You've heard of The Dagwood.

 Well, this is The K.

 (Sandwich and Photo by K).

It sucks when you get a number of notifications, on Facebook,

and they are from someone you don’t know and don’t care about.

It clogs up your space. And time.

Do you realize that the first sip you take

out of any cup of water is a virgin kiss to that water?

I'm starting a band called Rolling Roses and Guns.

In it I will star as a character who is either a cross-between

or crosses over Axl and Mick.

I found my finger in my nose this morning emerging with a huge green and red booger on it. I did not want to flick it on my floor, so I flicked it in the direction of one of the dogs, sort of hoping that it would land on him, and then wind up outside when I took the dog out to piss.

I think that she is coming through for me

so I could go ahead and use up what I have,

but I won’t just in case she doesn’t.

The dogs always know when it is close to 9am, and they know when it is close to 6pm, as these are their feeding times. They will start growling at me at about a half hour out from these times, and will start barking at me as we get closer to my putting food in their bowls.

I was down to the last puff of pot that I would have for two weeks. And then the last puff turned into half a puff, and I was forced to go with that until some money arrived.

Sometimes, I come up with titles for poems, and I will write the title down, and then never write the poem. Titles are scattered through folders in my hard drive. Come on baby love me. Let’s go inside.

We may not have much, but we got the fancy, expensive ketchup, the one that stands upside down. That should count for something, shouldn’t it?

I decided to start the trek over to search for a publisher for my book of poems, “Love and other things Insane.” The first stop was Google because I was totally cold-calling, I had not one friend nor associate in the business and I was wanting in.

Showing results for where to publish your book of poetry, “Love and other things Insane.”

If I had more, I would; you know what I’m saying. Tee hee. Tee hee.

I was down to the last puff of pot that I would have for two weeks. And then the last puff turned into half a puff, and I was forced to go with that until some money arrived.

I still need to do the dusting. Man, I hate dusting.

 And the microwave buzzer keeps going off, it's obnoxious,

 and it won't stop until I get my raspberry zinger herbal tea

 out of it. I hate when I create my own problems. Life would

 just be so much more sensible to not do things that way.

With cell phones, my need to keep my kids pictures in my wallet, disappeared. I have the smallest possible wallet and my goal is to get one even smaller. Amazing all the trash they force us to carry in out wallets. Couldn't they just put an implant me, and let me roll thru the detector.

There is some stupid that background checks are not going to figure out.

I wish I had four of those big gumbo things,

 the kind you find in bubble gum machines inside

 of fancy stores, and other such places.

Seek help. Grab a white chip, or something.

“Thank God every morning when you get up that you have something to do that day, which must be done, whether you like it or not.”--James Russell Lowell

“You live longer once you realize that any time spent being unhappy is wasted.” Ruth E. Renkl

You're being too loud and suspicious looking.

Historically, I have not been the world’s biggest forgiver. I rather let time take away all that was bad about a situation. After I haven’t seen folks in a while, I can’t even remember what I was mad about in the first place. And, hopefully, neither can they!

These was big men. And there was big money on the stage.

And each one of them had come to win. Win, no matter what.

These men would kill you to win, whoever you were that got in

their way or could enable them onto the victory. They were like characters out of a Bob Dylan song, Bob singing on one of this

recent cds.

You know what I’m going to do about it? I’m going to stay out of it. I’m going to bite my tongue, and take a run from the scene of the accident. Don’t help to make me be another skeleton that didn’t have to die today.

Oh my god pressure, oh ho pressure

here we go, oh no, dear god please save us

dear god please slow things down and let

us get up off the hit parade.

Oh God don’t let this thing land upon us.

Oh God is there anywhere we can go to save us?

Who can help? Is anyone listening? Am I talking

to myself?

Out of all the cookies that I have eaten, this is the one that I ate with the most regrets because she was the most beautiful cookie that I had ever been entertained with. It was a beautiful Guitar Cookie, given to me by Keren Lippo, and her new cd presenting, "Gypsy Road," possee!! The cookie was delicious to taste. I'm glad that I didn't let it sit there and get yukky by preserving it for something stupid.

Our new gold fish Patsy is not moving about much. Joan says maybe it is culture shock that the fish feels as if she has moved from NYC to a store front in Albany, Ga. Perhaps she feels like the gal in Green Acres who was always screaming, “City Life!”

We watched the baby turtles, George and John, eat tonight. It was such fun to see the small things(each not much larger than my thumbnail)gulp the small baby food down that I had put in their water for them. There is a peace sign in their tank. Watching them move about their home is very zen for me, meditative. They are so

graceful and watching them makes me calm, puts me in the now. There is nothing but the turtles and I, when I tune into them: no evil corporations, no war, no traffic, no meanness of any kind. Joan is beginning to get addicted to them, also, though she is more a fan of The Bird.

I kick in Dear Mr. Fantasy by Traffic to start the day. John Lennon, our new baby turtle, sticks his head out from underneath

the large rock that he has slept under to see what the music is all about. I read an article, yesterday, that said that turtles love music, as long as it is not played too loud.

I leave the room, to get some dental floss.(There is one tooth  in the very back of my mouth that always grabs a bit of whatever it is that I eat. It is a real pain in the ass, or mouth, rather). The bird starts squawking and I fancy that she is squawking because I have left her, though I have no proof of this. She is a moody being. Sometimes, I think that she cares about me, and, sometimes, I think that she wants to sink her beak in my neck.

My partner, Joan, is an amazing woman in so many ways. She is smart, sexy, creative, kind, caring, loving. Yesterday, she undid thirteen screws in our vacuum cleaner and fixed the broken machine by cleaning out an ungodly amount of dog and cat hair. Several weeks ago, she fixed the plumbing in our kitchen, putting in a new pipe, saving us hundreds of dollars in plumber fees.

I can barely bang a nail into a wall, so it is that I look to my woman for help in fixing things about the house.

It’s a great day to be alive.

Living with a woman, I am constantly having to raise the toilet seat, and loving that woman as I do, after using the toilet, I try to remember to always put the seat back down. It might just be the simple things that make a relationship work, that when you add up all the simple things, they become something more, something that solidifies the relationship like super glue does most everything that it touches. I want my relationship cemented solidly.

The nature of my guitar playing lends itself much more to playing unplugged than it does cranking it electric. You can’t tell how lousy I am when I play it unplugged. About a minute into practicing, this morning, there were loud crashing sounds from the hallway bathroom. I ran to the facility and found my cat, Kobain, knocking over Joan’s ceramic angels and doves, in a vain attempt to sit on the open bathroom window sill. Kobain has never tried to sit in this window before, though he does love to sit in open windows. Kobain has, also, recently started to jump up on the bureau in the bedroom, knocking over framed pictures. Why is he suddenly embarking on new territory?

I’m a moron. The cable was stuck on Channel 3. I did everything I could to fix it, including Googling the problem. Then I called a tech at Comcast. He worked with me for about a half hour. Nothing that he did worked. I was very frustrated, and, I believe, so was he. Then I looked on the arm of the couch and saw the cable company’s remote. I had been using the wrong remote, which worked to turn the tv off, and work the volume strangely.

I just put both of my dogs in the kennel that Joan had built for her dog Pretti Penni in the back of this old brick house. Penni loves to hang out in the kennel, but my dogs don’t. They both pulled hard on their leash, to resist going in, as I opened the gate to put them in there with Penni, to get a couple of hours of sunshine.

Dylan, I had to leash to the fence, as he, somehow, knows how to get out of the kennel. He is sitting happily, now, seeming to be in good spirits about the whole thing. Wrong. Dylan, half Rottweiler, the bad half, has started barking at invisible chipmunks and squirrels in the woods back behind of the kennel. Dylan has, also, burrowed in the dirt, making himself a comfy bed. Morisson is standing by the exit gate, acting as if he expects me to come release him any minute, now.

I am playing The Jackson Five. The bird is singing along with Michael. The baby turtles, John Lennon and George Harrison, are swimming, happily, from one end of their aquarium.

My turtle, Rue Paul, still has not figured out that the floating basking rock that she used to lay upon, so happily, in her old tank, to bask upon under the heat light, is in place in her new aquarium, at the exact height that it was placed in her old tank. I have even put a rock underneath it for her to climb up on to get to the basking rock, but, so far, three or four days into her new aquarium, Rue has not figured out that the rock is accessible to her. I’m not sure if she is a stupid turtle; but I thinks not. Over the eight or so years that we have been together this turtle has showed her brain to me in many situations. I’m sure that when Rue is ready, she will mount the basking rock and catch her some heat waves. With turtles, patience is certainly a virtue.

 If a Catholic boy or girl chants, "Hare Krishna,"

while listening to a George Harrison song, is he,

or she, sinning in the eyes of the church?

I hear some losing my religion coming on…

If you are playing Motley Crue and the song,

 "Shout at The Devil," comes on, and you find

 yourself singing, "Shout. Shout," are you worshipping

 The Devil?

The baby turtles are eating. It does my soul good to see them enjoy a meal, knowing that one day they will be grownup turtles.

I don’t believe in Satan. Satan is a concept developed to keep people in line by others who wanted to rule them. If God is good

then there must be something bad. If there is no Satan, does it follow that there is no God: in my book no. I choose to turn my will over to a Higher Power, who I, mostly, choose to call God. I find life easier living it with faith, though I do not know exactly what, or whom, it is that I am having faith in.

I was raised Catholic as a kid, and left the church when I was nineteen. I was at one of the new Sunday night masses that the church had started offering, and I looked over and saw a guy who I was in a frat with sitting in one of the pews.

WHAT is HE doing here I thought to myself. Last night he was getting drunk and trying to get laid at a Fraternity Party populated with young sorority gals. Then I looked at myself, I had gotten drunk, myself, and I had gotten laid. I then realized that I was not living the life that the church said that I should live, so I walked away from the church. When I sobered up, some thirteen years later, I tried going back to the church, but what I was hearing from the priests mouths did not jive with what I saw around me, and believed in.

I have no problem with whatever religion you choose, whichever God you choose to follow, just, please, don’t try to stick your God up my butt.

I lived in Tallahassee from 75 to 79, drinking my way out of FSU one class short of a business degree. Go Noles!!!!

I think that Joan said that birds were attracted to fresh cut grass.

 Looking out my back window I see a robin, a male cardinal. and

 a blue jay frolicking in the lawn that I just cut.

She barfed on my penis, and then got out of the car, leaving her bag of pot behind. I was not a huge pothead, at the time, but I found the gift to ease the embarrassment of what had just happened.

The Cocksucker who kidnapped and raped three young

 women in Cleveland was just handed an $8 million bond,

 after whimpering to the judge that he should have a low bond

 set because he was collecting unemployment. What a fucking pig.

 The guy should never set foot outside of jail again, and if they fry him,  I won't lose any sleep about it.

Why don't The Stones feature Darryl Jones in band pictures(as a member of the band?) He has been playing with them since 1993. Mick Taylor was considered a band member for the 5 years that he played with The Stones How long does he have to anchor the bass to be considered a "real" member?

Today is Friday, and on Monday, my therapist, and I, made the decision to take me off of lithium, because an overabundance of it in my blood, last week, put me in the hospital for two days with some weird side effects. I have been on lithium for approximately 25 years. It has done me well until this point for this bi-polar disorder that I have.

We are tapering me off the drug slowly. The first two days I took 3, not 4, 330 mg, pills. After that, for two days, I  took two pills, and, now, I am on one pill, until I get a lithium level taken, an liver enzyme check, and check back in with my therapist, again. My therapist has mentioned Depakote as a replacement pill.

I am doing well on less lithium. I have not gotten extremely manic. I have not gotten depressed. I do have more energy, and find that my writing is better, less forced than it has been on the pink pills.

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Joan has the worst luck with my cats. Sometimes, one or both, of them will keep her awake, jumping back and forth from her side of the bed to the bureau that sits next to the bedroom windows. The other day, one of the cats tried to get into the bathroom window sill because the window was open, and he knocked over a couple of Joan’s ceramic angels, and doves. This morning she took me on a tour of the basement, and showed me where one, or both, of the cats had pooped on the floor three times. One of the cats pisses in her bathtub. I have told her that I will get rid of the cats, but, thankfully, she won’t let me.

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I am feeding my baby turtles in a feeding tank, today, for the first time, instead of letting them eat and poop in their home tank, which would cause me to have to clean it frequently. Rue Paul, my

full grown turtle eats this way, and it has been a Godsend to not have to clean her tank every couple of days.

George Harrison started to eat immediately. John Lennon is crawling the sides of the container trying, it would appear, to get out. There is no escape. There is only the here and now.

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Six Flags hired me, two weeks ago, and today when I brought back all the things that they wanted me to sign, they said that I had to get a haircut and a shave. ”You can only get away with it if you have a Medical or Religious, excuse,” said the voice of the corporation. I thought about telling them that I was a Rasta, and

that not only would I not piss in their cup, even though I was clean, I wouldn’t cut a hair on my head, or face, for $7.25 an hour. And you have to buy a uniform from Six Flags before your first small paycheck arrives. There are certain things you can’t put me through. My gal and my youngest son both said they would leave me if I shaved and cut the hair. Religion? I’m losing my religion; here and now.

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Sex

My Irish Catholic Immigrant parents did all they could to keep me from having sex, interacting with women in a dating way: early curfews, couldn't use the phone, the threat of my father's backhand, and or foot, always present. I didn’t lose my virginity until about a week after I moved out of my parents’ house. I was high on free will and booze when I did it with the lady. Sex has meant different times in my life. There was frat boy screwing coeds in college. There was drunk doorman screwing gals at the bar behavior in Los Angeles. There was punk rock love with one woman in Atlanta. There was a love affair that resulted in the birth of my youngest son. There were years without, and now there is love with my Joan, and I will spare you the intimate details of our communions.

Thanks to Tony Paris for inspiring this piece.

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Making coffee in the kitchen, this morning, was such a hassle. First, I forgot to put the pot back in the maker after pushing the start to brew coffee button; and coffee spewed all over the machine and all over the counter. As I was cleaning up the coffee mess, I knocked over the container of coffee and spilled coffee grounds all over the floor. We now have the cleanest coffee corner of an kitchen in the universe. There is a purpose for everything, and you know that they say that cleanliness is next to Godliness!

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Get a job

 Six Flags said that I had to get a haircut and shave my beard

 before I could buy a uniform from them. I won’t have to piss

 in their jar, so that they can see if I smoke pot. I won’t sweat in the hot summer sun for hours at a time for 7.25 an hour. My youngest son and my gal both said that they would leave me if I cut the hair and shaved the beard to get the job. Well, the gal says she didn’t quite say that, but I know that she said that she really likes the beard and the hair. I wouldn’t want to disappoint her to help Six Flags sell 3.7 more soft drinks, this summer, liked they bragged about in their orientation-indoctrination video in the hiring office. Funny thing is they told me I was hired at first meeting, and didn’t lay down the hair and beard law until I had come back with all my tax forms and permission to let them have me piss in a jar papers. I wish them the best. I hope they are happy in their mansions.

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Sometimes, when I add someone to my page, I, briefly, wonder if they will become an internet stalker of some type, or leave menacing, weird, or stupid comments for me to view. You have to take the bad with the good, but having been through a bunch of bad in my time, I try to accelerate the good, and minimize the bad.

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I will not wander into the wilderness ever again,

unless it is God’s will. This is my oath to me.

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What a beautiful day it is.

The turtles are eating their small green pellets, and the dried shrimp that I cut up into small pieces for them. I am listening to Steve Perry sing, sipping on cold coffee and enjoying it for the first time in my life. I have always detested cold coffee, or ice coffee as it is more commonly known. I added a teaspoon of stevia, and a smitchen of half and half to some leftover coffee the other day, as an experiment to see if I would like it, and to keep from wasting it.

Is there less caffeine in cold coffee. Does the caffeine somehow disintegrate or lessen in potency while you are chilling it in the refrigerator? I doubt it. I think that I have found a new way to drink my coffee.

My  friend, Ab the Flagman, turned me onto a movie that he said that I must watched after we had a short discussion on religion. It is called Zeitgeist, and it is available on Netflix so I will watch it soon.

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Food for thought...(Response to my question of yesterday, "Is it a sin to kill ants?"

 Brian Cameron: "The original Hebrew(in the bible) says, "Thou shalt not Murder," which is very different than killing. If someone tries to murder you and you kill them instead have you sinned? No, you have not."

Hate is the path to the dark side... always make your decisions based on what you love, and there can be no sin. for example... don't murder the ants cause you hate their piles of dirt... this is sinful.

kill the ants to protect yourself and your family cause you love them and don't want them bitten, then there is no sin."

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Anita Mahaffey: "I use a mixture of boric acid, corn meal and peanut butter, or whatever other "bait" they're after, mixed with water. It takes days, or even weeks to get back to the queen, but once she dies, the nest is vanquished. I catch the cockroaches (which are very rare in the house) and feed them to my hens."

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Jinny Rucker: "I don't know, but my mom killed a ton of them yesterday and prayed for all of them and made the sign of the cross and everything. She's so funny!"

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Cj Sullivan: "My 10 year old loves to make an "ant swimming pool" and sadly, ants can't swim."

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Pasta Primavera" "I've had ants in my apartment this year. I found one in my bed and as I was smushing it, I said, " I'm sorry", so I guess to have that remorseful feeling tells me that it's not completely right ( to me), maybe, but I would probably do it again.Usually with lone insects inside, I set them out on the porch."

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Sallie Allen Forrester: "No if your intention is to bring balance to your yard and keep them from hurting kids etc. But if you kill them for fun- shame on you. Young Kids don't really understand and not as culpable as someone that knows better. But if you enjoy killing ants then it might be the least of your problems."

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Osti Mon: "Are they sinning when they invade my home? I heard grits will keep them down. Ant hills in Athens are humongous and invasive! Controlling them is necessary."

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David Nihiserer: "Ortho RAID its good to invade!"

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Paul Lenz: "is it a sin for ants to bite you?"

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Stephane Finley: "Yes!"

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George Harrison always starts to eat before John Lennon. I make no value judgment of this. John always joins Georgeand they munch happily, together, on bits of dried shrimp that I have cut up for them, and bites of green floating food pellets that I get from Animart, the wonderful store where we got our beautiful bird, Dolcinea, from.

 I am without my Joan, today. She is off to hang out with the girls. She just called and said that there was a bad wreck on the interstate that had both stopped and diverted traffic. I prayed for the folks in the wreck, and thanked The Lord that Joan was safe.

 I read somewhere that Paul and Linda McCartney never spent a night apart in their relationship. I think that is beautiful, and love my time with Joan. I hope that you have a great day. It is supposed to rain here today, at The Mableton Mansion.

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Pill Poppin’

I was feeling like my blood pressure was high. I just checked it and it was 104/64, which is the lowest that it has been since I bought this blood pressure checking machine. 

“Readings above 90/60 and below 120/80 indicate that the pressure in your arteries is considered normal for most adults,” according to Melanie Haiken, Caring.com senior editor.

I take a pill to keep my blood pressure in check. I take a pill for high cholesterol. I take a pill for arthritis pain. I take a pill to keep me be from being wildly manic, or curled in the fetal position, crying like a baby. I take an .81 mg. aspirin a day. I take two pills for diabetes. I mostly eat healthy. I regularly exercise.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

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Osmosis?

“Don’t I know you?”

I’ve never seen you before.

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Penguins on acid stay away

Someone with a lousy personality shouldn’t be waiting tables. If you can’t muster up a smile at 2.01 an hour, you should seek servitude elsewhere. I’m in a good mood, when I eat out, and I don’t want to suffer the effects of you not having taken your Prozac. Waiting tables is hard work, but part of the job is being in a good mood. Mostly, people will tip you more for being charming than they will for being dismal. Trust me, I wore the penguin suits for years.

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Power to whom?

 I don’t care if you believe in God, but I do care if you believe in Good. Science may tell you one thing, and religion another, but the bottom line is that we should all treat each other decently, but we don’t do we?

 I love how these men, and women, who hide behind the name, “Corporation,” call us “Partners,” while they make millions while paying us $7.25.

“It’s legal,” you will say. Well, ha ha, who made the laws?

 When did waiters and waitresses start getting called, Servers.”

Be honest: at $2.01 an hour they are slaves to the wealthy restaurant industry.

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Ask yourself if you believe in right and wrong and then ask yourself why. Who gave you your conscience? Why does it exist?

Source Unknown

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I wish I could just look at a book, or put my hand on it,

 and have all the knowledge from it.—K

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I wish I could call my coffee cup, like I do

my cell phone, when I misplace it in the house!

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My turtle babies, George and John, went, immediately, to their food, this morning, when I dropped it in their aquarium. They love the dried shrimp that I cut into little pieces for them, as they enjoy the green floating pellets that I drop in their water. Joan says that the shrimp is supposed to make the turtles grow up to be big and strong, fast! I love my turtles as babies, as I loved my children as babies. It will be fun, and rewarding, to see my turtle babies grow, as I have watched my children grow. I thank my Higher Power for this greatest gift that I have: life, which allows me to enjoy both turtles and children, and so much more.

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Is the true believer the most easily persuaded from

his, or her, point of view?

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Don t get me to that church on time

We were coming out of the grocery store. It was pouring rain. I opened our umbrella and stepped off the curb.  A lady in a pickup truck approached. I was sure, especially with the conditions, and since most folks in vehicles stopped for shoppers(there are actually two yellow stop signs painted on the pavement there)that the lady would stop. She didn’t. She accelerated causing us to jump back. After she passed, I saw Christian symbols all over the back window of her truck, and thought, well, I sure don’t want to go to church wherever you go!

PS This is not a blanket criticism of all Christians, all churches, or even all people, just a simple observation from a day in the rain.

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Just another day at the grocery store

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A Cherry Cola / Reena Nikolic Moment

Cherry Cola “ It's scary.”

Reena Nikolic And the management over there treat the workers like dirt - UK counterparts wd be protected by employment rights - heck human rights. Craig worked for Talk Talk and said "never again" - they were not treated humanely because there's always another worker in line, so they have no choice but to accept the ill-treatment or lose their job. Shameful.