Saturday, December 12, 2009

Downtown SLC during the Christmas Season

Temple Square in the wintertime is an astounding sight, it really is. Thousands of people flock from Utah, around the country, and around the world to come and see it every year. Every tree on the ground of Temple Square with lights elegantly entangled within the bare wintery branches. Oh, don't let me forget about the annual Mormon Tabernacle Christmas Concert!

Yeah, well, it's all real cute unless you're a resident, innocently trying to navigate through downtown to grab some dinner at a decent restaurant. I can't say I've ever really driven downtown on the night of a Mo-Tab Christmas Concert until these past Thursday and Friday nights. But I have an extremely difficult time when it's my turn to move forward every 5-7 minutes. Literally. I mean, we've got SLC Police Dept. directing traffic while traffic lights are doing their thing, even UTA employees directing traffic. Yeah, the people that drive buses and trains were directing traffic.

Listen. To keep from rambling, I'll get to the point. I think it goes without saying that traffic lights were invented to do exactly what they do: direct traffic. Really, let them do that. You couldn't get anywhere downtown those two nights. It was painful. But the kicker to the story is that traffic was directed into Capitol Hill area just north of Temple Square where there aren't traffic lights, just 4-way stops. It would only seem logical to me that they have cops and I guess, if entirely necessary, UTA personnel, directing traffic to allow pedestrians to cross safely. Drivers obey traffic lights.

Next year let's maybe do some planning. After all, this has been a traditional, annual event for how many years now? You'd think it would have been streamlined. You'd think they could patent their crowd control methods by now. But, as fate would have it, it seems the Nazis still sit above the LDS Church/SLC Police Dept./UTA for crowd control.

Merry Christmas!

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Revenge is sublime.

Foreword: Don't ever piss me off. This letter was given to my former manager at Winger's, a po-dunk little wing restaurant. It's evident that I wasn't happy, and I don't think it needs any further explanation. So, without further delay:

July 15, 2009

Maryanne,

Go take a look at yourself in the mirror. How unhappy of a person are you to make everyone around you feel miserable, yet feel not even the slightest bit of remorse? You are well aware that no one can stand being around you or being scrutinized by you. Those of us who have been insulted by you have never been more insulted by anyone; for someone like you who knows nothing about people, happiness, life, morals and ethics, feels justified in insulting we who are educated, kind, respectful, successful and upstanding. Your most ineffective method for gaining respect is through intimidation, belittlement, and insult, yet not one employee truly respects you, nor should they. Instead, they talk behind your back, insult you, disrespect you, belittle you, and mock you. Look at the employees around you. Do you see one happy face? The solemnity of those around you is purely a result of your own attitude. The turnover rate at your store is astounding, even more so that it’s all because of you. You try to cover your tracks, you think you’re doing so well at hiding your repertoire of mistakes and lies, but I see right through you—most people see right through you.

So let this letter serve as the strongest dose of karma you will probably ever encounter. I have no problem standing up to you, exposing your lies, uprooting your cozy way of life, ruining your day, your week your life. I feel no remorse or shame in anything I’ve said or will say. That being said, I encourage you to read on. Although, I can humorously imagine you rolling your eyes with a mischievous grin, thinking to yourself, “I don’t do that!”

I sincerely hope that the rest of your life is as miserable as it seems, hopefully worse, because we only get what we truly deserve in this life. And, as karma would have it, your life is rotten as a result of the way you treat others. If this letter doesn’t have you in tears by now, you truly have an ice-cold heart of stone. You are the most unkind, wretched, disrespectful, hateful, spiteful, vengeful wench that I have ever met (and probably most everyone who has ever crossed paths with you).

Best, Warmest Regards,

Jordan Richard Street

P.S. I hope you’re happy—I quit.

C.C.: Slaymaker Group, Inc. & Elena Shum (via U.S. Mail).

Thursday, June 25, 2009

First quick blog.

I'm only doing this because I seriously have to get to sleep before class tomorrow. But expect some intense blogging here, shortly.

Goodnight!