Cons of the job

Being too damn tired to do anything on a Friday night. And falling asleep during the World Series too.

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Pros of the job #2

I have figured out the bathroom. I have earned some kind of Office Award for figuring this one out so soon. There appears to be be only 5 stalls available on my floor. One of these stalls door closes behind itself, so inattentive people think someone is in there. Thusly, this stall is used the least.

SCORE!

Cons of the Job #3

That one guy (who sits far away, thank goodness) that kept sneaking peeks at the girls upon introduction, even though I wore a black turtleneck sweater. Men. It would have been lovely if I could have just pulled out a stick-on nametag and a sharpie and wrote "Yes, they are real" and "My face is up here" and just stuck them on my chest. I mean, c'mon dude, even the boss noticed. Snap out of it.

Pros of the Job

First impressions, great place to work. Light-hearted, thank you Jebus. Banking is a fairly austere, stern place to work. After my last boss, I really had enough of that -- I drink beer, fer goodness sake -- there isn't much hoity toity about that.

Pro - When your boss pulls a ceramic figurine out of his otherwise empty refrigerator, the victim of a practical joke, you may be in a good place to work.

Cons of the Job, Part 2

What the hell is with this getting up early crap? I mean, I got up pretty damn early for someone that had nowhere to go, but this 6am crap is for the birds. Yes, those things cackling outside my window right now. The kicker? I don't have to be up yet, but LK does, so I am dead assed tired and I am not even getting paid for it.

I feel my caffeine addiction coming back. I gave up the stuff about a month ago and have now had it 3 days in a row and I am damned sure going out today and getting more like a meth-head just coming down off a 9 hour handlebar polish.

Caaaafffeeeiiinnnnneee. I would settle for a beer, but at 10am on a Monday, that might be a little unseemly.*


*who am I kidding, I declared any day where I was up early and working outside as Beer for Breakfast days. If I am out digging in the yard or installing a fence before 10am, then I damn sure deserve a beer in Arizona for that at any damn time I choose. Queen's Rules.

The Cons of the Job

I just found my first CON of the Working World. Ironing. Damn, I had forgotten about ironing.

Geez, my aching back. And I am out of beer.

Yippee Ki Yaaaaay

I go in today to sign my new hire paperwork. I start next Wednesday. Banner day, folks, banner day. I shall be leaving the days of sleeping in, playing video games, and, as of lately, being poor, for a return to the corporate world and my own little cubicle.

Believe me, I am actually be looking forward to it after spending the last 3 years playing video games and surfing the internet for a living. I have had three years of practically no other goals that gaining another level on whatever new video game is out there. I had to do it. It was my job. Don't be jealous, though, because that time also included having to deal with drunks, tweakers, and shit on the sidewalk.

I would give up all that freedom for a cubicle just to be away from that town. You have no idea how many smelly people I had to deal with. Who knew that small town America could be that backwards in this day and age? I thought, surely, with the invention of the internet, humanity could make some strides in cohesion. All I found out that racism, religious hypocrisy, and the good ol' boy network are alive and well. Towns are still run by people that don't use computers or email. How is that possible? It's all in who you know, and who you segregate from the rest.

Don't forget, those skateboarders are nasty little thugs who should be harassed and thrown up against walls for daring to ride on public property, even if they haven't been anywhere near you. "THOSE PEOPLE" should not be allowed. "NOT IN MY BACKYARD"!

I will take the cubicles full of people joking around and throwing a nerf ball around over unwashed, toothless people any day of the week. You betcha! *wink*

Words cannot describe...

"Judge orders Chinese Muslims into U.S. from Gitmo

WASHINGTON (AP) — A federal judge has ordered the release of a small group of Chinese Muslims from Guantanamo Bay into the United States.

In a landmark decision, U.S. District Judge Ricardo M. Urbina said it would be wrong for the Bush administration to continue holding the detainees, known as Uighurs since they are no longer considered enemy combatants.

They have been in custody for almost seven years and have been cleared for release since 2004. Although the Chinese government has demanded custody of the Uighurs, supporters and the Bush administration fear they would be tortured* if turned over to Beijing.

On Tuesday, Urbina called the detention unlawful saying the Constitution prohibits indefinite imprisonment without charges.

The Uighurs have been at Guantanamo Bay since the U.S. military took custody of them in Pakistan and Afghanistan in 2001. Efforts by the Bush administration to find a home for the detainees has been complicated by fears in many countries of diplomatic reprisals by China."

*....As opposed to what happens at Gitmo? Can someone please explain this logic? There has to be logic in there somewhere? Please? And SEVEN YEARS? Without legal counsel? WTG America!

Background Check

In this day and age, I certainly understand why a company wants to do a background check. After living in the HellHole I just moved from, I can most assuredly understand this, however, when the HR guy is telling you what to put on and take off of your information so there is no problems passing the background check, hasn't things gone a little too far?

I was offered a job after a background check that took 3 hours from one company that does it's background stuff in-house and I turned it down for this job. Is it because the University has contracted out this difficult job? How is it that you can't find a short term project job I had nearly 4 years ago when IT IS YOUR JOB to find it and are holding up my precious employment?

And at what point do you acknowledge that since every other stinking thing has checked out and I have nary a speeding ticket and decent credit, don't you just let it go and freaking let them give me a job? Especially when I know 4 other people who work there who got the job on the SAME DAY they interviewed, before this new policy was implemented. And these people have a plethora of tattoos and one has those freakingly huge ear plugs.

And yet, here I wait, cursing myself for turning down the other job. Maybe if I get a huge couple of holes in my head, I could get the job faster. Yeah, me the normal looking one. Maybe I should go in looking like this...

Poluhticks

I am getting so sick of hearing about Poluhticks and who's to blame for what. I will boldly state here, for the record, that I am an Independent. That's right, I sit back with a beer and try to figure things out for myself and vote accordingly.

What has really been torquing my shorts (besides the inflammatory words McSame and Hussein, Repugnicans and DemoRats, I mean, c'mon people you are supposed to be adults here!) is the blame game.

I found this article that makes me smile. Puts the blame squarely upon where it should. I hope you read it, it's fairly short. I do not know his poluhticks, which party he stands for, or even who he is, but I would like to share a beer with him just for this one article.

545 People by Charley Reese

I don't plan on mentioning poluhticks again, but I don't rule it out. I do hope that I am always bipartisan because that should be the American Way.

Just Lovely, Part 2

So, what happens when you go on a second interview for one position (the day after your first interview with another) and then head to another interview and while you are in said interview you are offered BOTH the previous jobs you were interviewing for that pay the same amount and you really, really like them both? I mean, really like them both.

Tough problem to have after months of freaking out.

Dammit, why can't life just be simple?

I need a beer. I just finished off my Dundee's Honey Brown. I just can't think without one.
(Which makes me sound like an alcoholic, but I'm not... yet.)