I'M BACK

The Ramblin Hillbilly is back baby. That's right baby after a nearly three year hiatus due to divorce and a litany of other shit I am back. Today is going to be a relatively short post I am sure because I am sitting at work and the pager is just itching to go off and call me out to save some retard who stubs their toe and needs to call 911. I have been wanting to say this for a long time an AMBULANCE IS NOT A TAXI! Stop calling 911 and taking my time away from those that actually need help you worthless excuses of human beings, oxygen thief's is all that you are!

Now that my initial rant is out of the way I would like to send a very loving FUCK YOU to my ex wife Cynthia. You tried to break me you worthless cunt but it didn't work! I am back and I am better off than I ever was in my five years in hell with you. There were good times and I am thankful for those but the bad far out weighed the good so FUCK YOU.

Rant two off my chest I would like to say thank you to the million plus bikers that said PISS OFF to the religion of peace yesterday. Would that I could have been among them but I was stuck here hauling toe pains to the ER.

As Always
Love me or hate me, You will remember me
The Ramblin Hillbilly

Been a while since my last post I know. Not because of a lack of things that sufficiently piss me off because I work for the GEO Group but because of a general lack of time and desire. All my class work is online and there is a substantial amount of that because I am in my junior year and taking philosophy and ethics which is almost over thank God. That being said when I complete my homework and submit that I am burnt out of the computer for a while and I really want nothing to do with it for a while. I need a bit of a cooling off period so to speak.

In keeping with tradition I usually post about things that piss me off and I will not make an exception for this post. As I previously stated I work for the GEO Group, in Columbia South Carolina. The name of the facility is Columbia Regional Care Center but it would me more appropriately called a snake pit, den of vipers or a host of other derogatory terms I am not going to take the time to type out. I have never seen a more back stabbing group of bastards in my life. Let me say this before I go further into my ramble about these communist bastards, there are a few good supervisors. But most of the supervisors are communist bastards that get off on treating people like ass! They set traps for people to fall into and delight in firing damn good officers. One example of this is that all officers were required to be qualified to carry pepper spray and to be qualified you had to be sprayed. Well several of the officers who used the pepper spray are no longer with us because they have been fired for using the tool forced upon them. They would rather us lay hands on the inmates and expose ourselves to injury than to spray them and end the situation. Trust me if you have never been sprayed with pepper spray or even worse pepper foam you will have no desire to fight. The only thing you will be concentrated on is getting that crap off of your face. Inmates no longer want to fight staff once they have been sprayed, they just want to get to the showers to get the spray washed off. They give us the spray to use but fire us if we use it, WTF? They would rather us fight with these inmates and get ourselves or them hurt in the process.

WTF question number two, why cant we get a raise? Now The Ramblin Hillbilly knows that the times are tough and the ignorant bastards in DC could care less about the little man. But I digress, The GEO Group is the second largest private corrections corporation in the WORLD! They are buying up companies that will cause them to surpass Corrections Corporation of America, the worlds largest private correctional corporation. In the 16 months that I have worked for GEO they have spent BILLIONS upon BILLIONS buying new properties but I have not received so much as a penny on the hour raise! Now I am trying to quit cussing but WHAT THE FUCK? And they wonder why turnover rates are so high.

Oh well I am off to bed because it is 2am and I am tired,

As Always,

Love me or hate me, You will remember me

The Ramblin Hillbilly

This is going to be a short post and is dedicated to faux friends. Friends that will percieve the slightest wrong and abandon you, friends that are more concerned about their image than your marriage. Friends that are too childish to say fairwell, good luck, Im sorry things did not work out, I'm sorry this move to Florida almost cost you a divorce.

Anyone that reads this blog needs only to go back and see my one constant reader to know of the person that I speak of. I am sorry that I tarnished your sparkling reputation there Tom but my wife and my marriage are more important to me than your reputation. I had no intention of ever hurting you or your reputation but I had to put my family above you. If you can't understand that then you are not as smart as I have given you credit for.

As Always

Love me or hate me, You will remember me

The Ramblin Hillbilly

I know I said I was going to keep my WTF questions for friday but this one just could not wait. The Ramblin Hillbilly is not one to ask for help very often but when I do you can rest assured that is is honestly needed. I know is is said that pride has been the downfall of many men but if someone were to ask me this country has lost it's sense of pride and that is alot of what is wrong today. Anyway back to the initial reason for my post, my food run to walmart.

My one and only reader Ranger Tom knows that I have severely broken my foot and knows how so I will not go into that. As I get to walmart and crutch my way into the main entrance I see that there are no little electronic buggys avaliable. I stand there for a second holding my foot that just so happens to be in a big white cast up waiting for assistance while the door greeter and some other hispanic customer hold a conversation. I finally say excuse me loud enough to get her attention only to hear "no abla englais" and she returned to her conversation. No big deal, suck it up grab a buggy and hop my way through the food section. As I am struggling to make my way down the aisles there are several employees attempting to stock various parts of the grocery section. Once again no big deal they are doing their jobs. It is when I notice them start to get annoyed with me not moving quick enough that I start to get agitated. Excuse me (the injured customer doing his best to move) for impeding your progress in any way. I let that part go thinking that no matter where I go I am going to run into people like this and there is no sense in getting upset about it.

Fast forward to the check out line, my one bright point in this whole excursion to the local communist retailers. To her credit the cashier is actually nice to me and seems genuinely concerned. I informed her that I had been better but I had been worse too, we shared a laugh, I paid for my food and started to hop out the door. Now as I am pushing the cart out of the store one of my crutches was sticking out too far and got hung on the security device and fell. This is where I truly got pissed off. The manager/door greeter with a little badge that said 10 years of service looked at my fallen crutch, looked me straight in the eye and then turned around, began a conversation with another employee and walked away!

So I am prompted to ask What The Fuck???????????????????????????????????????????? Has everybody lost that sense of customer service? Has everybody lost that sense of helping a man in need? It seems to me that they have indeed and it is truly a sad day when a hillbilly like me, Stubborn and Proud as they come needs help and it is no where to be found.

Browsing through the archives and thought of you Tom. I know as soon as I put on the shield my balls are gonna be broken but I'm gonna enjoy it while I can. As I went through the archives I noticed that I used to go on a few good rambles and I noticed something that I intend to resurect. My WTF Fridays, all my what the fuck questions throughout the week will be posted on friday. And God knows with my outlook on life in southern Florida and just life in general I will have plenty of questions to post.

As Always

Love me or hate me, You will remember me

The Ramblin Hillbilly

I do not like night shift. It sucks and your body is not designed to sleep during the daytime and stay up all night long, after you leave your teenage years of course. When I was a teen I would frequently stay up all night long and sleep all day with no problems at all and all I would truly need to function efficiently was about 4 hours of sleep and then it was back to the night time rituals. Let that take your mind where it will but most of it was either perverted or illegal, in either case if I was found out in my activities I would be in serious trouble. Some of those activities would have landed me in jail where I would still be today.

But on to the reason for my posting today or tonight in my case, looking behind my back for demons. Everywhere I have been in my life there have been demons on my back or right on my heels just waiting to trip me up and make me fall. Granted most of those times I have brought those demons on myself but still. Last night I got into a very heated argument with my conductor. Had we been anywhere but work it would have come to blows and one of us would have carried an ass whoopin. (You can take the man out of the mountains, but you cant take the mountain out of the man.) And truth be told I don't believe it would have been me but that's neither here nor there. One of my main jobs on the rail road is lacing air hoses, being that I am the switch man or switch bitch depending on which old head you talk to. Well over the last several nights I have mysteriously missed one hose per night and always around the halfway point of the night. It could be somebody messing with me. It could be those demons catching up to me and trying to trip me up again. More than likely and pure stubborn pride would not let me admit this last night is that I lost my focus for that split second. I could have walked right by one in a rush to get to the bottom of the train so I could get my happy ass back on the moderately warm cab of the locomotive. After all most of the cane cars do look alike and after a while they all blend together.

Both my conductor and engineer have covered my ass from day one. A fact that I have long taken for granted. And a couple of the comments that each made really struck a cord with me. "You are going to be just another cop with a badge and an attitude" and " You are going to loose your focus, not pay attention to detail and wind up with a bullet in the back of your head at 3am because you were asleep in your squad car." Now I have never been the most observant SOB on the planet but those remarks really struck a cord on my lack of attention to detail and my attitude when I get pissed. I do not back down easily and I do not admit I was wrong often but last night when I blew my top I was wrong. I went into the cab of the locomotive before I had a chance to calm down after having my balls broken over the radio and when my conductor asked me what was wrong I lost it. I told him he was being a smartass on the radio and truth be told he was. Now I'm not saying that I didn't deserve it but it still pissed me off. We basically got in one big shouting match where the proverbial straws that broke the camels backs where his, " Go cry to management on me" and my, Go jump in front of the F***ING train I could care less.

One a funny note about the night though the yardmaster called us shortly after my conductor had got pissed and left the cab of the engine and my engineer, also known as RT my one and only reader had started around front for some coffee. The following is a transcript of the conversation to the best of my recollection. "5 to 2 Tom.................... 5 to 2 Tom". After a few seconds silence I hear "5 to 4 Bill." "Go ahead Scott" "Yes sir Bill I just wanted to make sure you had not thrown Tom of the nose of the motor." "That's a negative Scott he is on his way around front to get a cup of coffee". Now despite how pissed off I was at the time I had to laugh at that.

Regardless of the circumstances leading up to last nights explosion I was wrong in more than one way. But in my opinion mostly for loosing my temper the way I did and blowing up at the ones that have covered my ass. And for that I apologize.

As Always

Love me or hate me, You will remember me

The Ramblin Hillbilly

Ok I have been planning this post for a while but I have kept putting it off for one reason or another. I tend to procrastinate anymore on things I dont have to do. Working seven days a week tend to do that to ya. Ever since we had our derail the company has been wondering why things always happen on the RR. Well looking at the pictures below will give you an idea. These are pictures of the dates our locomotives were built. August 1955 for these two top of the line in the 50's engines. These are what my engineer Tom of rangertomsrants.blogspot.com (incase anybody but you reads this Tom) has to work with. I mean these things are nearly as old as the engineer operating them. Now I know why he's always cussing these things!A couple of the older cars in the fleet.
This one is as old as my Grandmother.

These three represent the average the average age of the cane cars we have in our fleet.
Considering the all knowing company has invested millions upon millions in the mill and in the dump but not an effing penny in the RR and we are stuck with our newer cars being from the 60's and the 70's I'd say that's a pretty good idea of why things go wrong on the RR. We have some excellent people working here but we are not miracle workers. Spend the Effing money and get us good equipment!!!