Well, I went for my "Hiring Session" today. Not bad, it's another dining commons gig, so it shouldn't be that bad. So I was reading through the various forms and came accross one that that said "You must tell your employer about all on the job injuries!" I just sat there and laughed, and looked at the scar covering the entire edge of my hand, that might not be there had I told my employer at the last dining commons and gotten some medical attention. HEH... What can I say, I'm pig headed and macho when it comes to injury and sickness. Everytime I have a seizure, I keep trying to get up and insist that everything is fine. I had pnuemonia this past Fall/Winter, but I was insistant that it was just a cold and that my immune system would handle it in time. It got so bad that I was sleeping 12 hours at night and an addition 7 hr. cat nap during the day. Eventually my friend, I'll call her... Red, Red Came to my apartment and forced me to go to a hospital. I usually have a policy of wanting extreme retribution if anyone wrongs me, but if I ever want to do that to Red, I've got to remember that there's a good chance she saved my life.

Woah... Where'd that come from? heh... Anyway on to another topic that makes Lio seem like a scary individual, Bleaker. I'm glad the wedding was nice... she's a nice girl and she deserves good things. Even though I don't approve of her choice of time, mate and just overall decision to get married, I am glad to hear that she is happy. Bleaker is in need of a calming influence in her life like Bob. Bleaker is as high strung as a Strativarius Violin, but if Bob were anymore laid back he'd be dead. They make a great balance. Not unlike Yin and Yang. Beh... whatever. I'm leaving... Later.

You see, Caniprokis, why I'm such a tense person all the time? You've only been there for about a year. I've been doing this for three years! THREE FUCKING YEARS! I turn the Lotto machine off at 5pm and say it's broken, just so I don't have to deal with Lottery assholes who come in and read off eighty sets of numbers to me and then complain when they lose! I may not have to deal with the Mobil (no "e" - it's pronounced MOE - BILL, not MOE - BEEL or MOE - BILE) cards not working, but I do have do deal with the uppity snobs who are Mobil patrons.

So that's why I'm getting a job somewhere else, hopefully FuncoLand, where I don't have to deal with those kind of people. I'm sure every job has some kind of person you don't want to deal with, but at least I won't be contributing to killing them by selling them cigarettes or chewing tobacco or contributing to them being poor by selling them $100.00 in Lottery a night. Because I might actually end up killing someone. Last night, I couldn't keep it in anymore; I had a headache and this old old old oldoldold asshole pulls in to get gas. He fucking lifted the thing up and down over and over again while pressing the help button. I told him three times to come in and pay and each time he got in his car and beeped ten times, then repeated his process. When he finally came in he began yelling at me saying he's never had someone give him this much trouble and that I must be new... and that was it. I reached across the counter and grabbed his shirt and pulled him close to me - I NEVER DO STUFF LIKE THIS! - and yelled, "Listen, I've been doing this for three years and for all three years it's been like this. You're the one giving me the trouble by not obeying all fifty signs outside and ignoring me. I have a fucking headache and this thing was beeping incessantly because of YOU, because you think you're soooo special that you don't have to pay first! THAT'S HARASSMENT YOU OLD ASSHOLE! Now leave my station before I come around and beat the shit out of you!" I couldn't believe I'd said something like that, especially to an older man, but that's how close I came to snapping completely! Thankfully he was scared and left!

Caniprokis, my advice is to you is to quit as soon as possible and find somewhere else to work. It'll be the best thing you ever did.

It's true I work for the man. I am in Japan. I am a "Web Application Developer".

Qava

It's like 3:30am...and I'm 3/4ths of the way through my dirty 15pg Morphology paper (started at 11pm, I'm smrt). The shitty thing is that I need to hand it in at 9 am or so, so I can't really go to sleep, even though I'll be finished soon. And, Boof is leaving on Saturday, so I can't leave until Saturday, which is weak. It'll be good to spend a night with Jessica, but, I just want to get the fuck out of here. I should stop bitching about work...truthfully, other than at midterms and exam time, it's cake...just a lot of reading. I will stop bitching about work after tonight, hey hey.

When I have kids, it's going to be Hannukah every fucking day. Because, that'll be awesome. I mean, if the kids get spoiled or whatever, it's the back of my fucking hand, but still, always presents.

Opa Opa!

I bombed all over this song while playing Samba De Amigo today. Got a perfect on it (Opa-Opa), too, 4.5 million points overall (my best ever), and this is hard mode, which is genuinely hard. I've never played a game that makes me so happy...you have these two plastic maracas which plug into your Dreamcast, and you have to shake them above your head, at chest level, or at your waist to the beat, while music plays. And while you're playing, this monkey is dancing on screen with you, in the midst of this city, or on the beach and like, leopards are playing guitar, and a big stuffed elephant is playing the keyboards, and the sun is singing to you, and this chorus-line dancer mouse girl is doing her thing...and when you start to get good at it, and start doing well, everything just fucking blows up, like, the monkey's eyes turn into gold stars, everything turns into gold, and colors go everywhere and gold maracas start to float towards you. And, the whole time you're shaking your ass and the maracas, waving around, it's fantastic...and so weird.

Just wanted to see if the stats thing works
here are my stats prior to this post:
Preacherman 20 6.35% Nov 24 2000 - 11:38am View Last Post

cross your fingers.

In other news, it looks like Im down to the wire in the job search thing.

Some stats
total number of companies: 12 (had face time with even if it was only 5 min at a career fair)
total number of rejections: 2 ( Microsoft )
total number of offers: 1 ( IBM )
on the other hand, i have gotten down to the wire with two of the big five, the andersons.
Im pretty sure no one else on this here board cares. . . Is anyone else on this board even >21?
Well anyways, preach out.

Well, I've been looking for a job for quite some time now. And, unfortunately, I have yet to be successful, which really sucks. But then, today, some light got shined onto this dark world in which I am a citizen. My friend told me about this awesome gig bartending for some of the biggest concerts that our state holds.

So by the time I come back to school, I'll be an experienced bartender. Granted, it doesn't pay a lot of money, and you don't work THAT often, but you do get tips and you get a free bartending class and concert tickets out of it. Oh...and Wilson will get to see his favorite band play when he comes out to visit. The only thing that sucks is that I'll have to miss one of my favorite bands because I already have plans for that day, but I guess I'll just have to deal. It should be a fun time.

But I'm thinking that I'm gonna have to get another job to accompany that one because I need income and I need something to do, so I'm still looking. Argh...working sucks. The thought of it is just annoying. But yeah....