Well, I for one, am ready to fall off the edge. I hope the rest of you are as well, too.
Really? We elect these people to represent us and all we get from them is the inability to do the job they were elected to do, take vacations, and send our country into greater debt. Somehow, somewhere we’ve got to take a stand on all of this chaos. I, for certain, have had enough of this crap. I say fire or impeach them all! The Occupy Movement started out on the right foot, but got lost down the road.
Maybe what we do need is to go over the cliff. Most people couldn’t handle it. I am ready. Heck, I already live on the fringe of society. Most people don’t understand how I survive the way I do. And they certainly do understand why I choose to live the way I do. It all boils down to the fact that I’ve had enough of the “American Dream.” I’ve lived it, I’ve earned it, and when it didn’t want to let me back in because I was over-qualified, I figured out how to do things MY way. I think that’s where most people get lost. They have this idea of how their life is “supposed to be,” and when the plan doesn’t work out they become lost, depressed, and confused. And then our government gives them money – whether it be food stamps or unemployment or both – and it leads to a false sense of security. If you can’t figure out how to provide for yourself, you will never overcome the situation.
And heaven forbid, one becomes homeless in our society. Then one is automatically a mental case or a drug addict. I deal with more homeless people in my current situation than I ever knew in my corporate life. And you know what – the majority of them are just unable to take that next step and find out how they can actually contribute to our society and still survive. They are not mentally incompetent nor are they drug addicts.
Life is not about making the money and having the nice car and the nice clothes. Life is about helping each other out. It’s about finding out what makes you happy and truly living within your current means; whether you make $5 a day or $500 a day.
I am ready for this country to go “over the cliff.” I’ve been ready and I’m looking forward to it. We all need to take a huge step backwards and look at where all this greed has gotten us; both as individuals and as a country. You don’t own what you “have” – your creditors do. And our country is so far in debt, helping everyone else (before it can even help our own people), that we will never get out of this mess.
One quick fell swoop into the great oblivion is what we all need. It can only separate those who are able from those who aren’t. But, those who can rise above should be there to help those who are unable to do so on their own. That’s what this country was truly founded on – at least in my belief. This “keeping up with the Jones’” is for the birds. Who really gives a damn when you get down to it? Are you happy in your life? Is your family happy? Is all this commotion really worth it? I don’t think so.
I challenge you to take a huge step back and evaluate your life; your situation. Take a stand to say NO! Say NO to those you’ve elected! Say NO to those who want to put you down! Say YES to I can make a difference. AND THEN DO IT!!!
So yesterday I am driving to work. I get passed by two people in a school zone.
I pulled out of my job to run to the store. I need to pull out onto the main road in a semi-blind spot. I wait – no cars that I can see. I pull out; and low and behold, there is some guy right on my ass. Does he back off? Heck no. He tailgates me all the way to the light. Of course I need to make a right turn on red. So does the guy behind me. There are at least 50 cars going through the light that have the right of way. But do you think that guy behind me can wait. Oh no! He keeps beeping his horn for me to turn. Maybe he doesn’t realize that my vehicle is 14 yrs. old and although it looks good for it’s age, I am the only one who truly knows its capabilities. No way am I pulling out in traffic when I don’t have the right of way. Sucker can just wait till it’s safe for me to turn.
I finally get the chance to turn and as soon as the road splits into two lanes I hang to the right. Of course he goes flying around me – just to get into the left turn lane at the first sub-division. What a jerk!
Leaving the store and going back to work. Doing 52 in a 45 and I’m not quite sure what that was that just flew by. Dang! A pick-up truck doing at least 80.
People, yes PEOPLE, please just slow down. Life is too short. Sure maybe you’re 5 min. late, but a ticket or an accident is certainly going to delay you for much longer than 5 min. and maybe for ever.
Enjoy the scenery. Look around. Take in your surroundings. You just might see something new and interesting. Pretty good chance that will happen and make your day
Yes, you read that correctly. As of this past Wednesday, July 25, 2012, Burger King is now serving greasy, oily rubber bands in their Whoppers.
Rubber Bands found in Burger King Whopper
Close-up of Rubber Band found in Burger King Whopper
At 1:36 p.m. I went to the Burger King drive-through (Ramona, CA) and ordered two Wednesday Whopper specials (which by the way, recently went up $1.00 each). We then pulled around to their back parking lot to enjoy our lunch in the shade. After consuming several bites of my Whopper, I noticed something a bit extra chewy in my mouth, but blew it off assuming it was just that white part of a tomato that was a little extra chewy sometimes. A few bites later, my boyfriend looked at my sandwich and my paper wrapper and exclaimed, “What the heck is that!” I looked down at the wrapper and the burger and found that a greasy, oily fully intact rubber band had fallen out of my burger onto the wrapper.
Needless to say, my stomach turned immediately. I instantly knew that the chewy item had been a rubber band. I grabbed the remains of my sandwich (with the remaining rubber band) and my receipt and returned to the drive-through window. I asked the young gentleman who came to the window if I could please speak with the manager. I was told that they had no manager. I told him that was an unacceptable answer and that he had better go find someone in charge.
A few minutes later, a young woman came to the window and asked if she could help me. I told her that I needed to speak with the manager immediately. She looked at my wrapper and asked if the rubber band had been in my burger. I told her, “yes, and I need to speak with the manager right now.” She told me the manager was on the phone and was not available. I told her she needed to get the manager immediately and that I would wait.
A few more minutes later, the manager appeared at the window and offered to refund my money. Before I could say anything else, he disappeared with my receipt.
Meanwhile, the drive-through was backing up and quite honestly, I didn’t care. A few more minutes and the manager was back with my refund. He then tried to grab the remains of my burger (with the rubber band) – saying he would through it away. I snatched it back from him and told him that wouldn’t be necessary, as I needed it for evidence.
I then went back to my car and tried to call 1-866-425-4745, the “How Was It? Tell Us At:” phone number listed on the receipt. What I got was a recording stating that Burger King’s survey line was no longer active and then I was disconnected.
This was not going to end here! I then pulled out my laptop and googled Burger King (bk.com). After viewing several pages and their site map, I found their “Contact Us” link under company info. I clicked on that and proceeded to fill out my complaint online – only to find that they didn’t allow enough room to give a full account of what had happened. I submitted what I wrote.
I then went digging through their site a bit further, as my stomach was now thoroughly tied in knots – knowing that I had in fact ingested one of the rubber bands. I clicked on the “Investor Relations” link and on that page I found a link to “General Corporate Contacts.” I must say, it is almost impossible to find how to contact a person at this company via the phone.
Once arriving at the “General Corporate Contacts” page, I found two phone numbers looked promising for connecting to a live person. The first was to the Corporate Office (305-378-300). I tried that number, but only got a recording. I then tried the second number, “Customer Relations” (305-378-3535), where I got another recording that suggested I call 866-394-2493 to speak with Customer Relations.
It was now 1:58 pm Pacific Time, which meant it was 4:58 pm Eastern Time (where Burger King headquarters are located). I didn’t have much hope, but waited patiently through their elevator music hoping to speak with a live person. Finally, Susan answered the phone. She was actually quite polite, did not interrupt my account of what had happened, and repeated my account of the details back to me as she typed them into her computer. She told me that my complaint would be going out to three upper levels of management. I then gave her my phone number and my e-mail address and told her that I needed a response ASAP from someone in that company, preferably by phone.
Yesterday morning: After no response from Burger King, at 9:40 am, I called the San Diego County / Environmental Health PHD Epidemiology Liaison (858-505-6814) to register my complaint. Once again, I got voicemail, but I left my message and hung up.
At 11:53 am I received a call back from the Health Department and was told that an inspector had 5 working days to investigate this complaint and would call me back by the end of that time period.
At 12:56 pm I then called the Burger King “Customer Relations” number again and spoke with Roger. He looked up my phone number and found my complaint. He confirmed that it had, in fact been sent to three levels of upper management, and told me that someone would be contacting me soon. I thanked him and hung up.
As of today, Friday, July 27, 2012 at 10:02 am, I still have not heard from anyone at Burger King. I have only had 1 meal since the “incident”, and quite honestly, I am still very nauseated.
Check back for further updates.
7/28/12 – I’ve decided to keep all updates on this post. Yesterday I contacted the following entities in regard to this story: NBC San Diego, ABC San Diego, CBS San Diego, KPBS (San Diego), San Diego Union-Tribune and I made a post on sandiego.craigslist,org. I did receive a response back from Bill Osborne at the San Diego Union-Tribune that said he was forwarding my story on to Laura Wingard, the U-T topic editor who oversees their coverage of public safety issues.
Today, 7/28/12, I also posted on the Community Buzz @ RamonaVoices.com. I also sent an e-mail regarding this story to KUSI – San Diego.
I am having a really hard time understanding why 1) Burger King does not care what goes on in their stores and how dangerous this could potentially be to any customer or 2) why anyone else does not really seem appalled at this.
Does everyone in this country just “NOT CARE” anymore, about anyone??? Just because it happened to someone else does not mean it can’t happen to you!
Monday, July 30, 2012, 11:16 a.m.
Still no response from Burger King. No e-mail; No phone call. Heck, for all they know I am laying on the floor dead. Just not sure how else to get this across to America. Any suggestions?
8/1/12: 8:36 am PT
I called the Burger King Customer Relations line again. Once again, I spoke with Roger. We seemed quite surprised that I still had not heard from someone at Burger King. He told me that he would once again send an e-mail to the Corporate Office, the General Manager and the District Manager. He apologized for someone in the company not getting back to me and I told him that I understood that this was not “his” fault. I did tell him, again, that this was alarming to me. One would think that Burger King would not want this to happen to another customer and that they would have investigated this incident promptly and at least given me the courtesy of a phone call.
At 8:58 am this morning, I received a phone call from Greg Novak of the San Diego Health Department. He stated that he had in fact gone to the Ramona Burger King to investigate what had happened. He said he was unable to determine if the contamination occurred from a supplier or from the restaurant itself. He did state that he encountered great difficulty conversing with the manager at that store due to the manager’s lack of English. Unfortunately he had to speak with the assistant manager to have any dialog. I agreed with Mr. Novak, as I had encountered the same experience on Wed., July 25th. There were no employees that spoke and/or understood English well enough in that store. Mr. Novak advised me to keep the sandwich in question frozen should he or I need it in the future. He thanked me for bringing my concerns to his attention, especially since there have been recent findings of needles in airline food. I told Mr. Novak that I had posted my food contamination incident on this blog, as well as notified several news organizations. He said that was a good idea. He also suggested that I contact Burger King again, via e-mail.
It is now 11:22 a.m., Wednesday, August 1, 2012 and I still have not heard back from Burger King. Waiting patiently (if that is what you want to call it).
Tuesday, August 7, 2012: Still have not heard back from anyone at Burger King nor from any local media. Does this give you any idea how people get sick in this country?
Thursday, August 16, 2012: Still no word from Burger King. Wow! They need an education in customer service 101. I once again called their “Customer Relations” line at 12:19 PM, PT. This time I spoke with a guy by the name of Mark. He stated that he was able to confirm all of my previous calls to Burger King and that each call had been logged and sent to the 3 upper levels of management. He also told me, once again, that this call would be sent to the 3 upper levels of management. My comment was, BK could have had a janitor call me by now (like I would even know who was really calling) to apologize for the contamination of my food and “say” they would look into things, but obviously the “3 upper levels” of management could care less. I also told Mark that the San Diego Health Department had gone to the Ramona store and at least they had reported back to me. He seemed somewhat indifferent – no shock there. I told Mark that I expected a response from BK by tomorrow, 8/17/12, or that I would be left with very few alternatives. He said he couldn’t give me a timeframe when someone would or ever get back to me.
So, on that note, I still have the burger on ice and will no longer patiently wait for BK’s response after tomorrow.
Please, please, please do not patron Burger King – this is how they truly feel about their customers. They could really care less about what they feed and/or sell you, and even less if you have an unfortunate experience. Talk about how to get bad PR, this company is doing their darndest to accomplish that.
Friday, August 17, 2012; 10:54 AM:
I just received a call from Mr. Victor Lozano, Burger King Regional Manager. He stated that he was calling to express his apologies for the delay in returning my several phone calls and e-mail regarding the “rubber band” incident. He informed me that the Manager at the Ramona store was being removed for lack of communication of this incident to the Home / Regional Franchise office. Mr. Lozano was not aware of the recent San Diego Health Department inspection that was performed due to my complaint. I gave Mr. Lozano the phone number and name of the investigator, Greg Novak, so he could follow up with them, as well.
All in all, it is a shame that someone needs to send an e-mail and make 4 phone calls and threaten to call a lawyer for a company of Burger King’s size, in order to receive a return call of apology, if nothing else. I can honestly say, I will never eat at Burger King again – anywhere!
All this money being spent on politics / political campaigns…they should all be ashamed. $35,000+ to have a meal, etc. – all that money could be spent on our own people; not only feeding and housing them, but how about creating jobs such as repaving our roads or picking up trash? Heck, I’d even pick up trash – I’m tired of seeing it everywhere. Do we not give a crap about our own country or our own people anymore?
Wow, now you’ve got me going. I know it’s been awhile since I last had anything to say. I could blame it on being busy, which I have been; but that is no excuse. Trust me, I have a lot to say about a lot of things and today I’m going to start writing about what is really on my mind and really bugging me.
Look for my next post on Newt Gingrich – yes, I have a few comments on him and the press, in general, as well. And there will be upcoming posts on many other topics that I just have something to say about and need to get off my chest. Who knows, maybe some of you will feel strongly enough to comment on them and get some real conversation going.
“Resolutions made with voiced delusions of no possible solution; all awhile entrapped and surrounded by today’s mind pollution. Hopes still alive, and a need to cope, can only give light to the evolution of tomorrow’s spiritual revolution…”
~ Groba ~; LAG2007
Brilliance and Glamour radiates alive; “consuming” ever so many one at a time, only to thrive with the years last evening still bright and alive – with echoing laughter heard from afar, and even a cheeks tear ever so near; hope of hug, or even a kiss, still linger in the air. Insight felt a strong of something wrong, another, all alone, among the shadows, lost and in-need of someone who cares – setting the tone for the nights last stand…
A Las! The moment comes alive, and not a second too soon, for it is now a “Day Years Eve”…
With many “a-gather” , and me alone; a toast can beard – “RINGING” celebrated glasses – “a-clang”, “a -clang”, “a-clang”, as other sit and sadly sang – sang “in” that celebrated, ”Day Years Eve” “Auld Lang Syne”… The cheer is “typical”. grand for most; who’s toast only states who is drunder than most. Led outside, ever so cold, with no real reason except to cry: full of reflections, thoughts and visions alive, pondering on knowing how to survive, yet, still trying to unfold the understanding of the past gone bye – one can only look into the nights mid-nights dew for some sign of tomorrow’s anew…
Calamties excitement now past, and gone; leaving a feeling, as if, life’s dream is way too long – yet ever proud, as strong, one can be, it is the knowing that one’s heart can’t be wrong. Reflecting ever so, knowing of friends that left you to cry, and wishing of a moment to have again; yet, only knowing that you have another “Day Years New” to try to find it all over again… So many, so few, has there been, but as always – it just comes down to you again…
With all that said – felt, and understood – let’s jump right back in, and make one years end a new life my friend – Again, as always, sharing, giving and enlightening the way for all to know that you are a friend…
~ Groba ~
Life’s a puzzle, as am I – “the words a written” are always from my heart; and never knowing of what may come. One, me, I, and Thee, Brent – “Groba”, can only hope to enjoy life’s puzzling fun – so…
To the One, that has made mine just that – Let these words be “Yours”, and “Our”; from me, to you, for some how you are a “Shooting Star that just happened to fall with scooter and all; allowing me to again find beauty, and soulful truths to complete this “Day Years New”, and, to again, believe in tomorrow’s day anew.
So we were visiting some friends last night and man did I get fired up! Our friends have fallen on some hard times recently. They went and applied for food stamps and cash aid. They have been living in their truck for almost a month and just recently have found some work off of craigslist. So they tell us that their food stamps were reduced from the original amount they qualified for and they were not given any cash aid because he has a job (temporary, found off craigslist – but put on payroll for a few weeks).
Now you’re probably wondering why this irks me —
You see, if a family is only making $10-$12 bucks an hour and they are on payroll, that means their having taxes taken out. That doesn’t leave much left for a paycheck (my guestimate would be maybe $300 / wk. after taxes). With this they (a family of 3) are supposed to find housing and pay for gas to get to and from work everyday – remember, this is just a temporary job for a few weeks. I just don’t think you can find housing for 3 for less than $200 a week (if you go to a sleazy motel – and trust me those don’t even exist near where this guy is working) and then you have $100 left for gas and incidentals that food stamps do not cover. Sounds fair, so far.
My beef is how in the heck does this family ever get out of this situation?
Those people that run these programs have never been in their shoes and don’t have a clue. This system is designed for those that rely on the system and get rewarded by the system. It does nothing to help someone get back on their feet. It only keeps them down and constantly struggling.
Things need to change already – trust me, I know – I’ve been there. At least I didn’t have a small child to take care of when I went through it. Yes, you can prevail – but it sure takes a lot of unnecessary effort due to all the rules and regulations that are put on you. Driving to weekly classes on how to get a job, get job retraining, signing in daily at a job office and showing back up in the afternoon to sign out. Especially for people who have college degrees or have had successful past employment – this just doesn’t make sense. Classes on how to fill out a job application, how to dress for an interview, etc. – yes, these were all required classes I had to take just to get assistance.
Finally I just gave up – there were no jobs. I moved away and started my own business. Yes, it can be done. For a mere $22 investment, and using my own knowledge, I have built a small but thriving business. Not everyone is capable of accomplishing such a feat, but why degrade someone because they cannot find a job. I really think they need to reclassify people that come into the welfare system in some different way than they are currently. If you want to help these people who have recently lost their job, lost their home, moved their family across the country for a promised job that never transpired – help them – don’t degrade them and give them just enough help to keep them in the system. Help them to get back on their feet and they will become productive members of our society once again. They way our system works now, once your in “the system,” they pull you down till you have no self confidence left.
Woke up on a Sunday, found out it was Tuesday and didn’t know what to do –
So I rolled myself on over and turned on the television only to find CNN and re-runs of Scooby Doo…
That’s when I decided to give up television; change state, loose the Tunnel Vision and find myself –
My own Kick Ass Vision to bring out the best decision…
Stood all alone, far from any phone, dial tone or fucking Ring Tones –
Assuring myself “for that I am not alone.” I am just a thankful one without a phone and on the roam of my own…
Came across many at a loss, especially as the team lost –
Found that a three dog limit and a six pack high fills not only ones stomach, but make the mind wonder why?
Took to stay high an roll on, to be gone so that someday I just might finish this song –
Found many a dame far from any game, but unfortunately it was again a shame, with no one to blame unless I was to be lame…
Found many in my surround town after town, but none that could handle me and my crown –
Bleakness follows the weakness that lingers within thy freakiness, yet always reminded that I am here to help lead the blinded…
Ever so blind is this mankind, too many for me, myself and I –
The Vision still strong, energy alive; yet I am wondering who else just might take my bet…