bashed

Man bashing by the women at work is common. "Great", I think ... hours of that stuff!

I didn't shave and my mild scruff was talk, as was a few errors and the non-too-subtle way to explain how to make something. What bothered me, other than the virtual-chimneys, was the "Do you know ... the two unwritten rules?"

Uh, no ... "green perhaps?" How should I know? Best guess ... "soylent green is people"

Stupid question, undeserving of an answer.

Curse my ambiguities

I read the post and it is difficult to follow, because I didn't use any names. Sorry, but I'll stick with nameless companies to protect me from any disastrous fallout from anyone reading my blog. I look at my stats and I find that there are many people that find my blog, fewer still who read it, and some, whom I don't know, who read it frequently (less than the term "often").

It is not out of the realm of possibility that an employer would find and read my blog and wonder -- "if".

Inter - v

I interviewed with a company today. The Human Resources man is also a district manager. Some of the higher-ups like to talk and he was no exception. While there were many odd things about this man, the most telling was that his pupils never changed. I wonder if he was on something. He showed no signs of being under the influence, but one never knows.

I have a second interview set up with him. I wonder how many others will get this opportunity. I didn't ask about the salary, as that might be rude or telling, especially in a first interview.

I might be just spinning my wheels with the interview, but it's my time I'm wasting, so I'm not putting out anyone else. I like where I work now and there are nice potentials and possibilities and the pay is good, but

I don't like the smoking.
The drive is long, but considering everything, that's just another six hours weekly, so it's basically a nit.
I have the strong feeling that I'll stay happily with the company where I now work and will have spent a few hours with the other company as an excercise in interviewing.

With this little success, I feel that I am getting better at interviewing. Now, if I had more to show and bring into the interview --- therein is the second part. My job now should bring me that if I don't stay with them, which I might ... who knows?

Go back to school!

I got an order yesterday that involved fractions. That isn't bad, but then I had to apply fractions to fractions to fractions ... it was a good mind exercise.

Yes, I would like 1/4 of 1/3 of the whole like this, then 1/8 like this then 3/12 like this , one half like this and add things that don't go on things you eat.

Crazy, I tell you, Crazy!

It all comes from not wanting to buy more than one!

Yeah, I'll have the minivan dooley with side vents and rear spoiler. Come to think of it, put spinners on it and install larger wheels and smaller summer-only tires. I want a woodgrain finish inside and out, with a tropical isle painting on the left and crimson terror on the right, a My Pretty Pony on the hood.

Okay ... that will be $175,000

odd

A woman at work has kids. Of the four, only one lives with her. Two are with a man (father) and another is lives with the grandma. It seemed odd to me, but I didn't press further. Four, minus two, minus one, leaves one, right. The question "why" lingers.

I also noticed that, because you are a smoker, breaks occur more often -- how nice.
Blech!

I was also suggested, "You should smoke!"

I would not, could not, in this place. I will not, will not, get out of my face!

I got a nickname

Marquis

I hope it doesn't stick

2 unnewsworthy blurbs

Iran blames Israel and Us for world problems. Huh. Imagine that! Here, I thought Iran was fine with the US after all, they never funded terrorism, kidknapped or held hostage American citizens or killed service personnel or anything like that. I always felt that Iran was on our side, not. Iran blames Israel and the US is much like them declaring that the sun rose. No, friggin' crap!

John Travolta claiming that Scientology could have saved Anna Nicole ... huh. Wow! If only she had donated 25 + percent of her assets to the group, then surely she could have been saved. I'm sure, good buddy Tom Cruise, equally rational would agree.

To be a scientologist (notably not capitalized), you have to be rich, crazy, and stupid. John Travolta ... Tom Cruise ... yep. They are rich, crazy, and stupid.

While I'm not rich, I am crazy, but not nearly stupid enough. Sorry scientology ... you won't get me.

Well, I ought to just bite it and accept

I'm still looking around for other places, but I'm just not finding anything quite else that will work in the longer-than-short run. Six months from now, what will I be doing and earning with another company ... proabably not what I am with this one, so ... I think I might have to stick it out despite a few circumstantial shortcomings.

Of all the jobs I've had, this one has some of the most minor nits I could pick ... so I won't. The only real complaint I have about the place is smoking. It bothers me.

Regardless or in spite of my stupidity ... I plug along and am "doing okay" according to those in charge. I'm not fast where I need to be, but I can do well, just not at lightning speed as would be better.

body

I was bodychecked at work today ... I guess I'm fitting right in ... next thing I know, I'll have a nickname ...
numbnuts, pokey, mute

something like that

I also think I am the third oldest common person there. There is a very old person working there for a few hours, but that person isn't there for long, so I shall discount that person from the heirarchy of age.

One guy there I would annoint Arrogant Worm, if it weren't the name of a band. In light of this, I will consider the nickname, Tweety. He's a ke-oot little birdy in his giwuld cage, he knows his name, but does not act his age. I think he's safe in there from that old puddey tat. I think of Tweety because at the end of the cartoon, you want Sylvester, who's obsessed with getting Tweety, to outright slay Tweety. There! I won't be able to get the birdie.

What's the madder Missder Puddey Tat? Don't you wanna eat me enymore? As the Tweety eggs him on, Sylvester is driven mad.

Dead Tweety Storage

Thin deer

I saw a deer near the highway, munching. It was unhealthy, as I could see some bone structure. Shame. Thankfully, unlike many highway deer, it was alive. It appeared to be female and mixed in well with the brown stuff previously known as grass.

Hotel

I bet that would have been nice, but I now have a cheaper way ... no hotel at all.
I have another interview on Friday, so no hotel for me. Thankfully I called well in advance to cancel.

Well, it's an interview ... I'll just be a tired mug for it.

angry again, angry again

You don't post; you don't load ... what do you do? You don't post; you don't load ... what do you do? There must be something inside. +

This was last night. Grrr!

+ Adam Ant, "Goody Two Shoes"

The question was

What do you do for a hobby?
It should have been, "what did you do for a hobby".
I haven't much time anymore.

unnecessary chatting

I tried to report spam to Monster, as is a nice thing to do.

I tried using the "report monster spam abuse" and ... contains html code, blah blah blah

 

I tried another location... blah blah blah

I chatted with Monster:  "exceeds character limit"

finally I sent an email to a person there, she got it and thanked me

 

I wasted 15 minutes helping monster limit spam.

It should have taken moments, not minutes.

Well, I'll have to outdo him!

Oh, yeah? Well, I found a hole in the ground with a label marking it as the porthole to Hell. Yeah! Prove me wrong!

So, they "found" Jesus' tomb with family, huh? I find that as likely as me being the golden goose pooping out gold on a daily basis. What they have is a tomb with names Jesus, Judah, Maria. I was thinking of all the billions and trillions of people who have existed, yet there was and is no documentation on them. So, in the world of billions, presently, likely billions to trillions throughout human existence, there is a tomb with people. Gosh ... startling. This is much like seeing a famous person in cottage cheese. You see it because you want to see it.

Beyond the miracle of life hereafter, a concept that apparently is lost on James Cameron, Jesus the person was tried and executed in a typical and horrific manner of crucifiction. This, for many people of the world including Muslims, is regarded as fact. Still more people believe that Jesus, son of God, rose from the dead leaving no body, only the death shroud.

So this Jesus, who was killed, had a tomb for Himself, child (ren) family, and wife? Uh, not if he died. If he really were a father, as suspected, bibically speaking and judicially prudent in those times would have been to eliminate Jesus' son from being a great threat like Him or Barrabus. They would have probably enslaved or killed overtly/covertly, Judah the suspected son of Jesus the heretic rebel rouser.

Dear James Cameron,

Terminator 3 blew chunks. Titanic was a long, boring, stupid chick-flick. Don't package a befuddled mass of illusion and desperation into a "documentary" about where Jesus lies. The "lies" is right, but rather about the perspective shown, for there are no facts as you claim.

So, did the hunted Jesus have a publicist following Him around to give then-tabloid bits of miracles and whereabouts, but elusive enough that the Romans couldn't find Him? This same person then did spin-doctoring to make it possible for Him to be otherwise saved? I think not, buddy. I wouldn't make a movie about Muhammad, because:

I don't follow his thinking, raitonale, edicts,
view the act of making loose-fitting parts into a movie of a critical person/icon insulting to those whom it serves,
realize the backlash of violence and hostility that it would cause -- and for no positive change whatsoever.

Stick to what you do best ... fiction, plainly stated as such ... fiction, like Dr. Seuss or Mannimal or Abyss. Abyss, I liked, though a love story, it was cleverly crafted into a re-watchable near-epic with explicit morals and the larger picture being love conquering all. Keep with that or the eye-catching flash of Terminator. Don't mess with sculpted manure as "ecobio-American-art". Look, it's interestingly shaped, topically safe bovineporcine patties. It's poop. The fact that it's shaped like cupid and will eventually "melt" with rain to make healthier flowers, is in no way a distraction from it being poop.

thought it was a lie

"alligator suede", from a song

Dudes ... uh, alligator has skin, not conventional hide. There is no suede there. That doesn't stop stores from selling what they call suede.

Slow down

I got paid ... have only one day off ... opened a bottle and had a glass ... ah, bliss, Wednesday I start all over again.

hours and hours

I had a later (not really late, only 9) night followed by an early morning through a long 11 hour day, the next day I am due at 2. I decided that I needed a hotel room. Where to go; where to go? I check in the town itself ... yikes, near Indy prices, so I extended my search. It appears that for 30 minutes travel time, half my distance home, I could save $20, so I think I'll do that. I never thought that I'd have to splurge on a hotel room for a job, but I thought that I'd rather do that than sleepily wreck the wreck-of-a-car.

I could go with motel, but all the hotels are noon checkout time, so I'm spending money on free breakfast, larger bed, wireless connection. I hope that all equaits to a comfortable sleep.

got the blue in the front ... got the blue in the back

I wasn't like that

Word 'round town, there was a stick
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
3 boys ... n-----ers in a pickup

Oh, wait. We stopped a clown car with a lone white guy. Driving while white? Dude ... we were looking for a car that could exceed the speed limit, sorry.

I see squad cars patroling the highway and a many speeders that catch. I have been lucky to be a slower car and not one that they would suspect could break the speed limit, let alone lead the pack.

Safety rules

Don't play with fire, always cut away from you and do not point a can of spray at yourself while adjusting the nozzle head.

spritz...

I was at work, quickly grabbed a bottle, moved the head to meet the line, push (accidently) ... phfstst (into the nose)!

Great! Just great.

Thankfully it didn't have a distinct smell.