DYFJ

I've never been a proponent of acronymed groups i.e. MADD, SADD, NAACP, NOW, etc... These groups usually exist because someone who was emotionally unstable to begin with was wronged in some way and turned their experience into a cause. Looking at the world around me, I have decided to create an acryonmed group.

DYFJ = Do Your Fucking Job

The DYFJ Foundation is a non-profit organization with the sole purpose of reminding the bulk of Americans (which in out opinion are on the borderline of retardation) that thy have a job to do. While in the employ of a person, business or entity that person, business or entity has certain expectations of the employee. There are no indentured servants, no slavery, and the working conditions in 2008 are pristine compared to those of the industrial revolution.

Somehow these facts escape the lazy American workers and have turned them into sniveling little whiners that feel that their employer somehow owes them something more than they are earning and they are unjustly being scrutinized. From the nursing home attendants and nurses that hate their jobs after realizing that the glamour of nursing was all in the brochure and their job consists of wiping asses and distributing medication rather than saving lives to the fast food worker that feels that the man is somehow keeping them down while they slave away at the grill making just enough money to buy the chemicals for the next weekend party; they all should DO THEIR FUCKING JOBS and stop whining.

If I can get DYFJ moving workplaces would be DYFJ certified and consumers would know that the employees within will carry out their duties with efficiency and accuracy. This includes customer service.

It's simple to join. The next time you catch flack from someone when they are on the job simply take a step back, raise your hand and say "Hey! Do Your Fucking Job!" I may even go so far as to write my congressman and president a letter conveying the same message.

Here's some fun stuff...

Roadie bowling starring E-Rock and Tim.

Plenty of Excuses... Laziness is One of Them.

I've been meaning to write something for weeks now. Being away from home, working crazy hours and missing my family has had me at my wits end at times, but I've still seen and done some amazing things since I last updated.

After New York I worked a local festival (although I was still working through the MI company) with Charlie Daniels Band and The Air Force Band of Flight. 80,000 flag waiving, born again patriots came out to experience Americana at it's best with funnel cakes, country music and demonstrations of military strength. Not exactly my cup of tea, but the paycheck was excellent and I got to be home for a few days.

Then it was on to Rothbury, MI for the Rothbury Music Festival. Festivals like Bonnaroo and Coachella have set a precident for massively attended events in the United States and Rothbury, MI wants their slice of the pie. The innaugral event was nothing short of spectacular. (photos will follow in another blog VERY shortly) Great artists, great staff, wonderful community, perfect weather... nothing could bring me down. Almost. There were/are some issues that are nothing shy of petty bullshit that put a small cloud over the week, but not enough to mention in detail.

Rothbury did afford me the opportunity to reconnect with an old friend whom I haven't seen in more years than I care to admit. (because admitting that I've known someone that long is a sign of growing old) I believe there are some pics of Lori and I floating around the interweb somewhere. I was working so the photos aren't the most flattering, but we still had a great time. Hopefully my travels will take me to her area of the country in shorter time than it did last week.

After Rothbury I switched gears and worked for 2 days with the McCain campaign. I'm not making any political endorsements here but believe me when I say IT'S ALL FAKE. We spent 19 hours setting up for a 1 hour Town Hall meeting. One underling who is working for free and kissing enough ass to beg for a job in November if his candidate wins would make a decision only to be overrided by another underling of the same nature only slightly higher on the kiss ass food chain. There were no less than 4 layers of this kiss ass override making decisions that had the entire stage moved several feet one way and then the other several times to frame the perfect picture of Sen. McCain, the industrial equipment (the gig was in a factory), the giant flag, the backdrop of the constitution, the VIP area of the stage and the strategicly placed factory workers listening intently from the shelves in the factory.

The MEDIA decides the president if you don't pay attention.

As for me, I'm going to base my vote on the catering provided to the support staff. I have an Obama gig coming up next month so I can make a good comparison, but McCain is a tough act to follow. Fresh homemade Baklava, bacon wrapped shrimp, a cheeze tray full of sof cheezes like Brie, gorgonzola and a rosemary goat cheeze that was incredible and some other delectable goodies that were quite indulgent.

(side bar... McCain's daughter has huge boobs and isn't bad looking. Maybe the tie breaker will be the desirability of the presidential offspring. Does Obama have any daughters?)

This week I'm off to the Rock-n-Resort. I'm working with friends, doing what I love and camping all at the same time. Can you believe I get paid for this? Hopefully I'll find a moment to update from the gig and post pics from the last few. Until then...