Archive for September 6th, 2003
LiveJournal Archives – 09/06/2003
Saturday, September 6th, 2003 | LiveJournal Archives | 1 Comment
FUCKING BITCH WHORE CUNT BAG CUM BUCKET! (edited after thought and contemplation 09/07/2003 7:52 PM)
You know, she’s like a fucking cat stuck in a 70 foot tree! No, not Heather. Someone else. She’s on my friend’s list but I’m not saying who, if you figure it out, it’s kudos to you. Anyway, back to my analogy.
New Style – Still uncertain if I like it
Saturday, September 6th, 2003 | LiveJournal Archives | 2 Comments
Well, with all the new LJ features and such, I’ve been playing with the S2 style options. I’m not sure yet if I like the new look of the page. I can change it back to the way I had it, but I hink I’m going to try this on for a while. It’s like a new pair of shoes, until the get a little broken in, they’re stiff and uncomfortable. You have to force yourself to wear them so that they’ll actually get comfortable.
There are a lot of options available in this new S2 style system, but they’re pretty complex. They say to stay away unless you’re a programmer or a web designer. Well, I fancy myself a web designer, and it’s still looking like it’s a bit over my head. I’m going to have to look at it for longer and with a bit more seriousness.
LiveJournal Archives – 09/06/2003
Saturday, September 6th, 2003 | LiveJournal Archives | No Comments
The rules are simple, if you want a job, give me a résumé. If I like your résumé, I’ll put it in the pile of good ones. If I like it a second time, I’ll look up your class schedule (if you haven’t already provided it for me). If your class schedule fits the hours that I need employees, then I’ll call you for an interview. For some reason, people can’t seem to follow these rules. they come in day after day reminding me that they applied for a job, wondering if I’ve decided to call them yet, letting me know how much they need this job. I’m sorry, I know you need this job, but my giving you this job is not based on how much you need it, it’s based on how much I need you. So here I am, working on a Saturday, not as a manger, but as an attendant and someone who dropped off his résumé on Friday walks in, not to work in the lab mind you, but to talk to me about how much he needs this job. Jesus, I’m dressed in shorts and a ratty t-shirt drinking a 44 oz. Ocean Water. Do I look like I’m wearing the manager hat today?
Sorry, had to vent.
