BRAINPAN LEAKAGE

Continued from: Here, Have A Sanka ™…

Well, I promised a followup to the Sanka silliness, and here it is. In some ways it’s a bit fitting that this comes in the wake of me posting a status update on Facebook announcing my disdain for folks who do nothing but whine and bitch. Fortunately, I do plenty more than just whine and bitch. Still, everyone needs to let it out once in a while – just not all the time. But that’s a different blog, and trust me, it’s already in the works so look for it in the not too distant future.

But on with “The Bad Place”…

The first thing I should establish here is that I am not in any way, shape, or form afraid of hard work. I spent my summers back on the farm, and had plenty of chores to do growing up. I learned valuable lessons, not the least of which was that hard work does in fact pay off in the end. So, I never considered any place where I worked a bad place simply because it entailed work. I never felt like said establishment(s) “owed” me a job. I would perform my prescribed duties at 100% and if at all possible, push it to 110% or more. I never complained about overtime. In fact, I would often step in and take the overtime – UNPAID on many occasions – before I would expect someone on my team to give up their time off.

Now, with that established, we shall move on…

Before I started making a living – or, trying to, at least – writing books, I was a computer/printer tech. I did this job for a little over 25 years, and made some decent cash in the process. More than I make writing, that’s for sure… But I digress…

For just under 10 years – the LAST 10 years of my tech career, in fact – I worked at The Bad Place…

While it shall remain nameless on the pages of this blog, some of you likely know the place of which I speak. At least one of you, I know for certain, is  also a survivor of its “badness”…

It was, and still is, an ulcer on my life. Fortunately, it is no longer an ulcer on humanity because it crashed and burned not long after I exited the front door of the offices for the very last time – as an employee, anyway. I did go back and have lunch with some of the folks who still worked there because they were friends, AND the only thing that made the place tolerable.

You see, what made The Bad Place so bad was the owner. This guy had a self-centered, paranoid, “the world owes me” attitude that simply would not quit. I realize that a good majority of folks out there are probably saying the same things about their bosses even as I type this. However, lest I cause my dormant ulcer to flare and give me fits because of reliving that mess, allow me to simply enumerate a few of the daily issues with this wingnut and let y’all decide if I’m right in calling it The Bad Place…

I would also like to note that I am NOT making this shit up, nor am I embellishing it. I have witnesses…

1. Some days I wouldn’t have time to swing by the post office, so I would take my mail – pre-stamped, mind you – in with me and drop it in the outbox on the front counter. Many of us did. Stuff like bills, rebate coupons for diapers (the o-spring was small then). Then one day, things changed. Bad Place Boss walked in the front door and every morning would grab all of the outgoing mail out of the box. He would stand at the counter and go through it, sorting it into piles. After a few days of doing this he brought your mail back to you and demanded to know WHY you put YOUR personal outgoing mail in HIS outgoing mailbox. Easy to fix, correct? Leave a bit earlier from home and hit the post office. Well, I did that. When I walked through the door of the shop he was waiting for me. He announced that he had seen me drive past the shop and demanded to know where I had gone. Mind you, besides it being none of his business, I was 30 minutes early to work ANYWAY, so it’s not like I was showing up late. When I told him that I’d gone to the post office he accused me of lying because the post office isn’t open that early. BTW, he continued to inspect the outgoing mail on a daily basis just in case someone dared to put something in it that he hadn’t personally authorized.
2. He would throw away stuff that didn’t need to be thrown away. Like brand new parts. Seriously. A box of motherboards. Processors. The software he used for payroll. Just chuck it all right in the dumpster along with the junk that DID need to be thrown away. THEN, if he saw someone digging through the dumpster (which belonged to the strip mall, mind you) for scrap metal and such he would run out there and threaten to call the police on them. Why? His words – Because they shouldn’t be allowed to make money off of HIS stuff.
3. Weekly trips to the east side… The “east side” is an area across the river known for strip clubs. A minimum of twice per week he would leave at 10:30 AM to go over to the east side for lunch and return shortly before closing time, drunk and smelling like a whore house. Okay, fine… That’s his business not ours… The problem is, he would insist on telling us ALL about it whether we wanted to hear it or not. This also went for the women on staff too. The best part was that in his vocal opinion, we were all going to hell because we weren’t good Catholics like him.
4. Following in the footsteps of the above, twice per year he would go to Vegas for the consumer electronics show. He would leave for a week but only attend the show for 6-8 hours on one day. That span grew shorter and shorter over the years. The rest of the time was spent in sex clubs and with call girls. Again, all good. I’m actually in favor of legalizing prostitution nationwide. I don’t see anything wrong with it at all. But again, I had no desire to be subjected to the graphic details of his exploits with each of these women, all while hearing that I was going to hell because I didn’t believe in his God. Oh, and by the way – he’s married – I assume he still is, anyway – and I often had to have uncomfortable conversations with his wife when she’d call wanting to know where he was at lunchtime.
5. All of the above exploits were on the company’s dime. Yeah. His company, his money. However, when he is spending hundreds – sometimes thousands – on hookers and we couldn’t order parts from our suppliers because our accounts were way past due, it made it hard for us to do our jobs. And, of course, we were the ones the customers were yelling at, not him.
6. Eventually he just went ahead and hired a couple of long term hookers and put them on the payroll. Seriously.
7. When we couldn’t get parts, he would go through the trash and pull out blown parts. As in TOAST. As in NOT WORKING. Done. Exploded. No longer functional. Then he would sell them to customers as new.
8. When an angry customer with an exploded part he had sold them would come back in, he would hide in his office and expect us, the techs, to deal with it.
9. He fired competent employees in order to hire A) A drinking and carousing buddy and/or (most especially) B) The first short skirt that walked through the door with a resume in her hand, even if she had the secretarial and phone skills of a comatose baboon.
10. He announced to the entire staff one day that we wouldn’t be buying anything from a particular supplier any longer. His reasoning? We had bought quite a bit from them over the years and when he had a face to face meeting with our sales rep – a young, pretty individual of the female type persuasion – he didn’t get what he wanted. What did he want, you ask? A blowjob. He claimed she owed it to him for all the product we had purchased over the years. Speaking of blowjobs, he once told me to tell a female friend of mine that he would hire her to be a receptionist, IF she would give him one. In case you are wondering, I didn’t. In fact, I told her to go look for a job someplace else.
11. The daily shout fest. Bad Place Boss was big on yelling at everyone because, of course, everything that ever happened was everyone else’s fault. The company wasn’t making enough money because we were all lazy assholes who were  just there taking advantage of his good graces. The fact that he had bought his staff hooker a plasma TV, paid her rent, car payment, and tickets from company funds had absolutely NOTHING to do with why we had no money in the bank. And, the fact that we were unable to purchase parts for repairs because of said lack of funds shouldn’t keep us from billing customers anyway.
12. The aforementioned billing customers anyway thing – he would insist customers pre-pay for systems they ordered, then he would never order the components needed to build said custom system. Why? Because he would spend the pre-pay money on his hookers and couldn’t manage to pay for the parts.
13. Another favorite that is much like the above – as techs we would sell systems and often times entire networks – several systems, cabling, support, etc – to big companies. The IT folks with these companies would know us on a first name basis and would be waving cash at us, ready to buy. BUT the boss guy maintained control over all bids. Therefore, we would turn in the info to him and he would send out a bid to the company. NOT. We would get calls on a daily basis from folks saying, “I’ve been waiting for that bid for three months. I can’t wait any longer, you lost the sale.”… Believe me, we’d remind him on a daily basis about the bids. He’d either tell us he was getting right on it, or yell at us for bothering him about them. 9 times out of 10, he would follow up with heading out the door to see one of his hookers – of course, he would always strenuously remind us that if his wife called we were to tell her he had an important meeting with the “chamber of commerce.”

There you go… more than a dozen of them for you… I could go on, and on, and on. I kid you not. But this blog entry is long and depressing enough as it is. Sorry to say, there’s nothing actually funny about it either.

At any rate, I think you can easily see why I called it The Bad Place. And, why I am much happier being away from it.

Well, that, and I’m married to the hottest redhead on the planet and have the coolest kid ever. Sometimes, you have to go through hell to get to heaven, I guess…

More to come… (Funny next time, I promise…)

Murv

My name is Murv, and I’m a book whore. My last book purchase was…

Okay, kidding aside… Well, sorta… You know me.

Some of you may be aware that all of the RGI books are now available in e-book versions. Not just Kindle, mind you, but the ubiquitous “e-pub” format that is readable on the Sony, Nook, Kobo, and many others. The e-pub versions just hit recently and are available via Smashwords.com – and, they will soon be showing up on many of the popular e-book portals out there, such as Sony’s E-book Store, Barnes & Noble’s Nook Store, and so on.

Well, as usual, I proceeded to tout this on my Facebook page as soon as my publicist, the Amazing Wendy, told me about it. In the midst of all that touting, one of my good buddies, Virginia Witt MD – or “Doc” as I prefer to call her, posed a question to me:

Murv, as an author, how do you feel about e-books?  I’m really torn.  I love the feel of the book in my hand, and have a reverence for books that goes back years.  I can’t dog-ear them, I can’t write in them.  It’s like I have the Goddess Libraria as my patroness.

But… my home library has gotten way out of control.  The last time I moved (8 years ago) I had 87 boxes of books.  Boxes. O. Books.  I have multiple bookcases in every room except the bathrooms.  And the environment would be helped by fewer trees being killed to make them.  But authors are paid less per book sold, yes?  So… what’s your take?

Good question…

Like you, Doc, and many others as well, I am all about the physical book in my hands. But, I think that’s a function of age. We grew up in an era of books on paper and while some of us old farts have made the transition, many of us – like you and I – have not.

That said…

E-books are part of a new avenue in the book industry, just like POD.  If you don’t know what that is, POD stands for “Print on Demand.” This basically means that the book is printed on a digital press as opposed to offset, web, sheetfed, etc. That way it can be printed very quickly in smaller batches – when demanded (ordered) and the need for warehousing, extra insurance, inventory taxes, etc are alleviated. Yeah, I may just write the books, but I’ve done a little research.

POD technology was once the purview of not so high quality books put out by not so high quality publishers. Not ALL of them, mind you, but enough of them that the tech got a bad name from it, and bookstores & libraries shunned POD books. Unfortunately, some of them still do today, even though Print on Demand  has gone through its trials and tribulations, and has proven itself. In fact, now, almost every publisher on the block – from the big guy to the little guy – is using it for some or all of their titles. It saves money, time, trees, and still accomplishes the same goal. On top of that, there is now a machine – in the second or third generation by this point, I believe – called the Espresso Book Machine. You will find them in some bookstores and libraries. Just a few at the moment, but the number is growing. What this machine does is prints and binds a book for you right on the spot. Yes. What this means is, if the store doesn’t have the book in stock, if it is in the POD system as a digital file, you can have it produced for you right on the spot. Takes all of about 15 minutes. No more waiting for that call from the bookstore – which is sometimes forgotten – to let you know your special order finally showed up. Nope. If the store has an Espresso and the book is available via POD, you order it, go grab a cuppa, and then walk out the door with your freshly printed, still warm hunk o’ literature, and it doesn’t look any different than any other trade paperback on the shelves.

Cool, eh? I sorta think so…

And now, we have e-books…

In reality, e-books have been around almost as long as POD. And again, unfortunately, the tech was the purview of many a fly-by-night publisher that didn’t bother to edit what they were pushing. Still, it was an inexpensive way to get books out into the hands of the people.

And, I’ve always said, everyone has the right to be published. They don’t necessarily have the right to be “read,” however… But you have to have the first part before you can even take a crack at the second part.

Like POD, e-publishing has grown, worn a few hand-me-downs, ripped out its britches a few times, gone shopping, been awkward, had zits, started shaving, and now it has grown up into a young adult…

What I mean by that is this – With the proliferation of the Kindle, then the iPad, now the Sony e-reader (which had been around long before), Nook, Kobo, and others, digital readers are flourishing and coming into their own. More and more people are moving toward e-book versions.

So, my feelings?

1. It provides another avenue to get books – mine included – out to a new and ever expanding audience. That means more folks reading (which is good) and a few more jangling coins in my pocket (hopefully) which is good for my daughter’s college fund.
2. On the note of getting paid less – well, that’s a yes and no sorta thing. First off, authors don’t get paid anywhere near what people think we get paid, unless, of course, we happen to have a name like Grisham, King, Patterson, “Castle”… I even have an amusing / sad anecdote about that – The o-spring had a school project where she had to write a paper about someone “famous.” It warmed my heart to discover that she chose yours truly as the subject of her research. Unfortunately, a quarter of the way into it I was replaced by someone else because one of her classmates told her I couldn’t possibly be famous because we  lived in a modest, suburban house and weren’t “rich.” True story.
3. But, on to that money thing… Truth is, the royalty percentage on an e-book is generally higher than on a print book – depending upon your publisher and the contract you have with them. Some authors get ALL of the proceeds as they retained their electronic rights and do it themselves. Of course, the selling price of the e-book is usually lower than that of the print version. So, it all comes out in the wash, really.
4. On the note of boxes and boxes of books… I’m right there with you. And, when I am writing while on the road I will often carry a backpack filled with research materials. Ever try to do an OJ through O’Hare when you have 23 minutes between connections and you’re carrying 40 lbs of books and laptop computer on your back? Not fun… So, I’m definitely considering an e-reader of sorts – possibly even an iPad or some other ultra-compact tablet computer – to lighten my load just a bit.

I guess it’s sort of like the car never replacing the horse & buggy… We saw how that worked out. This is not to say that print books will disappear entirely. After all, there are still horses and buggies around. But, I do think they will eventually become a piece of nostalgia, possibly within our lifetimes. Some school / college libraries have already begun replacing hundreds of books from their shelves with electronic versions.

It’s flying, Orville. We’d best grab a seat before they are all taken…

Hope that answered your query Doc. Now I shall go have some more coffee and ponder what sort of e-reader I want to con E K into letting me buy.

More to come…

Murv