they slap some silver spraypaint on a banana clip and call it a visor.
I always thought it looked more like a car's air filter.
'Never Leave Me'
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they slap some silver spraypaint on a banana clip and call it a visor.
I always thought it looked more like a car's air filter.
I always thought it looked more like a car's air filter.
Heh. Me too.
So I talked to the HR person, and she said 3 veterans are on the list ahead of me, claiming that they have the Really Very Specialized Experience that the job requires. And by "specialized" I mean, maybe half a dozen people in the country do this work.
I can't do anything at this point, just wait. They have a 90-day window to hire off this announcement, so either they re-calculate the scoring or they wait a month or two and ask those guys if they really want to be considered for the job (this would have been easier three years ago, before the economy tanked). Meanwhile, I stay in my contract position and hope I don't get sick, since I have health insurance but no doctor.
So, the veterans lie on the applications too!
I am having a hard week with the job uncertainty in our lives. I do not really deal with uncertainty well. At all. If things suck, but I know what they are, I can cope, but not knowing what's going to happen is killing me.
So, the veterans lie on the applications too!
Everybody lies. But you have to submit a resume, too, so if the resume doesn't substantiate your answers to the questions, you shouldn't score as well. Me, I'm worried that my last-minute edits to my resume (because there was only room for 3000 characters in the box) screwed me up.
the freeways are particularly accurate. How they don't have LA's 405 is beyond me.
They needed to have an area for "telephone on hold with Comcast"
They don't have 285 either. The map is notably lacking a place where people are packing and moving.
Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest (A contest for bad fiction.)
The winner:
Cheryl’s mind turned like the vanes of a wind-powered turbine, chopping her sparrow-like thoughts into bloody pieces that fell onto a growing pile of forgotten memories.
Also, "At 26 words, Prof. Fondrie’s submission is the shortest grand prize winner in Contest history, proving that bad writing need not be prolix, or even very wordy."
Runner up:
As I stood among the ransacked ruin that had been my home, surveying the aftermath of the senseless horrors and atrocities that had been perpetrated on my family and everything I hold dear, I swore to myself that no matter where I had to go, no matter what I had to do or endure, I would find the man who did this . . . and when I did, when I did, oh, there would be words.
Many more awards and runners up for different categories.
Romance winner:
As the dark and mysterious stranger approached, Angela bit her lip anxiously, hoping with every nerve, cell, and fiber of her being that this would be the one man who would understand—who would take her away from all this—and who would not just squeeze her boob and make a loud honking noise, as all the others had.