To me, Freedom is often closely linked with the concepts of justice and equality. This country defines who is not a slave, or a subject, or prevented the desires of others in a coercive manner. In other words, allowing a man to decide if he wants to do something or not, makes him free, but also accountable for his actions. To have a free expression and not rely on others. However doing what you want to do, in a rebellious way,is not my concept of freedom. I do not agree with that, because some people are anarchists and i believe this world needs a better organization to control justice.
My feelings towards complete government control are mixed. I agree that we need some kind of government control, but don't think the government should take full control. We need rules and control, otherwise we would live in a world of disaster. At the end of the day I think it comes down between safety and freedom. The more safety we want from our government, the more freedom will be taken away from us. There are laws now regulating everything, from being forced to wear our seatbelts to what our kids are being permited to wear in schools.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Wow, what a call! There are infinite ways that the Customer Service Representatives(CSR)could have made this call a lot easier for the caller. They had no intention of helping this custmer at all, and these types of situations really do happen.
First, I would start by turning the volume up my ear piece. It surely looked like the representative had a terrible hearing problem. Now that call is clearer, I would pull out a notepad and make a quick note of what the customer was saying. This way he wouldn't have to keep repeating himself. Especially when it comes to numbers, abreviations, and codes stuff like that. That's pretty hard to remember right away.
I think that customer service means going out of your way to help a customer. If what you're doing is completely legal and you're not down grading or making your company look bad, then yes, I would go out of my way to help any customer.
Finally, after I've checked all my resources, and if I still could not help him, Then I would direct him to another hotline, that maybe can help him. I Would apologize for the inconvenience, and direct him to the other hotline.
First, I would start by turning the volume up my ear piece. It surely looked like the representative had a terrible hearing problem. Now that call is clearer, I would pull out a notepad and make a quick note of what the customer was saying. This way he wouldn't have to keep repeating himself. Especially when it comes to numbers, abreviations, and codes stuff like that. That's pretty hard to remember right away.
I think that customer service means going out of your way to help a customer. If what you're doing is completely legal and you're not down grading or making your company look bad, then yes, I would go out of my way to help any customer.
Finally, after I've checked all my resources, and if I still could not help him, Then I would direct him to another hotline, that maybe can help him. I Would apologize for the inconvenience, and direct him to the other hotline.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Date: September 26, 2010
To: Venton Hughes, CEO
From: Mr. Shush, the cleaning dept.
Subject: Hanna Simpson
Mr. Hughes, I feel honored, that once again you have chosen me to carry out this macabre plan. I checked my bank account and just as we agreed you tripled the sum of the last "job" I did for you. I would expect nothing less from a guy like you. It is my pleasure doing business with you, and As we agreed, I was not to contact you until the job was done. In this email I will give you detailed information on how the murder was committed (evil laugh).
All the information you gave me on the phone really made this easier than what I expected. I followed Hanna to and from work for several days. Deep inside me I wanted this murder to be different, I wanted to feel her dying in my hands. I didn't want it to be like your ex wife's murder "a simple hard attack". No, my plans here were malevolence towards her. I planned every detailed carefully. I had the perfect murder in my hands.
As I investigated her more and more I became even more curious about her. I don't know what it was, but there was just something about this Hanna that didn't seem right. The days past, and finally that day was here. The day of the last day of Hanna Simpson, "The Hanna Murder Day".
Everything was going as planned, the day just seemed the perfect day for a murder. That morning I broke into Hanna's house, right after she left for work. The plan was for me to wait there until she got back home from work, but something occurred, "Could this be?" I said to myself. I could not believe what I was discovering in that women's house. Her name was Hanna Simpson, she was raised in the same town as I was, and went to the same schools that I went to. I Found a year book inside her dresser drawers. "Hanna?, My Hanna?" I took a moment to think things through. I didn't understand what was going on. "why didn't I realized this before?" It's been 20 years since I've seen my long loved Hanna, and now I'm in her house, planning to murder her??.
You see Mr.Hughes, you might not understand this, but after my life fulfilling discovery, there was no way I could continue with this murder, I've loved Hanna all my life and now I found her. the good news is that she's accepted me, she loves me and she has also been waiting for me for these past 20 years. "Could you believe that, Mr. Hughes?" who would of ever though that you, would reunite me with my long lost love? I must admit, once again "it has been my pleasure doing business with you sir", but wait there's more!
You know Mr.Hughes, there are some things in life that you just can't leave without being handled, "you know what I mean?" you know kinda' like that feeling you have now towards me, for not killing Hanna. Well, to me you are that same feeling, so in this letter that you are holding, I have compressed liquid poison, that with just one touch your hands will start to disintegrate, it takes exactly three minutes from the time of contact for this to happen. Not only would your hands disintegrate but the poison will find it's way from your skin to your brain, and slowly and painfully you will die. Surely the process has begun. As for Hanna and I, we are on our way to paradise with all the money that you have granted me. Thanks again senior Venton. My best wishes to you in hell (evil laugh). Life is great!!
To: Venton Hughes, CEO
From: Mr. Shush, the cleaning dept.
Subject: Hanna Simpson
Mr. Hughes, I feel honored, that once again you have chosen me to carry out this macabre plan. I checked my bank account and just as we agreed you tripled the sum of the last "job" I did for you. I would expect nothing less from a guy like you. It is my pleasure doing business with you, and As we agreed, I was not to contact you until the job was done. In this email I will give you detailed information on how the murder was committed (evil laugh).
All the information you gave me on the phone really made this easier than what I expected. I followed Hanna to and from work for several days. Deep inside me I wanted this murder to be different, I wanted to feel her dying in my hands. I didn't want it to be like your ex wife's murder "a simple hard attack". No, my plans here were malevolence towards her. I planned every detailed carefully. I had the perfect murder in my hands.
As I investigated her more and more I became even more curious about her. I don't know what it was, but there was just something about this Hanna that didn't seem right. The days past, and finally that day was here. The day of the last day of Hanna Simpson, "The Hanna Murder Day".
Everything was going as planned, the day just seemed the perfect day for a murder. That morning I broke into Hanna's house, right after she left for work. The plan was for me to wait there until she got back home from work, but something occurred, "Could this be?" I said to myself. I could not believe what I was discovering in that women's house. Her name was Hanna Simpson, she was raised in the same town as I was, and went to the same schools that I went to. I Found a year book inside her dresser drawers. "Hanna?, My Hanna?" I took a moment to think things through. I didn't understand what was going on. "why didn't I realized this before?" It's been 20 years since I've seen my long loved Hanna, and now I'm in her house, planning to murder her??.
You see Mr.Hughes, you might not understand this, but after my life fulfilling discovery, there was no way I could continue with this murder, I've loved Hanna all my life and now I found her. the good news is that she's accepted me, she loves me and she has also been waiting for me for these past 20 years. "Could you believe that, Mr. Hughes?" who would of ever though that you, would reunite me with my long lost love? I must admit, once again "it has been my pleasure doing business with you sir", but wait there's more!
You know Mr.Hughes, there are some things in life that you just can't leave without being handled, "you know what I mean?" you know kinda' like that feeling you have now towards me, for not killing Hanna. Well, to me you are that same feeling, so in this letter that you are holding, I have compressed liquid poison, that with just one touch your hands will start to disintegrate, it takes exactly three minutes from the time of contact for this to happen. Not only would your hands disintegrate but the poison will find it's way from your skin to your brain, and slowly and painfully you will die. Surely the process has begun. As for Hanna and I, we are on our way to paradise with all the money that you have granted me. Thanks again senior Venton. My best wishes to you in hell (evil laugh). Life is great!!
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Tim Watkins, The Employee Who Knew Too Much.
First of all, I must say, "laugh out loud!" That was one funny email. Hey, I'm still laughing, yah know? Hehe!
The first email blunder Tim has committed I must say is , ”using his work email to send sensitive personal information and making funny comments, while working”. I mean the first thing I would ask Tim is, “how do you find the time to do this, if you’re working?” and the content of the email is very explicit. Tim did not leave one detail out. “not very smart Tim!” That moves me to the next blunder. Tim has incriminated several people in this email. He gave very detailed information of the people involved, especially about his self. He mentioned everything from his exciting sneaky nights in Pat’s office, to his malicious date with his “lamb chop” in the basement.
My last blunder goes out to the company for not monitoring employee email use, and also for being cheap and not having cameras on 24/7.
Mr. Watkins is a man with no moral standards and will be prosecuted for using company email to receive illegal or embarrassing messages. As his supervisor, I will escalate this case to my superior. They will take care of it. Tim’s outcome would be either in jail, or slaughtered by the US military. Yeah, I say “slaughtered” he knows too much!
P.S. Tim’s snookie and his friend Teddy, have already been killed
The first email blunder Tim has committed I must say is , ”using his work email to send sensitive personal information and making funny comments, while working”. I mean the first thing I would ask Tim is, “how do you find the time to do this, if you’re working?” and the content of the email is very explicit. Tim did not leave one detail out. “not very smart Tim!” That moves me to the next blunder. Tim has incriminated several people in this email. He gave very detailed information of the people involved, especially about his self. He mentioned everything from his exciting sneaky nights in Pat’s office, to his malicious date with his “lamb chop” in the basement.
My last blunder goes out to the company for not monitoring employee email use, and also for being cheap and not having cameras on 24/7.
Mr. Watkins is a man with no moral standards and will be prosecuted for using company email to receive illegal or embarrassing messages. As his supervisor, I will escalate this case to my superior. They will take care of it. Tim’s outcome would be either in jail, or slaughtered by the US military. Yeah, I say “slaughtered” he knows too much!
P.S. Tim’s snookie and his friend Teddy, have already been killed
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