Hiring choices
When you think back to your days of job searches and filling out applications do you remember the questions asking about your criminal past?
In a recent conversation with a hiring manager from another company we bitched about how hard it was to find decent employees and how all the kids graduating expected to start out at the top. We laughed about some of the ex-employees and candidates, discussed hygiene of said people and their criminal backgrounds.
It seems we both prefer to hire programmers / systems analysts / whatever they're going by this week that have a shady past; most notably somebody that's had their hands slapped for hacking. Our mindset, who better to have writing secure applications than somebody that knows how to get around security features?
Remember that the next time you log into your online checking account or pay your phone and light bill online.
Behold my brilliance
Finally my brilliance is on display for the blogidohexiweb to see!
No not the picture you kunckleheads, the caption.
The Leftists LLamas
I never knew the LLama Butchers were leftists. I bet those pinko commie sob's are even camped out in Crawford. And before Steve-O starts saying "We aren't leftists, promise we aren't".
I saw the LLama Butchers listed as lefties on Unpartisan.com Political News and Blog Aggregator, since it's on the interweb it must be true.
Is it me or is Steve-O starting to resemble somebody else?
Idiots abound
Am I the only one amused by the guy from New York who when questioned by the report about whether or not he understood the severity he said: "Well theres always survivors, and ain't no storm gonna bother us from New Yawk, plus back when the Titanic sunk in 1969 peoples survived, so's I ain't worried".
The reporter kindly held back his laughter and waited until the yank had walked away to mention that the Titanic had sunk at least a couple of years before 1969.
Biding our time
As the residents of southern Louisiana, Mississippi and Alabama prepare for the worst and hope for the best the rest of the nation can only sit back and watch as a nightmare unfolds before our eyes. Being a coastal resident (within 60 miles of the ocean) I've been through hurricanes and heard horror stories that go along with them all my life.
Since my father's family grew up in Wilmington, NC the big storm I'd always heard tale of growing up was Hazel. Hazel struck in October of 1954 (thirty some years before I was even a dirty though) and destroyed 15,000 homes and wiped Topsail Island clean. Had she been a category five (or a catastrophic class) hurricane, as Katrina is, when she came ashore Topsail Island may have been erased from the map.
Those tales were pushed aside when Hurricane Floyd wreaked its havoc on the eastern seaboard. The initial winds and driving rains however weren’t nearly as damaging as the flood waters that would follow in the days after Floyd cleared out. Farms were decimated; sewer and septic systems became one with the rivers and streams; caskets buried for decades floated freely downstream only to be pushed aside by the moving islands formed by hundreds of drowned livestock. As bad as the storm and its aftermath were it could have been worse.
How much worse, the only thing I can think of is the scenario unfolding right now. People have often worried about the worse case scenario should a Category Five Hurricane come ashore in New Orleans. Kelley of Suburban Blight found an article that discusses the worst case scenario. The Times-Picayune has a feature on their site titled Washing Away; in both articles scientist project the loss of life to be in the tens of thousands and possibly higher.
All we can do is sit and pray and wait and watch as tragedy is unleashed by the power Mother Nature. For those who skipped The Times-Picayune article mentioned above, Joseph Suhayda of Louisiana State University is quoted as saying that "a catastrophic hurricane represents 10 or 15 atomic bombs in terms of the energy it releases". Ole Mother Nature can be a one mean and nasty bitch when she wants to be, and it looks like she wants to be this go round.
As bad as they're forecasting the storm it's the aftereffects of the storm that truly scare the hell out of me. Should the levees give way as they're forecasting we're going to see a twenty-plus foot deep punchbowl of raw sewage, chemicals and death that is indescribable.
In the weeks following the floods resurgences of plagues we've forgotten as aid workers and residents are attacked by mosquitoes large enough to rape a turkey. The remaining portions grand architecture that was once a proud portion of New Orleans history will have to be ripped out to ensure it is no longer a breeding ground for mold and disease.
Our thoughts and prayers are with those in Katrina's path; hopefully they’ll dodge another bullet. Hopefully the nightmare scenario so many people have worried about won’t come true; but right now all we can do is bide our time as we watch a real life horror story unfold.
Saddle up ladies
Saddle up ladies, y'all are in for one helluva ride.
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Via: Kathy, Tammi, Sadie, The Maximum Leader and The Maximum Leader's sister Francis, oh wait that's the Minister of Propaganda.
Lack of hygiene
Why is it that most computer programmers lack decent hygiene?
Maybe it's something in the Jolt Cola and Mountain Dew they swill by the gallon. Maybe their hands lack the strength to grasp a washcloth or toothbrush after hours of banging on a keyboard, manipulating their mice and mashing the buttons on their joysticks. Perhaps they just don't have time to bother with such trivial matters; you know they've got to ensure the aluminum foil that lines their bedroom walls is the proper thickness (to thin and it doesn't work, to thick and it keeps the ultramindotron's brain reader waves just keep bouncing around in there).
During college I pulled my time in the trenches. I've spent many a hour in the depths of a computer lab surrounded by geeks whose breath have the unmistakable stench of Cheeto's and they've got orange fingers and orange crotches from hours of downloading porn and getting their jollies from hacking into some poor soul's machine for the fun of it. These were the ubergeeks of the mid-nineties and they smelled like a locker-room full of jockstraps after homecoming.
It's good to know that some things don't change. Other than addressing a couple of the programmers I work with as stinky on a semi-daily basis I've had to hold meetings with the topic of appropriate hygiene and added a chapter to the employee manual regarding offensive bodily aromas. There is an actual bullet with the phrase: Liberally applying cologne does is not a substitute for an actual bath or shower.
Today a young man came into our offices today offering his services. He's attending one of the local Communist Community Colleges and wanted to inquire about an internship. Normally I'll spend some time talking to them to figure out if they're a fit (normally the first question is if they've been arrested for hacking: if they have it's a plus, I'm the only programmer in the company that hasn't pulled at least a week in county lock up) but today I couldn't do it.
He was dressed pretty well compared to the reprobates that typically walk through the doors (it's a shoes optional workplace), but damn it he had a stench about him that would wake the dead. After about five minutes in the conference room discussing his goals and plans and offering advice on how to get there I had to end the meeting, as I was gasping for clean air at that time.
Just a word of advice for the ubergeeks that may be reading this, a bit of soap and water isn't going to get you pregnant; and it may actually help you get a job.
Back it up
As most of my three regular readers know the MuNuvian server was down for a while yesterday. Our benevolent and ever fearless leader Pixy Misa exorcized the demons and got the MuNuvians back up and running.
The good news was that of the all the MuNu hosted blogs there was very little data lost. Thanks mainly too Pixy being ubersmart. I can honestly say I had all faith in Pixy, even when some people were blaming the crash on me calling for me to be tarred and feathered (see what happens when people get bored). I still think it was Frank J and the IMAO's fault, never mind that spacemonkey and Harvey are both MuNuvians (I'm ignoring the facts I don't like, I hereby proclaim Thursdays to be Liberal Day at the phish tank).
Oh but back to the point of this post. Make sure you have a current backup of your template and fairly recent backup of your posts. If you aren't sure how to do this shoot me an e-mail or leave a comment I'll get you detailed instructions. Just make sure you've got backup, otherwise you have nobody to blame but yourself.
Oh and for the Yohans saying see what you get for not being on your own server: Even if the server had been down a full 24 hours (which it wasn't) it'd still have 99.73% up time, and many many less problems than BlogSplat and some of the other hosting services, beyatches one and all they are.
I don't like spam
Following is a spam e-mail I received this morning from info@spamis.org:
Title: Microsoft
Body: Would you want the largest worldwide sender of illegal unsolicited commercial spam to be in complete control of the new email standards?
Think about it.
There were also links to a petition of some sort and an anti-microsoft movement of some sort. I'm not quite sure these folks understand what spam is. It has to be the most ironic e-mail I've received in a while.
Sadistic female smokers welcome!
Somebody ended up here by doing a google search for sadistic female smokers.
I'm not complaining, I'll take all the traffic I can get. However, if you're looking for sadists, I'd recommend the LLama Butchers(don't let their fluffy exterior fool you). There are several smokin' hot females commenting here at times, but you'd have to ask them about the sadistic part.
A new level of geekness
I realized last night I've been a geek for entirely too long and may have reached a level of geekness never before known to mankind.
What brought about this realization was when my nineteen year-old sister-in-law asked "What's OS/2 Warp?". It wasn't so much that she asked the question and that I knew the answer. It was that I was wearing an OS/2 Warp t-shirt which prompted her to ask question.
Yes there are only a certain number of us who can look cool wearing Ray-Ban Aviators, a Members Only Jacket and Parachute pants (at least I'm not wearing the Magnum PI shorty shorts).
Note: For those of you wondering OS/2 Warp was IBM's failed attempt to compete with Microsoft in the Operating System Market back in 1995 and the back t-shirt said: OS/2 Warp: Fast Pane Relief.
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Bow to my greatness
As if you needed proof of my superiority.
Shamelessly stolen from Eric – The Straight White Guy.
Parenting
There are moments when you can't help but be a proud parent.
If he my son, this would have been one of those moments:
As would this:
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I knew it.....
I've suspected the wife has been blogging behind my back for a while, but never had proof, until now.
If one of those women isn't my wife I'll be amazed.
A solution somewhat
Thanks for the e-mails, comments and suggestions last night as I was wallowing in self pity last night regarding the analysis I'd done for work.
While going through the workflow model over a couple of adult beverages last night I spotted a couple of areas in need of more hours of productivity. I headed back to the hotel and worked up several scenarios, models and hacked out an analysis involving two shifts in certain areas versus one shift with overtime and weekends as necessary.
After mapping out the workflow with a second shift, keeping the same employees the bottle necks were removed and the modeled average turn around time reduced from seven to three days and overtime production costs should be dramatically reduced (keeping in mind we’re dealing with averages and theories here).
I reviewed both reports with the owners today who both seemed to like the second shift model since it allows for additional growth while keeping the employees around. The one thing I'd originally be concerned with was the disruption of their lives as some of them are forced to move to second shift hours. Then I realized that working a second shift hours are a whole lot better than not working at all.
Various roles we play
There are times I truly enjoy my job, when I wouldn't trade it for anything else. Other times I loathe my career choice and one of the many roles I fulfill. Today is the later.
The role I despise, being an efficiency expert. In this role I analyze a company's assets (human and capitol), work flow and management information system utilization. Once I'm finished with my analysis, I prepare a report with alternatives on how to reduce expenditures while increasing productivity and asset utilization. In other words, I'm a chainsaw consultant.
I roll in and make nasty decisions management doesn't have the spine to make. In most cases there are several degrees of separation, this go round that isn't the case. I've worked with this company for the past six years. This week was the first time I'd been asked to wield the chainsaw.
When I hand over my report tomorrow three or four people will be moved from office to production capacities, positions made obsolete due to training and utilization of newly implemented software. Another five to eight people will be thinking of me when they're filling out unemployment paperwork next week. All people I've shared at least one or two meals with.
I've never been fully comfortable with this facet of my job and probably never will be. If you're looking for me later this evening I'll be at the bar answering to el bastardo.
Quick Question
Have you ever had the perfect post laid out as you traveled only to loose your train of thought when you discover the hotel has upgraded you to a Jacuzzi Suite?
If you need me I'll be soaking in the tub.
Dentist Visit
There's probably TMI in this following segment.
When recently discussing dentist appointments with the guys at work one of them mentioned he'd rather have his nads waxed than go to the dentist. Dentist visits don’t bother me, maybe it’s that my dentist is an attractive lady or that most of her assistants have always been attractive women.
I'd defiantly take a trip to visit them over a nad waxing, especially after catching a couple of stray hairs in my zipper this morning.
Dinner with friends
This past Thursday while on a business trip in Las Vegas I was lucky enough to have dinner with basil & his big sister (who's 5'4") and Sadie and her new husband (the Lad). Until dinner the other night I'd never met another blogger (except my older and sometimes wiser brother).
As basil said, bloggers are nice folk, well at least the one's I've met.
basil is what you'd expect after reading his blog. He's an extremely kind, personable gentleman with a sense of humor greatly portrayed on his blog.
The Big Sister(who's 5'4") is a Georgia peach in the truest sense. She was sweet as could be without melting in the rain and he definitely has her hands full keeping basil out of trouble while in Vegas.
The only way I can describe Sadie is as a Southern Belle. I just wish I could do her justice when trying to describe her. She's cute as a button and even more eloquent than she writes.
The Lad is a lucky, lucky man. I wished I'd been able to talk to him a bit more, I can only assume that since he managed to marry Sadie he's either a great guy or managed to pull of the greatest con since I convince the missus to marry me.
At first I wasn't sure how awkward it was going to be, but within minutes of sitting down we were chatting like old friends. The topics were varied and amazingly enough weren't all about blogging although we did discuss blogging a bit.
As basil mentioned, I have read about other folks having great times at blog meets. I'm just not sure I could stand a whole weekend being around such great people and having such a great time, but it's a sacrifice I'll have to make.
Dinner the other night was a privilege and an honor, one I hope to repeat in the not too distant future. I'm amazed everything worked out to make it our dinner possible and grateful to them for they took the time out of their vacations.
Thanks again for dinner the other night, the pleasure was all mine.
Live from Las Vegas...
Summarized trip to Vegas:
Landed 10:30 (Local time) Wednesday night.
Worked from 6:30 to 5:30 Thursday.
Dinner with Sadie, the Lad, basil and the Big Sister (who's 5'4").
Worked from 6:00 to 5:30 Friday.
Checked in and caught up on blog reading while waiting for flight.
More to come the dinner excursion, which is the highlight of all my previous experiences in Vegas.
Farewell Dear Feisty fare thee well
As the old saying goes all good things must come to an end, earlier this week Chrissy decided the time had come to lay Feisty Repartee to rest. To say she'd opened several doors for me would be an understatement. Feisty was where I first discovered the other darling divas, where I sarcastically responded to a post and was shortly thereafter introduced to the other bloggers who formed the men's club.
When reading her posts I could taste the food on the stove, smell the fresh cut flowers and feel exactly what Ms. Feisty wanted me to feel. There were times I giggled like a schoolgirl and yet others when I was choked up, teary eyed and at a complete and utter lack for words. The proof of her skills as a writer will forever be present in the hallowed archives of Feisty Repartee.
Upon reading of Chrissy's decision to bring Feisty to an end my first reaction was to implore Chrissy to carry on with Feisty. The selfish side of me wants to continue to share in the antics of her beloved children and to engross myself in the stories of her childhood. After a bit of reflection and a couple of e-mails bounced back and forth I came to terms with what I already knew; she has to watch out for herself and her family first and foremost.
I'd hoped she'd reconsider. That she'd just cut back or take a break and return reinvigorated, ready for the next chapter in Feisty history. Alas, on August the 8th the final chapter in the brief and wonderful life of the blog known as Feisty Repartee was closed. It is reassuring to know that Feisty Repartee's archives are still there, that when the longing becomes to great we can flip through the pages of history and reacquaint ourselves with an old friend.
As with all things in life change is inevitable, it is impossible for us to grow as people without change and whether we like it or not, this is one of those times for our darling Chrissy. At these times I can hope that she'll also take comfort in knowing that she’s made the blogosphere and the world a better place.
It is with a heavy heart that I bid Feisty Repartee, I can only hope that she'll stop by every now and then to make sure I'm not slacking too much and with the comforting words of encouragement we've come to know and love.
Leavin' on a jet plane
Sometime in the next several hours I'll be boarding a plane bound for Atlanta, then onward to Fabulous Las Vegas. I was gonna live blog Sadie's wedding, but she went ahead with plans and got married yesterday.
Did you ever have the feeling when you're getting ready for a trip that you're forgetting something?
Update: Technology is just grand. Here I am at the aireoporto waiting on the plane I get to blog about it. As a side note, if you hear about a stoopid canuck getting his ass whipped by a southerner don't worry it's just me. I wished he'd go fly a kite eh.
Update #2: Flight delayed. Some stoopid storm in Atlanta. No bar in the aireoporto. Stoopid canadian won't shut his yap. I'm aboot to kick his hockey lovin' ass, eh.
Update #3: Made it to Vegas, flight was kinda bumpy due to bad weather. Did hear a grow man squeal like a two year old due to some turbulence.
note: I'm not a violent person and won’t resort to violence, it's just fun to pick on canadians every now and then; in the same warped way it was fun to pick on little Billy because back in grade school because he wasn't too bright.
A good cause
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Hat Tip: Beth.
Marital bliss
Today sadie from Fistful of Fortnights is tying the proverbial knot. For all the whining, bitching and moaning (most of it in the name of humor) I can honestly say I wouldn’t trade the joys of married life for anything in the world. There’s not a better feeling in the world than knowing no matter how bad my day has been the missus will be there. It’s a comforting feeling to know that if I go off on a tangent of self pity the missus will call me out; however if the tangent is justified she somehow always knows the right things to say.
I’ll offer one bit of advice to the Lad (sadie's soon to be husband). If you go with traditional vows get the obey part in writing. The missus and I hadn't made it out of the church parking lot before she'd already forgotten what I deemed the most important part of the vows.
Season's end
This weekend marked the ending of the summer softball season. The sister-in-law's team won their tournament. Through the fourteen innings she pitched she allowed two hits, three walks and one run; even more impressive considering she spent a majority of the summer recuperating from a stress fractured shin.
Side note from the weekend: The creator of juicy shorts is brilliant.
If you're wondering how I'll be passing the time this fall don't worry. The missus is coaching Volleyball, so I'll still be able to watch attractive ladies running around in shorty shorts. (The wife coaches a collegiate team, so I don't feel too guilty watching them frolic about.)
Some of you may not believe me, however the follow links provide photographic proof there are quite a few attractive ladies that play volleyball. (primary per zonker's request that I photoblog more)
Softball blogging
As summer draws to a close many of the warm weather actives we use to keep us preoccupied are also winding down. This weekend is the last area tournament for the 19 and over girls fast pitch softball. Watching these collegiate athletes take the field in person is an awe inspiring experience.
The slap of the bright yellow ball as it reaches the catchers mitt. The ping of the aluminum bat when the batter makes contact. The grunt of the pitcher as she unleashes a sixty mile-per-hour fastball that looks like a yellow blur only thirty-five feet from the batter. The chants / cheering of the teams as they go up to bat. Attractive athletic women in their prime. They're all the unmistakable sights sounds of a softball game.
Last night the sister-in-law's team won 4-0 in the first game of the tournament. The second game starts at five this afternoon. Where I shall take my seat next to the fence and gorge myself on over-priced hotdogs, pizza and watered down soft drinks that help support a great cause. If you're looking for some family fun this weekend try finding a fast pitch softball game or two in your area.
Did I mention there are almost always several that are attractive and you don't get fussed at by the misses for watching at least ten young ladies on the field at anytime? Oh how I'm going to miss softball season. Did I mention the attractive girls?
Cross posted at the LLama Butchers Shop, since they ran away and left me with a set of the keys.
A smiting or not?
I've talked to several people who have recently taken issue with an satirical article on the Advocate's website, written by Karel, referring to the recent deaths in the boy scouts as an act of revenge by God. A co-worker who considers himself a devout Christian asked my opinion on the article.
I explained that thought it was tacky for Karel to make light of the recent deaths in the Boy Scouts. But I didn't think it was any less tacky than the bible thumpers (Falwell etc..) that publicly blamed 9/11 on the Gay population (as he mentioned). At least Karel admits to his article being sarcasm and offers his sympathies to the affected families. Whereas some of the far right, got quite a bit of media attention (and little denigration) when they tried to fire off their own socio-ethnic cleansing scheme.
Playing devil's advocate I asked him what the difference was between the tsunamis from earlier this year and the acts that Karel points out. If you honestly believe God is willing to unleash the horrors of Mother Nature on multiple countries why wouldn't God also make an example out of several scout leaders? All the horrific events are pretty much all open to interpretation, except quite a few on the right feel and have voiced in national media and on blogs, that the reason the predominantly Muslim nations were targeted by an angry God was to teach them a lesson (a smiting if you will). Not very different from what Karel described, except they were dead serious and didn't include the heavy dose of sarcasm he implores, and they damn sure didn't extend their sympathies to the families affected.
My personal view is that smitings were over with when Jesus died on the cross. I can't say God destroyed that many lives to teach a lesson, especially given the number of hurricanes and other natural disasters that have plowed into the eastern seaboard the past several years (even my hypocrisy has limits).
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Hmmmmmmm
So when the boss sends me this link (Not safe for work).
I'm thinking I've got the makings of a sexual harassment suit.
Either that or he's been talking to the missus and she's been lyin' about my inadequacies again.
Something's amiss
I don't typically read La Shawn Barber on a daily basis, however it's all about to change, starting now. She's my new blog hero. She's the first "big-time" blogger to say "I don’t think women generally have the sensibilities to run the country". Maybe she'll send me some of that traffic she's got pouring in
Now if the missus will just realize the same things La Shawn does we wouldn't have those understands and the PO'lice wouldn't be gettin' called when I get a bit heavy handed. I mean the ol' lady's askin' fer a beatin' when she sasses me, ain't that right La Shawn. Damned liberated women thinkin' they all high and mighty.
Ain't that right ladies, y'alls jest lookin' to git put back in yerin' places.
Hat tip: Sadie and Kathy (who do a mo' better taming the hateful shrew than I).
Update: Not wanting to help Queeny increase her ratings, I'd recommend you do as I have and give the links to basil. Instructions Here.
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Help if you can....
Earlier this week Kate of Electric Venom was involved in a bicycle accident that left her in need of serious dental work (to the tune of over $8000), at a point when she'd already maxed out her dental coverage for the year.
If you can help please do so.
at least they aren't all Huffy
I think I'll stick to my same old routine when it comes to the news.
Earlier today I noticed that Google News had Aljazeera listed as a source on the front page (as a source for the Mauritania coup). That wasn't nearly as bad as seeing The Huffington Post listed as a source on the front page of Yahoo! News.
When I've checked Google News they typically list only legitimate news organizations on their front page, Yahoo can't say the same.........
To top it off Arianna admits in her article "this is not, after all, a peer-reviewed academic blog".
Google may be dropping conservative bloggers (The Jawa Report & Michelle Malkin), but at least Google isn't all Huffy.
basil shares the longest meme ever...
Kim of Ramblestrip tagged basil with an unusually large meme yesterday. basil being the kind and generous guy that he is tagged me. Since I'm always interested in learning more about the my favorite topic, me, I decided to participate.
Overview: This post is a community experiment with two broad purposes. The first is to create publicly accessible data about bloggers' personalities, which may have sociological value in addition to being just plain fun. The second is to track the propagation of this meme through blogspace. Full details and explanation can be found on the original posting: A Meme Worth Spreading.
The results are rather long, thus they're in the extended entry.
Instructions (to join in the experiment):1. Take the IPIP-NEO personality test and the Political Compass quiz, if you have not done so already.
2. Copy to the clipboard that section of this post that is between the double lines, and paste it into your blog editor. (Blogger users may wish to use 'compose' mode to preserve formatting and hyperlinks. Otherwise, be sure to add hyperlinks as necessary.)
3. Replace the answers in the "survey" section below with your own.
4. Add your blog information to the "track list", in the form: "Linked title - URL - optional GUID". ("GUID" stands for global unique identifier - it should be a short string that currently yields no results in a Google search.)
5. Any additional comments should go outside of the double lines, including the (optional) nomination of bloggers you wish to pass this experimental meme on to.
6. Post it to your blog!
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Location: Eastern North Carolina, USA
Religion: Yes
Occupation: Project Manager / Systems Analyst
Began blogging (mm/dd/yyyy): 01/03/2005
Political Compass Results
Economic Left/Right: 2.00
Social Libertarian/Authoritarian: 2.15
IPIP-NEO results
Extraversion
EXTRAVERSION...............70
..Friendliness.............65
..Gregariousness...........38
..Assertiveness............88
..Activity Level...........80
..Excitement-Seeking.......56
..Cheerfulness.............57
Your score on Extraversion is high, indicating you are sociable, outgoing, energetic, and lively. You prefer to be around people much of the time.
Agreeableness
AGREEABLENESS..............23
..Trust....................24
..Morality.................50
..Altruism.................22
..Cooperation..............80
..Modesty..................5
..Sympathy.................21
Your score on Agreeableness is low, indicating less concern with others' needs Than with your own. People see you as tough, critical, and uncompromising.
Conscientiousness
CONSCIENTIOUSNESS..........86
..Self-Efficacy............90
..Orderliness..............66
..Dutifulness..............88
..Achievement-Striving.....66
..Self-Discipline..........92
..Cautiousness.............64
Your score on Conscientiousness is high. This means you set clear goals and pursue them with determination. People regard you as reliable and hard-working.
Neuroticism
NEUROTICISM................52
..Anxiety..................55
..Anger....................60
..Depression...............46
..Self-Consciousness.......67
..Immoderation.............38
..Vulnerability............38
Your score on Neuroticism is average, indicating that your level of emotional reactivity is typical of the general population. Stressful and frustrating situations are somewhat upsetting to you, but you are generally able to get over these feelings and cope with these situations.
Openness to Experience
OPENNESS TO EXPERIENCE.....40
..Imagination..............39
..Artistic Interests.......92
..Emotionality.............6
..Adventurousness..........28
..Intellect................79
..Liberalism...............17
Your score on Openness to Experience is average, indicating you enjoy tradition but are willing to try new things. Your thinking is neither simple nor complex. To others you appear to be a well-educated person but not an intellectual.
Not suitable for minors......
My life is rated NC-17.
What is your life rated?
I guess I should hang up my life long goal of becoming a social worker now.....
Hat tip: Stiggy
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Everybody but me.....
It looks like all the cool kids have stalkers.
Bill of INDC Journal has I Love Bill. Bill notes that his stalker is creeping him out.
The Commissar of The Politburo Diktat has The Trotskysite Republican. The Commissar wishes his stalker would put a bit more effort into it.
And there's an under-blogospheric movement to start sadie-watch, if there's a vacancy I'll take the night shift.
Happy days are here again...
Today would be second anniversary The Cake Eater Chronicles.
(in blogidohexiweb terms)
Congrats Kathy!
Fun with Sales Reps.
An impending trip to Vegas brings to mind one of the better practical jokes I've played on a co-worker. Well I can't really say worker since the target was a Sales Rep for our company, so we'll go with co-employee.
The co-employee had always fancied himself a ladies man. On trips and meetings he would slip his wedding band into his pocket and hit on any female between the ages of 18 & 80. Him being a manwhore was bad enough. The problem the owner and I had was his actions around clients (he'd hit on them too) and the way he oversold our products (nothing like an empty promise or having to work overtime to meet a borderline impossible deadline).
Anyhoo, we were holding a conference in Vegas several years back and a group of us were amused as said Sales Rep continued drank heavily and hit on any woman in site. After we'd closed down the entertainment suite, with an open bar, we dropped the highly inebriated sales rep off at his room. We made our way out of the casino and down the strip to see the sights of Vegas. As we walked down the strip we encountered several "ladies of the night". Well I wouldn't really call them ladies, I think crack whore might be a better descriptor. (Keep in mind that the oldest profession isn't legal in Las Vegas.)
After a bit of joking around we decided to slip some cash to a several of the ladies (at various intervals) to pay the Sales Rep a visit. Needless to say the Sales Rep wasn't quiet sure why he had working girls banging on the door to his room at all hours of the night. Never let it be said escorts don't have a sense of humor.
'twas bad enough the poor sap had drank himself into a stupor, with all the lady callers banging on his door though the night he couldn't really sleep it off. Somebody also put several ladies up to calling his room (which I had nothing to do with), so between the phone calls and hookers banging on his door he managed to get about two hours of sleep.
For some reason he didn't make the next conference we held in Atlantic City a couple of months later and within a year he'd decided to find another place of employment.
