When? soonish.
Unemployed comes from not wanting to work a job that's trying I'm likely to get injured/killed doing if even with the compensation I can't afford to live anywhere but the back of my car (which will probably get towed anyways unless I can fix the plates).
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Glow Sticks
So I cannot bring my flashlight to work... alternatives for seeing in a fucking dark truck? Glowsticks...
They cost about 40cents each in bulk, and I don't think I'll need one Every day. They seem to come with necklace things (though I'll probably duct-tape them to my shoulder or something.)
More later. -Evan
They cost about 40cents each in bulk, and I don't think I'll need one Every day. They seem to come with necklace things (though I'll probably duct-tape them to my shoulder or something.)
More later. -Evan
Monday, November 13, 2006
Things bothering me right now
Susan, I need to call her today... and I really don't know what my goal of any conflict with her will be.
Work: back to getting crushed. yay.
Car: Plates expired, and I don't have any liquid assets to renew them 'till I get paid by GIS or for a CAD job I'm doing (she'll be back in town Thursday).
Rent: I promised Tim rent by the 15th, and I don't know if I'll get paid enough from Fedex. I really don't feel like ending up homeless.
Friends: there's a couple good friends I simply cannot stand to hang out with at the moment, either because they seem to drag me down or because there's some tension regarding what we usually do when we hang out.
Money: I don't see how I can sustain myself... I don't even know where to start cutting corners.
-Evan
Edit: Car insurance is up too. :(
Work: back to getting crushed. yay.
Car: Plates expired, and I don't have any liquid assets to renew them 'till I get paid by GIS or for a CAD job I'm doing (she'll be back in town Thursday).
Rent: I promised Tim rent by the 15th, and I don't know if I'll get paid enough from Fedex. I really don't feel like ending up homeless.
Friends: there's a couple good friends I simply cannot stand to hang out with at the moment, either because they seem to drag me down or because there's some tension regarding what we usually do when we hang out.
Money: I don't see how I can sustain myself... I don't even know where to start cutting corners.
-Evan
Edit: Car insurance is up too. :(
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Foot in mouth disease
I say things that sometimes need clarification... for instance, when I meant to say that I was looking to continue on as permanant on my job and possibly advance to a non-package handling position in the company, I instead said "'till I find something else".
I think the question had to do with how long I was planning on staying on for... an indirect asking of "do you want to stay on after the season".
I need to clarify that on monday...
I think the question had to do with how long I was planning on staying on for... an indirect asking of "do you want to stay on after the season".
I need to clarify that on monday...
Things so important they cannot be spoken of...
Unwritten rules.
I'm trying to find an example of the system by which homework at my former school was completed (It involved sections like "Known", "Problem", "Given", "Solution", "Conclusion/Discussion").
I've been searching their websites, and while I seem to have found a lot of information on answers to homework, hints and the like. I find no procedural information for doing the homework. (which is really not surprising, as we only found out there was a sytem after we started getting half our points knocked off for not following "the proceedure")
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This acutally has a lot to do with why I'm so pissed at my current employer, as a lot of what we need to know about doing the job is simply not discussed... like moving about the truck, what to do when you can't see shit and are about to get crushed to death... that kind of thing.
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But getting back to the reason I'm talking about this, I was trying to write up an argument for rules clarifiation/ammendment to the Frag rules... having to do with the tracking of damage and suggesting a wounds based accounting system rather than the health accounting that happens now.
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Anyways, Long story ended... I'm pissed because so many places take for granted such very essential and arcane things (and it generally falls to the workers/students to piece things together).
I'm trying to find an example of the system by which homework at my former school was completed (It involved sections like "Known", "Problem", "Given", "Solution", "Conclusion/Discussion").
I've been searching their websites, and while I seem to have found a lot of information on answers to homework, hints and the like. I find no procedural information for doing the homework. (which is really not surprising, as we only found out there was a sytem after we started getting half our points knocked off for not following "the proceedure")
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This acutally has a lot to do with why I'm so pissed at my current employer, as a lot of what we need to know about doing the job is simply not discussed... like moving about the truck, what to do when you can't see shit and are about to get crushed to death... that kind of thing.
---
But getting back to the reason I'm talking about this, I was trying to write up an argument for rules clarifiation/ammendment to the Frag rules... having to do with the tracking of damage and suggesting a wounds based accounting system rather than the health accounting that happens now.
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Anyways, Long story ended... I'm pissed because so many places take for granted such very essential and arcane things (and it generally falls to the workers/students to piece things together).
I don't blame Susan for my misery in this situation, or for the fact that I cannot see how anyone can support themselves on $20/day... But I do blame her for something.
Every time we talked she would duckspeak the same little dance about how it will feel good to have a job and that will make thing easier... And if that were it, I'd be ok with it, but she'd go on for hours if I didn't tell her that she sounded drunk and was repeating herself.
And now, all that sugar coating has turned to vinegar. And I really dislike that particular taste. But this is metaphor, so it doesn't matter. Anyways, now every memory of her blathering on how this would be a good thing seeps caustic liquid, and adds that much needed spice of insult to this already terrible injury (figurative).
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I just spent 24hrs asleep after my second shift of moving things.
They sat us through 3 days of training, which they neglected to tell us many things that would be useful (I suspect because there's no answer, that if given as policy, would not get them sued). [Example: How do I get to the belly of the truck when the side by me is filled with boxes and the only way to the other side is by sliding along the rollers?]
I am glad I purchased gloves. They've already saved me from what would be nasty cuts twice (once in the previous example..). Knee pads were another good investment...
I cannot bring in a flashlight (because of their theft policies), so I'm thinking of getting a case of glowsticks... (I'm undecided if I'm going to become a raver in order to use the excess...)
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It seems that every time I turn around there's another tiny little dagger in my back. The person running the applications/orientation did not mention that we'd all be seasonal until late into the orientation (3rd day of the process). It would not be such a terrible thing if he hadn't been praising and pushing the benefits that he knew we would not get.
And every time thereafter that someone mentions a benefit that is delayed/lost due to this "seasonal" label, I feel that little tinge of betrayal.
Add to this that we were made to sit and watch training videos and stuff for three days, and when we finally got around to doing the work it became apparent that not only does nobody else use any of the rules we were taught, but if we try and abide from them we will be BURIED ALIVE*.
*In our first week of handling, we were to be expected to move no more than about 100 packages an hour. This "expectation" however, does not stop the flow of boxes into our trucks... and when we're in the belly section, there is really no other place for the boxes to go than on top of our heads.
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Oh well, the last job hunt was moved along by emotional suffering and ultimatums... let's see if physical pain can help the next search...
-Evan
Every time we talked she would duckspeak the same little dance about how it will feel good to have a job and that will make thing easier... And if that were it, I'd be ok with it, but she'd go on for hours if I didn't tell her that she sounded drunk and was repeating herself.
And now, all that sugar coating has turned to vinegar. And I really dislike that particular taste. But this is metaphor, so it doesn't matter. Anyways, now every memory of her blathering on how this would be a good thing seeps caustic liquid, and adds that much needed spice of insult to this already terrible injury (figurative).
---
I just spent 24hrs asleep after my second shift of moving things.
They sat us through 3 days of training, which they neglected to tell us many things that would be useful (I suspect because there's no answer, that if given as policy, would not get them sued). [Example: How do I get to the belly of the truck when the side by me is filled with boxes and the only way to the other side is by sliding along the rollers?]
I am glad I purchased gloves. They've already saved me from what would be nasty cuts twice (once in the previous example..). Knee pads were another good investment...
I cannot bring in a flashlight (because of their theft policies), so I'm thinking of getting a case of glowsticks... (I'm undecided if I'm going to become a raver in order to use the excess...)
---
It seems that every time I turn around there's another tiny little dagger in my back. The person running the applications/orientation did not mention that we'd all be seasonal until late into the orientation (3rd day of the process). It would not be such a terrible thing if he hadn't been praising and pushing the benefits that he knew we would not get.
And every time thereafter that someone mentions a benefit that is delayed/lost due to this "seasonal" label, I feel that little tinge of betrayal.
Add to this that we were made to sit and watch training videos and stuff for three days, and when we finally got around to doing the work it became apparent that not only does nobody else use any of the rules we were taught, but if we try and abide from them we will be BURIED ALIVE*.
*In our first week of handling, we were to be expected to move no more than about 100 packages an hour. This "expectation" however, does not stop the flow of boxes into our trucks... and when we're in the belly section, there is really no other place for the boxes to go than on top of our heads.
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Oh well, the last job hunt was moved along by emotional suffering and ultimatums... let's see if physical pain can help the next search...
-Evan
Friday, November 10, 2006
Don't ask the experts,
...Because they're what's wrong with the situation.
I've been developing a new philosophy over the past few weeks... The nutshell description is that our world has taken the specialization of labor so far it has led to a great deal of dysfunction, which is meerly taken as "the way things are" rather than being seen as a problem.
Experts have no incentive, and in fact disinsentive, to making their work usable to the masses. This leads to a bunch of disparate groups in their ivory towers trying to build them ever higher. And while these advances are not bad things (and are even found to be marketable to "the masses" from time to time), the tools they use should be simple enough for everyone to pick up... or at the very least, they should not throw away the old tools that were simple enough for everyone to use...
An example of this would be how the auto industry integrated computers into every system, creating the situation where while thirty years ago, a hobbiest might be able to repair/maintain/and perhaps modify their car, that would be impossible today (in part due to the cost assosciated with specialized equipment such as OBD scanners and things)
This leads me to wonder as well if a durable, easy to repair, simple to understand car would sell well today? Merely because it gives people the option to empower themselves and take control of the device.
But I digress.
-Evan
I've been developing a new philosophy over the past few weeks... The nutshell description is that our world has taken the specialization of labor so far it has led to a great deal of dysfunction, which is meerly taken as "the way things are" rather than being seen as a problem.
Experts have no incentive, and in fact disinsentive, to making their work usable to the masses. This leads to a bunch of disparate groups in their ivory towers trying to build them ever higher. And while these advances are not bad things (and are even found to be marketable to "the masses" from time to time), the tools they use should be simple enough for everyone to pick up... or at the very least, they should not throw away the old tools that were simple enough for everyone to use...
An example of this would be how the auto industry integrated computers into every system, creating the situation where while thirty years ago, a hobbiest might be able to repair/maintain/and perhaps modify their car, that would be impossible today (in part due to the cost assosciated with specialized equipment such as OBD scanners and things)
This leads me to wonder as well if a durable, easy to repair, simple to understand car would sell well today? Merely because it gives people the option to empower themselves and take control of the device.
But I digress.
-Evan
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Cooking, pants optional
PANCAKES!
MOTHERFUCKIN' PANCAKES!
and EGGS!
So I made breakfast today... I made some nice and chewy and sweet and fluffy pancakes (motherfuckin'), and then I made some eggs... scrambled and folded rather well.
Around noon I made the rest of the batter to feed a friend and then went and tried to make an apple pancake... So I cut up an apple like a spastic retard and tossed it ontop of the pancake... then I put some cinnamon sugar on it...
It turned out a little undercooked in the center but tasted really good.
and now I have pants, yay pants.
MOTHERFUCKIN' PANCAKES!
and EGGS!
So I made breakfast today... I made some nice and chewy and sweet and fluffy pancakes (motherfuckin'), and then I made some eggs... scrambled and folded rather well.
Around noon I made the rest of the batter to feed a friend and then went and tried to make an apple pancake... So I cut up an apple like a spastic retard and tossed it ontop of the pancake... then I put some cinnamon sugar on it...
It turned out a little undercooked in the center but tasted really good.
and now I have pants, yay pants.
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Ma's stir fry recipe
Foods:
Chicken (I use boneless/skinless breasts because I'm lazy, one per person)
Veggies (again, I'm lazy, so I usually buy some bag of mixed/cut/washed stuff)
Marinade:
1 Tbsp Oil
3 Tbsp Soy Sauce
3 Tbsp Sake (or dry sherry)
1" Ginger, minced
1 Clove garlic
Sauce:
1/4 cup chicken broth
1 tsp cornstarch
1 1/2 Tbsp Oyster Sauce
Marinade meat for about a half hour then stir fry until browned.
Set meat aside and stir fry veggies for a minute, then add chicken and sauce. Continue cooking for a few minutes until the sauce thickens a little, the veggies get slightly tender, and stop before the chicken gets rubbery.
Check the biggest piece of chicken you can find to see if it's cooked through (I'm paranoid). If it is, serve the food, eat over rice. Yum.
Chicken (I use boneless/skinless breasts because I'm lazy, one per person)
Veggies (again, I'm lazy, so I usually buy some bag of mixed/cut/washed stuff)
Marinade:
1 Tbsp Oil
3 Tbsp Soy Sauce
3 Tbsp Sake (or dry sherry)
1" Ginger, minced
1 Clove garlic
Sauce:
1/4 cup chicken broth
1 tsp cornstarch
1 1/2 Tbsp Oyster Sauce
Marinade meat for about a half hour then stir fry until browned.
Set meat aside and stir fry veggies for a minute, then add chicken and sauce. Continue cooking for a few minutes until the sauce thickens a little, the veggies get slightly tender, and stop before the chicken gets rubbery.
Check the biggest piece of chicken you can find to see if it's cooked through (I'm paranoid). If it is, serve the food, eat over rice. Yum.
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