How to quickly and neatly remove hubcaps

Drive really fast and bump into the curb. Well, maybe it isn't neat, but it is fast. Yep ... the other night I surgically removed a hubcap in just such a simplistic manner.

smells like empathy 2

I got a call, well, really a call back from a friend. She went through the complexities of the universe and finally ... what was really going on. Some people are like that ... talking about gravity shifts, polarity, simbiotic nature of animals, Gandhi's and Confuscious' teachings and finally ... they venture to worry about how they are doing at their job.

Oh, so the other stuff was just special effects, right?

Anyway, she has a friend who's fighting getting a job in (dun dun dun ... dah) teaching. So, I told her about winning strategies for getting jobs:

$ find out where the jobs are (This step she missed a bit. She was applying for where she wanted to work, rather than examining whether they were hiring or capable of hiring)
$ ... in teaching, with unions, there are rules as first draft, second draft, third, and fourth. She was a fourth draft and didn't know that (well she would be in this county)
$ get all the written and documented accolades you can
$ know the adminstration (this is the butt-kissing arena)
$ distinguish yourself from the pack
$ compromise

Let's hope that all of the might help her friend get a job teaching. Good luck! As I expressed to a woman at work ... teaching 30 kids similtaneously meant that I couldn't teach 30 different ways, but rather I had to teach to the middle ground. That's what turned me off in school, and I couldn't bear the thought of doing that to others.

You cannot effective teach 30 individuals individually given the space and time in school. Now, where my neice attended for her primary (1-5th) years, she had small class sizes -- 15 including herself, one year. It was a public school, but sadly it is closed due to the district's "buy, build bigger better". There will never be a more class like that in the area again.

---- back to the empathy ----

This friend of mine is seeking another job, but isn't very pro-active about getting it. It is easier to complain than to do. She's going into bankruptcy as is another friend I know. I hope not to find myself going there -- crap, crap, crap or something to that effect.

smells like empathy

I've put in enough time at work that I actually feel for some of these people. Crud, I was hoping to get out before I cared. Anyway ... each has her or his own story and some are frot with self-destruction. One person, I had the bad task of letting her know that the management turned down my suggestion for her to be trained as a "specific manager". They cited that she had an, "attitude problem" and she was made aware that were she ever entered into the management world, the area would be where I suggested her to be trained, but only there.

While at work yesterday and catching on fire from the 90 something degree heat, due to ovens and the adjacent (not closed off by doors) room's heat was set at a brisk 84 degrees making my area around 5000 degrees. Later someone came in and changed it to human temperatures, but didn't affect me for 90 some minutes.

I am hoping that more and more people see and understand the simplistic laziness of the next-levelers+. I know at work I am the horse, "I will work harder", while the at times pigs-as-farmers develop new plans for windmills. I'm not quite sure who plays the role of Snowball yet, but I'll find out. Yes, it's akin to Animal Farm, but in a less Communistic way. One next-leveler remarked that something should be in one position, but walked away empty-handed, leaving someone else to move the things to the place where she went.

Now for these next-levers, I feel almost not compassion or empathy, for generally they are hypocritical and not worthy of much attention as it is most hot air. They have all the time in the world to pull people aside and give remarks here and there and experiential teachings, but aren't often willing to do the work. Oh no ... shouldn't do that.

The other people who work there, all have some kind of situation. Now, my hero-complex notwithstanding, I can't save any of them, but I can feel for them. One woman has a son, "he's an asshole", as she remarked for he is in jail for robbing a place. There are ... two married servers (waitresses), but most of them have children. That's right, do the math ... single moms, some who are living with the man responsible for the child, but can't commit to marriage. "Let's spend the night together", as Mick Jagger might say.

One newly pregnant woman/girl was complaining of feeling like crap. Huh, in an overly hot place working hard and first tri-mester of first child. Imagine that! I instictly offered an Excederin, but she was thinking more clearly than I was remarking that she couldn't take it. Kryptonite ... can't help. Another girl at work, who reminds me so much of Jennifer -- it's almost scary, wanted to learn another area in the place. So, I told one of the next-levers ... or was it a brick wall, I can't remember.

I typed a long-overly elaborate letter dictating one girl's interest in learning another area of the store where I think she would shine. It was actually something she brought up wanting. I will have to do the same for this Jennifer-like girl who wishes to move around yet some more. Perhaps the I should skip the intermediary steps, or middle management and go straight to the unit's top dog. I hate not following protocol, but if it doesn't work, then I'll have to skip it.

Finally, for I should stop here, one girl was telling me about a guy she's dating who -- by her description, is the vandal. You know ... he's the rough guy, to make other girls jealous. Then later, she'll likely say, "Hey! He was a jerk, just like he was acting to be!" Well, I let her know my opinion and expressed that I'd rather not see her hurt -- in a brotherly sort of way. She appreciated that and "don't have a brother who protects me", seemed happy that I was interested.

Also, being the rumor-stop, meaning that if the grapevine news hits me ... it's done at me. I think this is why people don't mind talking with me, for I consider things, share an opinion sometimes, but don't work on keeping the rumor mill going and keep secrets, secret. I know of people at work seeking other employment and know that some are leaving, but they haven't yet told management. These secrets I'll keep, for they were told to me in confidence. I guess this is being a hero of sorts -- a shoulder and an ear, no flying through the air required.

courtesy of MR

I've been waiting so long ... I've been waiting so long. It's the sunshine of your life--
More pornographers shut down, for now. Now we need to rubber stamp the documents, "Find him and kill him!"

Thanks MR for this news that makes the sun brighter today.

Schedule

T: off
W: 5 - close
R: 4 - 10
F: 5 - 11
S: 12 - 8
N: 11 - 8
M: 5 - close

Mr. Porno

I thought it was called OUCH. There was other plastic on it.

no slaughter, but evil grins

Here's a blurb about a potential in meat "manufacture", where meat is grown, not extracted from killed and slaughtered animals. So where, you might wonder, does evil plan to venture? The article states only using beef, but what if sociopaths took command and introduced, say ... human meat. If you think that isn't a possibility, then you haven't read the rare, but actually times fast food has had fecal matter, balogna & weiners have other parts. Humans introduced into the diet would be, well, certainly a possibility. I can predict soylent green sooner than you think.

Father's Day

Well, my father isn't here right now, so there's not much I can do. Some friends have lost their fathers, so today is either -- lacking or has changed due to their role as the father. I think it would be nicer for Father's Day to be on Monday and then 'Father's' could take off the day. Now, by "Father" I mean (as noted in many posts) that a Father is one who raises you -- not just sires you.

Insects don't have fathers, but genetic donors -- and so that should ring true with the many polygenic familes who have fractional siblings, but no permanent father-figure.

So, for Father's Day, I type, "Thanks for participating in who I am now, without you -- I'd be someone different!"

Hello ... tech support

I was at work and a guy there posed a question to me, starting from a statement of failure when installing new RAM in his desktop. After installing it, his monitor went kaput! Huh. Not seeing his computer, I thought of the many possibilities for the plug & play feature of the monitor to fail. Now, it could be that the monitor indeed failed at this curious time, but that is highly unlikely. It is likely that the memory, despite claims, wasn't compatible with the computer.

Now, as far as it disabling the monitor -- whereby eliminating the computer's functionality, I don't find it likely that the installed then removed RAM would disrupt the computer in such a fashion. Now, not seeing his computer, though he had a (rhymes with SMELL) -- I have a laptop from them, I know squat about their desktops. I made a few suggestions and we'll have to see if they work.

If so, I can then also be the "turn to" guy, as in, "turn to" [my name] for tech issues.

Midday run

No, not my fat fanny, but rather two sleek deer were running across a field, likely frightened by the tractor-riding farmer driving in his field. They didn't look like typical white tail deer, which is what Indiana has, but rather taller with a black ring around the white tail. Anyway, 10:40 a.m. seemed like an odd time to see deer.

Candyman

Well, at work I picked up some candy by request for a woman I call, "naughty". Then ... I got a, "Hey [my name], I like licorace." So, the list began and I have some shopping to do. Who can take a sunrise ...

I also have to find out how to rig cords for a fan in the kitchen in a spot not directly near an outlet. I could call maintenance, but then I could wait for the sun to engulf the Earth* which would take the same amount of time. The area nearly completely melted the two ladies working there last night.

* millions to billions of years

Corn hole?!

On the radio, one prize among the blister pack of prizes awarded to call number whatever was, "corn hole". It was not sexual, but rather a corn-filled bag (like a bean bag) game where the goal is to pitch it and have it drop through the hole on a ramp-like plank. This game was introduced by Cerpicio. Thanks to Dave for reminding me.

We're all related

Arizona marriages with kin come with retarded consequences. Now, I can imagine Kentucky or Georgia, but Arizona? I guess if you're out there and there isn't a wide selection, you do what you gotta do.

joys of work

I got to pick up puke today! I also did a fartload of paperwork for a closing m, but he'll likely not return the favor for me.

My word ... it was better today, but for all I did, I appear to have accomplished little, for the paperwork is time-consuming for no good reason.

Why Indiana means hillbilly

Well, a new law hit citing the limitations of firework firing. Locally, explosive fireworks are limited to 15 or so calendar days annually. Now, as much as the late night noise makers from the hillbillies upsets me, I find it aggrivating that law makers regulate those and not shotgun firing that seems to go along with fireworks celebrations.

Let's better regulate hillbilly things like ... NASCAR events may not be held for more than 15 calendar days, nor shall NASCAR numbers, flags, etc. Shotguns may not be fired during any public event or in celebration of anything. Beer may not be sold to hillbillies at any time of any year. People who use a butane grill lighter to ignite cigarettes inches from their face may, at no time, be party to firework use or purchases.

In good ol' FW, I hear blasts from celebrating hillbillies all the time, mixed with country grammar of "them thar", "big ol'", twangy country and NASCAR afficianados knowin' how dem cars werk. D'ya see dat race? Shore did ... called in sick ta do it. Plain near Jeff Gordon, Jr. Jr. Jr. drove might purdy round dat ol' track. I like him! He drive all pretty. He got skill.

No, it isn't Tennessee (Fred Thompson), or Kentucky, it is sadly Indiana. There is a great bit of hillbilly growth in the area, unlike the job market which is dwindling. I'm really surprised I don't see more tobacco chewers at work. There will be a day though, when I will see more pouch tucking for "smoking is gross", quoteth the brown saliva drolling imbecile who's looking for a spit cup, previously mistake for someone else's drink.

odd job

Pet Sales

Pet Counselor

Petland has Full and Part-Time Pet Sales Counselor Positions open. Weekdays, Evenings and Weekends. Friendly, Customer Service Enviroment. Full range of pets and supplies. Sales experience preferred.

Schedule, corrected

R:  4-10

F:  5-11

S:  12-8

N:  11-8

M - close

token payment

I was asked to run an errand at the home office. My payment is ... [drum roll please], a half-hour of pay, as I was directed to adjust my clock data an additional half hour for my trouble. Let's see, last time I didn't get a thanks for running around a couple places in town for stock they didn't have. This time, while I'm in town, run to home office and pick up stuff for a "quarter" essentially. So, I get no "thanks", but "okay".

There is no equitable trade here, for what do I get in return ... little/nothing.

I'll trade my half-hour pay for each of the "uppers" to do 30 minutes of work at my pace, more especially the pointless paperwork that tends to keep me there late at night. For that, I'll be happy to run to home office on way to work more often. The migratory humpbacks don't swim like dolphins or sailfish. I, myself, work and move like a sailfish (or related species Marlin). I dare them to pick up their pace!

I'm still looking for another job, as I spend too much time venting.

soon to be re-re-re-released (otherwise a sequel)

This is a sequel with the same lines. The returning product has less and, dollar for dollar, isn't nearly the bargain people claim, but people do like it. The [my employer] pot pie, for that's close to what it is, is due soon. It takes less more time on one end to make it. It is a money maker -- shake it.

Meanwhile, I was late to a meeting today as I read the wrong schedule. The sales reports were in and the company itself showed unhappy turnouts in profit, labor percentage, sales.

I would have offered the comment, 'if you aren't the cheapest, which we aren't, we need to be the novelest and more innovative.' I find the same-old, same-old probably doesn't sell well to people, but convincing the dinosaurs there that although 'we've always done it that way', doesn't make it the best way, is a challenge I haven't won.

There was a bit of a pit fight between two people today, but it went nowhere. As the young pup, having two old dogs fight it out and grow weaker, would naturally make me stronger by default. At the end, I was no stronger for the fight.

What's wrong, he asked

He wasn't going to accept a, "nothing". My GM cornered me today and probed why I was silent with people over the course of the last weeks. He considered it odd that since I had got my rank that I was talking less. Sure, it may have been timing, but it was aligned with more typical reasons ... symptomology clearly leading to the cause.

$ I was told that there would be more expected out of me
$ I was given control over more crap with less personnel -- I was filling in for people rather than directing people, rather counter to the role I assumed
$ When I relied on superiors (next level people) to do things ... they didn't

So, I responded that I did indeed become more quiet and my experience taught me that stopping to talk or smell the roses put me so far behind it wasn't worth the effort, I was told to direct people to do these other things so that I didn't have to put in, what I termed, n percent.

So, I have to make friends with Lazy-Inferior, Lazy-Posterior, quick-to-bite junkyard dog, yeah ... that'll be just simple. Another "upper" is lame-dog who is slow, and can't do physical things. So, I go home tired, sore, overworked, and unappreciated, why?

I wanted to say, "Hey! When I see work, I do it. Does someone have to say ... you know that pile of paperwork you walked around to get to your chair? I wanted you to do that." I feel that if you see work and walk around it and leave it for the next guy, don't be shocked when the next guy disrespects you and finds you to be a lazy jerk.

"n" percent was greater than 110 -- arbitrarily chosen