Awash in the light of a new era spawning into this very here blog, I present a low budget and hastily done video I hammered and sawed together with my own two hands. And yes, I am still sick with my cold so I didn't really care about the quality or my appearance, too bad so sad for y'all, but now you can see and hear me when I'm nowhere near close to my best, MUHAHAHA!
(Afterthoughts)
Yeah, I know it sucks but I'm sick and my voice is shot from coughing all week, but don't y'all just love how I never seem to care how I present. I'm a hillbilly, I'm silly, I act so cool 'cause I'm just chilly. Hell Yeah!
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Disorientation
Salutations to y'all on this fine and wonderfully wondering wonderful day! How do I know it's a great day? Well, . . . I see the sunlight peeking through the sides of the curtains and the happy squawks of the vultures that continually circle above my neighborhood are those of mild discontent from a lack of suitable small decaying animals to munch upon. But I digress because there is one other trivial thing on the "good day" agenda which tips the scale in it's favor (just by a tiny bit). I start my new job on Monday. (Or am I just messing with ya? Read on to find out, MUHAHAHA.)
My roommate knows a few people who work there and they like it. It pays about half (or less) than what my career skills qualify me for, but since this job is not in my past decade or so of experience, and that it pays more than unemployment does, and will keep me from either starving or "forgetting" to pay a few bills, I'm all for it. Kinda odd to go from a cnc machinist to customer service agent answering phones for tech support for a telecommunications company, but I hate machining anyway and it would give me a break from doing that (which I need every so often). So when I dropped off my application on Thursday, they looked it over real quick to make sure I had a high school diploma, gave it back to me and said to come back on Tuesday for a group interview.
*Tick tock said the mouse when the trap slammed shut (few days pass by)*
Tuesday was interview time with about a dozen or so people. Mostly we sat around listening to vague descriptions of what we would be doing, took a couple written tests (simple as pie but not quite as tasty) then we had the test I was dreading. We had to do a phone voice test, which consisted of reading a couple paragraphs off of a piece of paper, and guess who had to go first (of course). Blah blah blah, everyone reads it, some of them very poorly and inarticulated, and the interview is over with us being informed that we will be contacted one way or the other by the end of the week.
At 9 o'clock the next morning (after I had just gone to bed a little after 5 o'clock) I get woken up to a phone call. I passed the interview process and had orientation Thursday afternoon. That was my fun situation of today. We filled out a few pieces of paper (mostly signatures) then had to dig a photo ID out so we could take a drug test. Surprise, it was an oral drug test. Hmmm, the only oral drug tests I had ever done consisted of my group of friends seeing which one of us could handle the most and outlast the others and stay the most coherent. But you have a big piece of cotton on a plastic stick (more like a low quality lollipop than a q-tip) and have to keep it in your mouth for 3 minutes letting it soak up spit. Next surprise was that it was stomach turning nasty flavored (I wanted a refund) and I got to enjoy that for what seemed like about a half hour (damn time perception should have went the other way, blech). We stuff them into this tube and seal it up and it has a paper in it that gets lines on it which determine the results. One of the girls at my table noticed that another girls tube was pink (noone else's was) and she said she had been sucking on a cough drop all day, and we all cracked up laughing. Of course that got not only our trainer's attention, but the entire classes as well. She came over to our table smiling and said that everyone is sitting their quietly and we were the only ones looking at each other's test bottles trying to figure out if they were good or not as if we had any idea what to even look for, lol. But mine came out clean (I'm such a good girl, luckily the massive amount of alcohol I drank at the bar last night had burned off lol). So I start training on Monday 4pm-midnight, 5 days a week for 8 weeks, getting paid for it the whole time also.
(Afterthoughts)
Back again among the rats and their mazey crazy race. Go Team Paycheck!
My roommate knows a few people who work there and they like it. It pays about half (or less) than what my career skills qualify me for, but since this job is not in my past decade or so of experience, and that it pays more than unemployment does, and will keep me from either starving or "forgetting" to pay a few bills, I'm all for it. Kinda odd to go from a cnc machinist to customer service agent answering phones for tech support for a telecommunications company, but I hate machining anyway and it would give me a break from doing that (which I need every so often). So when I dropped off my application on Thursday, they looked it over real quick to make sure I had a high school diploma, gave it back to me and said to come back on Tuesday for a group interview.
*Tick tock said the mouse when the trap slammed shut (few days pass by)*
Tuesday was interview time with about a dozen or so people. Mostly we sat around listening to vague descriptions of what we would be doing, took a couple written tests (simple as pie but not quite as tasty) then we had the test I was dreading. We had to do a phone voice test, which consisted of reading a couple paragraphs off of a piece of paper, and guess who had to go first (of course). Blah blah blah, everyone reads it, some of them very poorly and inarticulated, and the interview is over with us being informed that we will be contacted one way or the other by the end of the week.
At 9 o'clock the next morning (after I had just gone to bed a little after 5 o'clock) I get woken up to a phone call. I passed the interview process and had orientation Thursday afternoon. That was my fun situation of today. We filled out a few pieces of paper (mostly signatures) then had to dig a photo ID out so we could take a drug test. Surprise, it was an oral drug test. Hmmm, the only oral drug tests I had ever done consisted of my group of friends seeing which one of us could handle the most and outlast the others and stay the most coherent. But you have a big piece of cotton on a plastic stick (more like a low quality lollipop than a q-tip) and have to keep it in your mouth for 3 minutes letting it soak up spit. Next surprise was that it was stomach turning nasty flavored (I wanted a refund) and I got to enjoy that for what seemed like about a half hour (damn time perception should have went the other way, blech). We stuff them into this tube and seal it up and it has a paper in it that gets lines on it which determine the results. One of the girls at my table noticed that another girls tube was pink (noone else's was) and she said she had been sucking on a cough drop all day, and we all cracked up laughing. Of course that got not only our trainer's attention, but the entire classes as well. She came over to our table smiling and said that everyone is sitting their quietly and we were the only ones looking at each other's test bottles trying to figure out if they were good or not as if we had any idea what to even look for, lol. But mine came out clean (I'm such a good girl, luckily the massive amount of alcohol I drank at the bar last night had burned off lol). So I start training on Monday 4pm-midnight, 5 days a week for 8 weeks, getting paid for it the whole time also.
(Afterthoughts)
Back again among the rats and their mazey crazy race. Go Team Paycheck!
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Hammer + computer = "Happy" LizzyBeth
As per the possibly most basic school requirements for my current class, I needed a computer program that I absolutely hate and have successfully managed to avoid for a few years thanks to the wonderful, caring, and loving OpenOffice (which is also priced to move at absolutely free). Although I didn't have to send those "sock munching clay brained trailer tire kissing bastards at Microsoft" (I'm not afraid they might hear me and I'll shout it again "nevermind" ) the $100+ for their brainwashing office software (which has wiped most people's sensibilities completely out since it is damn near a standard format) and polluted my computer with the 60 day trial instead.
Last night I had to write my first report for the end of week 1 using the Word program. I figured that it would not be too horrible, cause I mean seriously, how badly can you screw up a word processor, and they have been making it for years upon years, and therewithin lies root of the problem. When you take something that functions rather well, then try to repeatedly improve it with insane new and confusing features and add functionality aspects that might be used by a physics professor typing out a graduate level textbook, then organize everything by having a drunken monkey poop into a hat, you end up with a less than stellar program.
If you use it and like it and actually understand it and can manage to change the layout on the page without having the other layout tweaks reset and vanish, congratulations on getting your physics degree. By the time I had the blank document ready to start writing my paper, my voice was about shot from all the wild screaming I do at the computer screen and I most likely would have embarrassed the old lady who lives next door if she hadn't lost most of her hearing (but the people on the other side of her probably covered their children's ears). "Angry" is a good word for my experience with it last night but only because any other description tends to ring along the lines of "premeditated" if you want an idea of how upset I was.
I only had a couple pages that I wrote, 10 questions which I had to answer and explain with a couple of paragraphs each. By the time I had begun to type, I would have been half way finished were I using OpenOffice instead. And of course, by the time I started actually "working" on the paper, I was pissed off that I couldn't think as cleverly as I generally do, and my paper suffered for it. Luckily I have never had to use Excel or PowerPoint (or their equivalents) so I won't become quite as upset since I don't have a better standard to base my experience off of.
ELIZABETH SMASH!!!!!
(Afterthoughts)
The one "good" thing I will say about using that foul program is that it was interesting. Everytime I tried to use a feature the toolbar would rearrange itself into a different configuration the each time so that I never got bored looking at the same icons in the same place where they would be too easy to locate when I needed them.
Last night I had to write my first report for the end of week 1 using the Word program. I figured that it would not be too horrible, cause I mean seriously, how badly can you screw up a word processor, and they have been making it for years upon years, and therewithin lies root of the problem. When you take something that functions rather well, then try to repeatedly improve it with insane new and confusing features and add functionality aspects that might be used by a physics professor typing out a graduate level textbook, then organize everything by having a drunken monkey poop into a hat, you end up with a less than stellar program.
If you use it and like it and actually understand it and can manage to change the layout on the page without having the other layout tweaks reset and vanish, congratulations on getting your physics degree. By the time I had the blank document ready to start writing my paper, my voice was about shot from all the wild screaming I do at the computer screen and I most likely would have embarrassed the old lady who lives next door if she hadn't lost most of her hearing (but the people on the other side of her probably covered their children's ears). "Angry" is a good word for my experience with it last night but only because any other description tends to ring along the lines of "premeditated" if you want an idea of how upset I was.
I only had a couple pages that I wrote, 10 questions which I had to answer and explain with a couple of paragraphs each. By the time I had begun to type, I would have been half way finished were I using OpenOffice instead. And of course, by the time I started actually "working" on the paper, I was pissed off that I couldn't think as cleverly as I generally do, and my paper suffered for it. Luckily I have never had to use Excel or PowerPoint (or their equivalents) so I won't become quite as upset since I don't have a better standard to base my experience off of.
ELIZABETH SMASH!!!!!
(Afterthoughts)
The one "good" thing I will say about using that foul program is that it was interesting. Everytime I tried to use a feature the toolbar would rearrange itself into a different configuration the each time so that I never got bored looking at the same icons in the same place where they would be too easy to locate when I needed them.
Monday, February 9, 2009
My fingers are numb but it's all for the yum
Ahhhh, turkey sausage links of frozen and icy cold goodness waiting all in rows to escape from their cardboard box of a jail only to feel the warm kiss of a scalding hot grill. Hella tasty when cooked, tooth breaking nasty when unprepared for human (or demoness) consumption (the eating kind, not the Tuberculosis version). My morning excitement consisted of transporting the little tubular prisoners into ziplock baggies where they will serve out the rest of their sentence. Considering that I had 20 pounds of them left between 2 boxes and supposedly 160 links per box (320 for the mathematically challenged). If I used both hands (meaning one then the other) I could load a single bag with my fingers turning numb then switch hands and load the next one and still have barely enough coordination to fumble the bag closed, hooray!
(Afterthoughts)
Damn right, boring and trivial but my finger do smell like icy turkey now so it's all cool.
(Afterthoughts)
Damn right, boring and trivial but my finger do smell like icy turkey now so it's all cool.
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