Who Is Bill Hosko?

I received a nice email from a supporter of Bill Hosko shortly after I published my post about the St. Paul City Council race in Ward 2. It was a friendly email from a woman who currently works for Bill.

Rather than paraphrase, I’ll just post it:

Your experience is your experience and I won’t doubt what it was like for you to work for Bill.  But I feel obligated to let you know that I have been doing some contract work for him on this campaign and he has been good about paying what I’ve billed for.  I am able to set my own schedule and if that means he needs to wait a few days for work to be done, then he waits.  If there’s an error, he shrugs it off.  He’s particular (even exceedingly picky about details), and I wouldn’t call him the easiest client, but he is able to maintain a professional demeanor, and his debate performance and interaction with voters he meets seems to be appropriate as well.    Has he changed over the past four years?   I haven’t known him long, so I can only attest to my work experience these past few months.  But it’s possible.

Can A Tiger Change His Stripes?

Is it possible that Bill has changed or more likely that this person hasn’t worked for Bill long enough? I don’t know. I don’t believe that Bill fired me because of a typo or because I chose to take the day off on a national holiday. He fired me because he found someone he preferred to run his campaign.

I met Bill one afternoon on a sales call. I was selling POS systems and he was on my list of business to annoy. We got to talking and eventually he asked me to be his campaign manager. I made it clear I knew nothing about political campaigns. He offered me considerably more than the nothing I was making selling credit card processing to people who couldn’t qualify for it with conventional companies, so I took the job.

I worked my tail off for Bill Hosko. I gave up my nights and weekends to work on his personal website as well as his campaign website. I sat in his store while he was out knocking on doors unable to do the campaign work because his computer system was so archaic. After spending the day in his store I would go home and work another 5-6 hours on his websites. I was his ‘date’ at campaign functions around the city.  He called at all hours of the day and night. He had me drive him around town because he didn’t have a car. He would actually ask me to drop him off a block before his destination so that it looked as if he had walked rather than gotten a ride. He prided himself on knocking on each and every door of the ward several times, and it wouldn’t look good if he was getting a ride. I thought it was silly, what was so wrong with getting a ride to an appointment, but he insisted he had an image to maintain. Whatever.

No Harm, No Foul

Halfway through the campaign Bill met a man whom he thought would make a much better campaign manager. I’m not sure his qualifications were any better than mine but if Bill preferred to have someone else doing the job I certainly wouldn’t have stood in his way. He needed to do what was best for the campaign and if that meant changing my role or eliminating it completely then that is what he should have done. He demoted me in the press by calling me an independent contractor whom he hired to place signs in people’s yards. One lie led to another. It was actually kinda sad.

Is Anyone There?

Bill didn’t sit me down and tell me what was going on. He didn’t tell me he had found someone else to do the job. After winning the primary he refused my phone calls. He actually hung up on me a couple of times (damn cell phones!). After a week of trying to contact him to see what we needed to do for the next part of the campaign it was clear that I had no job anymore. Bill didn’t have the balls to tell me the truth, he didn’t even have the balls to lie to me for a whole week. Eventually he sent me an email telling me I was let go because of the typo and taking the holiday off.

When I asked him to pay me he refused. He said something like I hadn’t earned the money he was paying me and therefore he wouldn’t be paying me for the final week he owed me. He made some noises about how I wasn’t qualified to earn as much as he was paying me because I had no experience. He didn’t care that I had two kids to feed and that I now had no job just as the economy around the world was tanking. He’d promised me employment if he won the election.

Yeah, I Missed a Typo

To be fair I have to admit that I did indeed make a typo on his website and I did take off Labor Day to spend with my family. However, it was with his blessing. He never once suggested I not take the day off. Of course he didn’t, by that time he didn’t want me as part of the campaign. Has anyone been fired for a typo or taking a national holiday off? Can you fire someone for taking a national holiday off?

Bringing in the Big Guns

I had to call an attorney who eventually convinced him to pay me, though it took many weeks and cost me financially while he delayed payment.

Bill could have handled it differently. He could have chosen to lead rather than be a coward and hide behind silly excuses.

I don’t know about you, but I want someone with courage, conviction and integrity representing me in my fair city. I don’t want someone who doesn’t have the courage to tell the truth. I want someone who can stand up and do the right thing, not someone who hides behind bad cell phone connections and poor excuses.

But that’s just me.

Up next, Who’s a Homophobe?

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I’m getting old

cranky old lady, what do old people do when they are old, how do you know when you are old, what happens when you get old, at what age are you old, I’m getting old, I can’t deny it anymore. I am no longer the young, flexible, easy going person I like to pretend that I am.

Damn Pumpkin

A couple of weeks ago I threw out my back while picking up a pumpkin with my daughter. It wasn’t even a large pumpkin, just your average sized squash but I turned just the wrong way and ‘crick’ my back went out.

No, I’m not in any pain

I ignored it for a longer than I should have. I wanted to pretend that it would take care of itself if I just ignored it. I didn’t care that I couldn’t move without severe pain, that I shouldn’t have been driving because there was absolutely no way I could back out of a parking space or change lanes without looking to see if anyone was there. Thankfully there wasn’t.

Old people can’t wear FMPs?!?

I didn’t want to admit that I was getting older. That instead of roaming the mall for the latest pair of trendy boots I should be searching for life insurance quotes online or searching for info on Wikipedia about what old people do.

What do old people do?

I’m now 45, I think, and when my father was this age I thought he was really old. Now when someone says they are 45 or younger I think of them as being young. Young like 20 or maybe 30 but certainly not old like 45. 45 is nearly 50 and that’s way old to me now.

I’m sure it won’t be in five years but right now it’s just this huge road sign up ahead that says “You’re Old, Turn Here”. Or something like that.

I was never that flexible it turns out but I was sorta easy going. I let most things roll off my back.

I could go with the flow

Not anymore. I watch as the mailman and children in the neighborhood walk across my grass. I don’t have a sign that tells them to stay off my grass but I really believe that they ought to know to do this.

They don’t.

Not even my own kids, who watch me hissing at the mailman and neighborhood kids, seem to understand that they need to

STAY OFF THE DAMN GRASS!!

I’m pretty sure if I want a decent life insurance policy I am going to need to chill out about the grass. I am sure there is some kind of screening process for old fogies who can’t let people walk on their lawn. I also know I will fail it.

 

 

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My Spam is Getting Out of Hand

getting to much spam in your inbox, how to cook spam, how to get rid of spam, why is there so much spam email, funny spam emails, funny emails that are spam, why are spammers so relentlessI enjoy funny spam emails just as much as the next humor bloggers. I do, but lately I have been getting some of the strangest spam emails. Sure I get the ones for Online Trading, and Viagra knock offs all the time, who doesn’t? Those don’t bother me for some reason. The latest annoying spam that has been filling my junk mail is from a woman in Russia who wants to hook up with me.

Can I ask you? “Was you ever have sex with a Russian girl? Would you like to try it?” I am now in America – a guy looking for dating and sex.

The sender of this email is Alanna and while usually “Alanna” is a feminine name in the US it could very well be masculine in Russia (what are we calling it now?). Seems to me there were many men named Sasha on shows like Hogan’s Heroes and all the Bond movies. So I can let that go but then you get into the body of the email and it gets really confusing, and I’m not even talking about the bad grammar.

Is Alanna a guy or a girl? And isn’t Alanna a little forward? She or he is looking for dating, preferably someone who has had sex with a Russian girl, so it seems to me she/he is looking for a little more than just dating. Or am I interpreting this email incorrectly?

Another Spam email I get on a regular basis (and not nearly as handy as the ones from the online broker) is this little ditty:

Good Evening, I was having trouble sleeping as usual reading on AOLs county self-employed spotlight on wednesday and looked into some new work from anywhere opportunity where soldiers consistently bring home up to $2700 every few days of course they didnt understand most of it at first yet still i really had to give it a try & thank god I did since I’ve somehow made $295.06 by my 2nd day. its surprisingly not hard at all Ive already gotten paid once straight into my checking account… it is the most amazing thing that’s happend to us this year,Here’s the link..  yeahideletedit.com  I really think nearly everybody that has internet can do the thing which is why I am sending this to all our new friends & those i care about. Id like you to join and earn some income your self.. you can also share this mail with everybody you know who needs extra income so we can all recover from this economic nightmare!

Quote of the Day

“too eager, or to let my informant know or guess too much,
had dreamed at all that night.
WIDOW QUIN.  It’d be a crazy pot-boy’d lodge him in the shebeen where he”

Now I do a lot of SEO work, I know about spinning (though I am proud to say I don’t use spinning software) and this is some really bad spinning. I’m going to totally not rag on this person for the lack of comma usage but wtf is that quote at the end?
The problem with this spam is that it is not getting flagged as spam. It’s ending up in my real email even though I have blacklisted it. The return address keep changing which means these are some slimmer spammers.
What happened to the spammers who were respectable? They sent you an email about Cialis or stock trading and after they were pegged as spam they never got through again. This new breed or email spammers are relentless. They don’t care that you don’t want what they have, they are going to keep sending those emails, dammit.
Do you have any spammers that just won’t give up?
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