Dear diary, its thursday noon. I'm empty in north chicago. I'm in a fairly good mood. I'm just running blind today- and have no clue as to my schedule or direction today. Got to call my boss from south milwaukee shortly. He knows I'm extremely angry and frustrated with him but does not know to what extent. He's f*cked me for 17 years in every possible way. He has pushed the envelope with his abuse to see how far he can before I snap, fight back, or test my tolerance. He's did more illegal, immoral crap than any man I've ever known. Stalin, amin, hussein, and hitler have nothing on this guy. His human rights abuses rank right up there. He tries to out think everyone. He is in for a rude surprise of epic proportions. I am planning my "Shawshank Redemption". I got real angry with him last weekend. I dug out all my diplomas, and degrees and adcoms, and military records and built a 49 page beautiful resume. And sent them out in a time of bad economic woes. Having an honorable and exemplarary record made me desirable. In one day- the offers started rolling in. Most called and told me I was overqualified and wanted to know why I wanted to work for them. I explained that after 17 years the economy crashed and basically took my job with it in part and that my employers very bad business decisions took another part. Then came the offers and promises from perspective employers. Knowing who I was sending resumes to and investigating them thouroughly via net, word of mouth, federal records, and corporate records worked well in my favor. It helped me corner them in lies and false promises. In a few interviews I shocked perspective employers with my gathering of information and they became honest real fast- as I was heading for the door. After going through so much investigating and searching- I got the call I had been waiting for. A great offer with a fortune 500 company that is smart, truly diversified, busy, and not being slaughtered by this economy. They did not only offer me one job. They offered me 5 jobs. Take my pick. It was tough. I weighed my options and picked the one with the most flexible schedule and their severance and pay offer was more than I make at my current job after 17 years. I also told them I'd be interested in another job offered to me so I can help them in being diversified and being qualified to do 2 totally different jobs both helping them in their needs and helping me in not being bored with a repetitive single job over the long run. The "Variety is the spice of life" type of situation. I accepted their offer. I've never met an unhappy employee I talked to from their corporation. Unlike my current employer who has NEVER had an employee leave under comfortable and amicable circumstances. In 17 years every employee has quit angry, been fired angry, injured and lawsuits against the company, or died tragically. That says everything right there. My current employer does not know I've accepted the new job offer and that I'm leaving. Nor does he know I'm just going to leave him hanging. The ball is in my court. And my shawshank redemption is in order. 17 years of his mistreatment is going to bite him in the ass like he's never seen before in his life.

Yeah diary, my wise father reminded me of a very important saying a while back. He said "Son, never burn your bridges. You never know when you might have to cross back over them someday. If you wreak havoc at your job when you leave, you never know that you may have to go back to that job someday". Yes very wise words dad. Love you. But in my case I need closure. I need to see justice served for the cruel and unusual punishment served upon me for 17 years. I need my shawshank redemption. Not really revenge. Just having the illegal and immoral tactics, and the lies and mistreatment brought to the light. A little truth and fairness brought to a crooked evil man. An ultimate burn. Make him feel what he has made others feel. Bitter, angry, helpless, hopeless, financially ruined, and deceived. I'm not satisfied with just leaving him hanging by quitting my job- no notice. I want him ashamed and humiliated. That's how I felt. Until this week anyway. Just knowing that my days are numbered here and that no matter what my boss does or tries to do to me doesn't matter- its like the weight of the world has been lifted off my shoulders. No stress. No cares. Its amusing actually. And quite tempting to bait my boss into conflict to get him angry and get his blood pressure up there. But I can't do it. Because I've got bigger plans for him that will destroy him systematically to the end point of ruin. My shawshank redemption.

Dear diary.....Have you ever watched that movie "Bad Boys"??? with Sean Penn??? That shawshank redemption I will never forget.

When he is repeatedly being tormented, abused, beat up in jail?????

Everyday he would buy a pop out of the pop machine and store it in his cell until one day the big Bull of the jail had it truly coming. Sean penn baited him and when the time came....stuffed every one of those pops in a pillow case and bashed his head in BEYOND recognition.
Who would have thought pop could be DANGEROUS!!!!

Of course I hate violence.....but sometimes I think about it!!!

Dear diary... Im randomly going through my friends list and kicking butts!!! I find this highly therapeutic!!!

a bar of soap in a sock will mess some one up too !

hope, every thing work's out for ya biker !

dear Diary...... a kick up the butt is a nice way to start the day.... much nicer than reading the news.....or watching the rain...AGAIN...

REally??? Youre giving me ideas!!!

ya jess.....are you doing ok??? Ive heard of the fires and flooding. Geeeeeeez is my australia going to be ok???

dont be whippen up on some one!

is kicking someones butt considered a bad thing

Imaginary violence can be a good thing. Nobody gets hurt!!

Yes diary, I learned my organization skills in the united states army I'm proud to say. Being in combat and being wounded taught me to respect my enemy. For that enemy has a purpose and a cause giving you a purpose and a cause. And they even instill the notion of respecting the men you've killed. For those men fought harder and tougher than any men you will ever meet. Salute them. Respect them. They were strong enough to fight you for their beliefs. A man without beliefs is not a man. Being in the big red one- little white one- worst of the first cavalry was a treat and an honor and an education in combat psychology and counterterrorism bordering something out of the twilight zone and unimaginable. The thought processes involved were insane and bizarre and indescribably creative. In one mission impossible we turned the enemy on itself. We snuck in on enemy lines and left secret coded information on certain enemy soldiers members clothing and a freaking secret decoder ring out of a captain crunch cereal box planted on a lower ranked officers clothing. All to create the illusion that they had dissident spies among their ranks. And it worked. It makes your job easier when you don't have to kill them because they're too busy killing each other. So I learned a lot along with all my other education I received. And I've honed my organizational skills. Some would accuse me of being impulsive compulsive. I'm not really. I'm just efficiently organized. This all comes into play with my shawshank redemption. Many people would not dare to f*ck with me ever because they know full well to what ends I am intellegently capable of. Macgyver is scared of me and chuck norris shook my hand. Think about the men that have fought me and lost that I respected. Now think of the man that's f*cked with me for 17 years that I have no respect for. He's just like that little weasel warden from shawshank redemption. And like the movie- I will be long gone when he gets what he's got coming to him.

There is two ways of looking at this.... Why did it happen? or What can I do?..

I feel so desperately sad for so many.... Sam who lost his wife and kids in the fires.... who had to wait an agonising 5 DAYS to find out, whilst barred from going to his home by roadblocks... (all necessary and perfectly realistic reasons for roadblocks)... it just tore my heart to shreds...

We're a funny lot here....
floods to the north... send clothes and loo paper, and soap and shampoo and towels...

Fires to the south... send clothes and loo paper and soap and shampoo and towels... weird how we do that.

We helped pay for a semi trailer load of hay from up here to stock in Victoria... it got there yesterday...

we sent clothes, and toiletries north.... we donated money, and we have added our name to the list to volunteer in the rebuilding anytime over the next two years..

Aussies do ok... we had raised over $51 million yesterday morning..for the fire victims... and have benefit concerts all over the world and local over the next few days...

You know, Gyps, I feel so sad.... so terribly terribly sad... even as it rains heavier here, and we become an island again... it's nothing.... nothing... we have so much, and so many lost everything...

Ya I know your organizational skills!!! And your neatness!!! Who else can roll a tshirt like that??? It was perfect~~!!!! My imperfectness must drive you CRAZY!!!

...I have. Bars of soap don't leave soda can marks.

If you need ANYTHING....let me know!!!

dear diary.......chocolate is a food group.