SilverSurfer
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The Head 'n Ass
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THE HEAD 'N ASS.
Howdy friends. It be the ole Gardner again. Sorry I ain't writ y'all
in quite a while, but that dang computer machine'a mine done broke
down. My pilot friend what lives near by done said some gadget he called a
"hard drive" what's buried down deep in that computer's innards done
"crashed." Mercy me! I doesn't have a clue what he be talkin' 'bout,
'n I surely didn't hear nuttin' go crash. It just stopped workin' 'n
the TV set hooked up to it turned blue. Last time I seen somethin' that
color was when I got myself sickly from somthin' bad I done et.
I was gettin' ready to take the darn thing to town to get it fixed when
we got hit with the biggest snow storm I done seen in quite a spell.
Now, y'knows I doesn't like bein' out in the cold much, 'n I be gettin'
too old to be shovelin' snow, so I curled up with the misses by the
fireplace in my cabin sippin' homebrew from a Mason jar 'n waited fur the
sun to melt it gone from the roads.
Now, round these parts, not too many folks got 'emselves a computer,
much less knows how to fix 'em. So, I boxed it up 'n the owner'a the
general store knew just where to send it away to get it fixed. It got
delivered back just the other day 'n my pilot friend come by the cabin 'n
hooked back up all the wires that run to that magic box. Yes, sir, I
be back in business writin' y'all once more. Now tell me truly;
y'missed me, didn't ya?
After he got the computer up 'n runnin' again, my pilot friend filled
me in 'bout what be goin' on at that there Flight Options outfit y'all
works fur. I hear tell the head boss gots a terrible case'a the ASS and
be getting' mighty desperate. My pilot friend showed me a letter he
done wrote to all the workers, hintin' yur outfit be on the brink'if'n
things don't get better. I been told the head boss at that there
NetJets outfit done wrote the same kinda gloom 'n doom letter just a few
years ago right 'afore 'em pilots' new Union negotiated their contract. I
wish I had a dollar under my mattress fur each time I seen one'a these
kinda' letters 'afore when I be helpin' out pilots over the years at
the big airlines.
Seems like these head bosses always followin' the same script 'n cryin'
poor whenever the Union be makin' headway in negotiations, like I hear
tell be happenin' fur y'all. That be 'specially true if'n the pilots
done made it clear they ain't gonna keep workin' lots more hours fur
lots less money than flyers what works at other outfits be makin'.
Today, yur brother 'n sister pilots workin' at NetJets be gettin' paid
almost twice what some'a y'all gettin' paid fur doin' the same job, but
doin' it less days a year. Even so, their outfit be makin' lots'a money 'n
buyin' lots'a new airplanes 'n growin' by leaps 'n bounds. I hear
tell dozens'a yur fellow pilots done quit yur outfit in the last few
months 'n many done gots 'emsleves hired on at NetJets. They be happy
campers now.
My pilot friend says 'nother one'a these airplane time-share outfits
like yurs called "Citation Shares" pretty much done matched NetJets pay
fur their pilots so's they wouldn't be losin' 'em. Meanwhile, yur head
boss with the ASS ain't yet figured out y'all done drawed a line in the
sand 'bout wantin' a contract what brings y'in line with what be goin'
on at these other flyin' outfits like yurs. I hear tell y'tired'a
suckin' hind teat.
Don't be fooled none. The head boss done wrote that letter tryin' to
scare y'all into rollin' over 'n playin' dead. He be hopin' to scare
y'just 'nough so y'be happy to merely have a job at yur outfit, even
though it be miserable 'cause the bosses treatin' y'mean, workin' y' hard
'n payin' y'poorly. I knows y'all way too smart to fall fur such a pile
a horse-hockey. It be plain to me yur head boss don't respect y'none.
I been told pilots be quittin' yur outfit to go flyin' at NetJets or
some other place cause they can make more money, have better workin'
conditions 'n benefits 'n spend more time at home with their families. Yur
head boss should'a figured that was gonna happen when 'em NetJets
pilots done got their newest contract. I hear tell yur outfit can't hire
enough new pilots to replace those be leavin'. Now, if'n pilots be
quittin' much faster than yur outfit can replace 'em, it be no wonder yur
head boss gonna have to be cuttin' back flyin' trips like he says in his
letter 'cause there be nobody 'round to drive 'em. If'n he not be
runnin' the planes he already gots, then it be easy to see yur outfit's
gots more flyin' machines than it needs. So, why buy new ones?
Yur head boss now says he givin' up on some'a 'em new airplanes he gots
on order. Y'might remember I wrote y'all mid-December time, right
after yur head boss done crowed in the press bout 'that there HIG group
buyin' yur outfit 'n puttin' up lots'a money to bring on a bunch'a 'em
"Phenom" flyin' machines. Back then, many'a y'all, includin' my pilot
friend, were pleased as punch, thinkin' y'done won the lottery. I told
y'not to be so excited. The exact words I writ at the time were:
"Now, I been 'round helpin' pilots for many'a year 'n I seen lots'a
flyin' outfits bought 'n sold 'n come 'n go. I also seen 'em place
orders to get new airplanes that never gets filled. So, I learned long ago
not to count my chickens 'afore they hatch. I be leery when I hears
'bout such buyin' 'n sellin' 'n airplane orders."
Yes, sir, it just goes to show y'all that the ole Gardner done knows
what he be talkin' 'bout. History has a way'a repeatin' itself, don't
y'know. Unlike yur big bosses who ain't always tellin' the truth, I done
tells it like it is.
I seen in the head boss's letter where he be worryin' some 'bout the
economy 'n the recession all 'em politicians in Washington be frettin'
'bout. He want's y'all believin' he be makin' yur outfit smaller 'cause
there be less demand from 'em rich folks y'all flyin' here 'n there
'round the country. He warnin' that 'em rich folks be cuttin' back on
usin' yur outfit's little jets. Now, I knows things be gettin' mighty
tough out there fur workin' folks, but most'a 'em rich folks gots more
money than they knows what to do with. Most gonna breeze thru the bad
times without missin'a beat. In fact, while the average family barely be
scrapin' by hopin' their house ain't foreclosed on by the bank, 'em
rich folks keep spendin' 'n spendin' durin' bad times. Fact is, many'a
'em rich folks gonna get lots richer if'n bad times come while average
folks be gettin' poorer.
Yur head boss also says he worryin' 'bout the price a gas to run yur
little jets. My pilot friend used the computer to find an interview yur
head boss give last summer to a magazine rich folks read called
"Forbes." He told the reporter that the price'a gas makes no nevermind to yur
outfit's customers cause they be so rich. Now he sayin' just the
opposite, tryin' to scare y'all. Seems to me yur head boss be sayin'
whatever he pleases, whenever he pleases, just to make whoever be foolish
'nough to listen to his dribble think he knows what he be talkin' bout.
Well, sir, the ole Gardner wasn't born yesterday.
Nope, if'n y'asks me, yur head boss be sayin' in his letter that he
doesn't have a clue how to run yur outfit, except to run it into the
ground. He can't keep 'nough pilots workin' here 'n he can't hire 'new
pilots fast 'nough to replace the ones be leavin'. He can't keep his
planes in the sky cause they mostly tired 'n broke 'n there ain't 'nough
pilots 'round to fly 'em. He askin' y'all to do yur part to keep the
customers happy while he 'n the other bosses be doin' everythin' to make
'em mad, just like he done made y'all mad.
Answer me this—if'n yur head boss can't get his planes in the sky, how
does he 'spect to keep the customers he already gots? Just like he
can't hire 'nough new pilots, he fur sure ain't figured out how to get new
customers, neither. Without pilots or customers, I ain't surprised he
ain't plannin' on flyin' as many trips as 'afore, or buyin' all the
new airplanes he once crowed 'bout. Like I says, I didn't believe him
none when he first told y'all bout 'em planes anyways. What really
surprises me is 'em smart folks runnin' that there HIG group keeps a head
boss who be such a screw-up in charge'a yur outfit. If'n he worked fur
me, I'd'a shown him the boot long ago. I been told he was shown the
door at the last outfit he worked fur after he done screwed it up to a
fair-thee-well.
PAGE 1
THE HEAD 'N ASS.
Howdy friends. It be the ole Gardner again. Sorry I ain't writ y'all
in quite a while, but that dang computer machine'a mine done broke
down. My pilot friend what lives near by done said some gadget he called a
"hard drive" what's buried down deep in that computer's innards done
"crashed." Mercy me! I doesn't have a clue what he be talkin' 'bout,
'n I surely didn't hear nuttin' go crash. It just stopped workin' 'n
the TV set hooked up to it turned blue. Last time I seen somethin' that
color was when I got myself sickly from somthin' bad I done et.
I was gettin' ready to take the darn thing to town to get it fixed when
we got hit with the biggest snow storm I done seen in quite a spell.
Now, y'knows I doesn't like bein' out in the cold much, 'n I be gettin'
too old to be shovelin' snow, so I curled up with the misses by the
fireplace in my cabin sippin' homebrew from a Mason jar 'n waited fur the
sun to melt it gone from the roads.
Now, round these parts, not too many folks got 'emselves a computer,
much less knows how to fix 'em. So, I boxed it up 'n the owner'a the
general store knew just where to send it away to get it fixed. It got
delivered back just the other day 'n my pilot friend come by the cabin 'n
hooked back up all the wires that run to that magic box. Yes, sir, I
be back in business writin' y'all once more. Now tell me truly;
y'missed me, didn't ya?
After he got the computer up 'n runnin' again, my pilot friend filled
me in 'bout what be goin' on at that there Flight Options outfit y'all
works fur. I hear tell the head boss gots a terrible case'a the ASS and
be getting' mighty desperate. My pilot friend showed me a letter he
done wrote to all the workers, hintin' yur outfit be on the brink'if'n
things don't get better. I been told the head boss at that there
NetJets outfit done wrote the same kinda gloom 'n doom letter just a few
years ago right 'afore 'em pilots' new Union negotiated their contract. I
wish I had a dollar under my mattress fur each time I seen one'a these
kinda' letters 'afore when I be helpin' out pilots over the years at
the big airlines.
Seems like these head bosses always followin' the same script 'n cryin'
poor whenever the Union be makin' headway in negotiations, like I hear
tell be happenin' fur y'all. That be 'specially true if'n the pilots
done made it clear they ain't gonna keep workin' lots more hours fur
lots less money than flyers what works at other outfits be makin'.
Today, yur brother 'n sister pilots workin' at NetJets be gettin' paid
almost twice what some'a y'all gettin' paid fur doin' the same job, but
doin' it less days a year. Even so, their outfit be makin' lots'a money 'n
buyin' lots'a new airplanes 'n growin' by leaps 'n bounds. I hear
tell dozens'a yur fellow pilots done quit yur outfit in the last few
months 'n many done gots 'emsleves hired on at NetJets. They be happy
campers now.
My pilot friend says 'nother one'a these airplane time-share outfits
like yurs called "Citation Shares" pretty much done matched NetJets pay
fur their pilots so's they wouldn't be losin' 'em. Meanwhile, yur head
boss with the ASS ain't yet figured out y'all done drawed a line in the
sand 'bout wantin' a contract what brings y'in line with what be goin'
on at these other flyin' outfits like yurs. I hear tell y'tired'a
suckin' hind teat.
Don't be fooled none. The head boss done wrote that letter tryin' to
scare y'all into rollin' over 'n playin' dead. He be hopin' to scare
y'just 'nough so y'be happy to merely have a job at yur outfit, even
though it be miserable 'cause the bosses treatin' y'mean, workin' y' hard
'n payin' y'poorly. I knows y'all way too smart to fall fur such a pile
a horse-hockey. It be plain to me yur head boss don't respect y'none.
I been told pilots be quittin' yur outfit to go flyin' at NetJets or
some other place cause they can make more money, have better workin'
conditions 'n benefits 'n spend more time at home with their families. Yur
head boss should'a figured that was gonna happen when 'em NetJets
pilots done got their newest contract. I hear tell yur outfit can't hire
enough new pilots to replace those be leavin'. Now, if'n pilots be
quittin' much faster than yur outfit can replace 'em, it be no wonder yur
head boss gonna have to be cuttin' back flyin' trips like he says in his
letter 'cause there be nobody 'round to drive 'em. If'n he not be
runnin' the planes he already gots, then it be easy to see yur outfit's
gots more flyin' machines than it needs. So, why buy new ones?
Yur head boss now says he givin' up on some'a 'em new airplanes he gots
on order. Y'might remember I wrote y'all mid-December time, right
after yur head boss done crowed in the press bout 'that there HIG group
buyin' yur outfit 'n puttin' up lots'a money to bring on a bunch'a 'em
"Phenom" flyin' machines. Back then, many'a y'all, includin' my pilot
friend, were pleased as punch, thinkin' y'done won the lottery. I told
y'not to be so excited. The exact words I writ at the time were:
"Now, I been 'round helpin' pilots for many'a year 'n I seen lots'a
flyin' outfits bought 'n sold 'n come 'n go. I also seen 'em place
orders to get new airplanes that never gets filled. So, I learned long ago
not to count my chickens 'afore they hatch. I be leery when I hears
'bout such buyin' 'n sellin' 'n airplane orders."
Yes, sir, it just goes to show y'all that the ole Gardner done knows
what he be talkin' 'bout. History has a way'a repeatin' itself, don't
y'know. Unlike yur big bosses who ain't always tellin' the truth, I done
tells it like it is.
I seen in the head boss's letter where he be worryin' some 'bout the
economy 'n the recession all 'em politicians in Washington be frettin'
'bout. He want's y'all believin' he be makin' yur outfit smaller 'cause
there be less demand from 'em rich folks y'all flyin' here 'n there
'round the country. He warnin' that 'em rich folks be cuttin' back on
usin' yur outfit's little jets. Now, I knows things be gettin' mighty
tough out there fur workin' folks, but most'a 'em rich folks gots more
money than they knows what to do with. Most gonna breeze thru the bad
times without missin'a beat. In fact, while the average family barely be
scrapin' by hopin' their house ain't foreclosed on by the bank, 'em
rich folks keep spendin' 'n spendin' durin' bad times. Fact is, many'a
'em rich folks gonna get lots richer if'n bad times come while average
folks be gettin' poorer.
Yur head boss also says he worryin' 'bout the price a gas to run yur
little jets. My pilot friend used the computer to find an interview yur
head boss give last summer to a magazine rich folks read called
"Forbes." He told the reporter that the price'a gas makes no nevermind to yur
outfit's customers cause they be so rich. Now he sayin' just the
opposite, tryin' to scare y'all. Seems to me yur head boss be sayin'
whatever he pleases, whenever he pleases, just to make whoever be foolish
'nough to listen to his dribble think he knows what he be talkin' bout.
Well, sir, the ole Gardner wasn't born yesterday.
Nope, if'n y'asks me, yur head boss be sayin' in his letter that he
doesn't have a clue how to run yur outfit, except to run it into the
ground. He can't keep 'nough pilots workin' here 'n he can't hire 'new
pilots fast 'nough to replace the ones be leavin'. He can't keep his
planes in the sky cause they mostly tired 'n broke 'n there ain't 'nough
pilots 'round to fly 'em. He askin' y'all to do yur part to keep the
customers happy while he 'n the other bosses be doin' everythin' to make
'em mad, just like he done made y'all mad.
Answer me this—if'n yur head boss can't get his planes in the sky, how
does he 'spect to keep the customers he already gots? Just like he
can't hire 'nough new pilots, he fur sure ain't figured out how to get new
customers, neither. Without pilots or customers, I ain't surprised he
ain't plannin' on flyin' as many trips as 'afore, or buyin' all the
new airplanes he once crowed 'bout. Like I says, I didn't believe him
none when he first told y'all bout 'em planes anyways. What really
surprises me is 'em smart folks runnin' that there HIG group keeps a head
boss who be such a screw-up in charge'a yur outfit. If'n he worked fur
me, I'd'a shown him the boot long ago. I been told he was shown the
door at the last outfit he worked fur after he done screwed it up to a
fair-thee-well.