresight to plan ahead! At least someone is looking out for me. (Yeah, me, myself and I. We discussed this during our last meeting.)

Merry Christmas to me!