Fucktard of the Week

There wasn't even any convo. I got a message from him when I was asleep:

arizonaexecutive (9/30/2004 10:09:50 AM): hello

Went to check his profile and almost threw up my banana. http://profiles.yahoo.com/arizonaexecutive For those of you without yahoo...well...I can't post the pic cause it's a BIT x-rated. Ok, I have 8 minutes to shower and get out of here for my physical therapy.

I Hate Ktreva!!

She kept mentioning some thing about dancing lions and Kenya pissing on Norway...NO clue what was going on (I honestly thought it was either drugs or a mass hallucination since her husband was in on it - they both danced around and sang). Well, it was drugs...Please check out this little bit of internet crack. * http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/29/ *Check at your own risk, if you wind up losing your job or you family don't come after my fat black ass.

*sigh*

Job interview was a complete bust. I had specifically asked what I would be tested on, and they said pseudocode. Ok, fine...that was bad enough. But, I get in there and they wanted me to test on SQL too. Not NECESSARILY a big deal except I was completely unprepared and froze up in fear. It didn't help that they wanted me to do it in some program I had never seen/heard of before. In the first interview I had SPECIFICALLY stated I had worked predominantly in Access, and the work I had done in Oracle mostly consisted of doing queries, updates, deletes...you know..minor stuff. I had no idea how to open the table with a typed command (which was the very first step after OPENING the program). I don't think the pseudocode went too well either. The scenario was setting up a toll booth to collect coins. If the amount was 75 cents or more the red light turned green and the gate went up. I'm not sure if I was supposed to initialize the values to preset coin denominations. It wasn't shown in any of the samples, but after I left I felt like a fool for not even asking. The rest of it was fine. I set the coin counter to 0 and set the gate and light to booleans. But, it also occured to me a few minutes ago that I should have set it up with a time delay and a loop. Damnit...I'm worthless. I give up...I'm going to be an office peon. I screw up all of my tech interviews by being unprepared or over-eager.

Eternal Damnation III

If you haven't read the previous click here. Days later, emeciated and weak, the man was led again to the darkly mysterious woman's lair. A long journey it seemed. "I hear you are not…cooperating," She said casually over a blindingly white porcelain cup. As She placed the cup upon the table, Her long black nails clicked against it with a sound of finality. The man looked at nothing but the floor, not speaking. The woman rolled Her eyes. Rising, in one fluid motion She strode across the room and cupped the man's chin in the palm of one hand digging Her nails into his sallow, filthy flesh. As their eyes locked, the woman said, "Do you know my name?" "No," the man croaked through a suddenly dry throat. He was absorbed by Her. She was all that he was aware of - pink tongue flashing across ruby red lips. Her face took on a predatory glow, "You may call me 'Mistress'." The man cleared his throat, eyes till locked to Hers, "Yes," he paused, swallowing hard. Moments later he whispered, "Mistress". "Good, very good," She chuckled. Letting Her hand fall to Her side, She turned and slowly walked to the couch. Languidly lounging on the rich, plush cushions She merely stared at the man in complete silence for what seemed like an eternity. "You know," She finally said in a rather pleasant, conversational manner, "I think I rather like you. Yes, I want you to be one of my personal servants. Of course you'll have to be broken". Raising one slender finger to Her cheek and tapping it rhythmically, She added, "But that probably won't take very long" and smiled in a most repugnantly evil fashion. Turning Her head so that She could look through the window, She gave a signal and the man was taken back to his cell.

Rendevous and Stuff

This weekend was great. Had fun and all that, except for people in our group crapping out by 10:00 - 10:30 on Saturday...I swear, everyone was sick or sleepy by then. While at the event this weekend I was most kindly reminded of the fact that the packets for Trail of History had to be in by 10/01. Well, being the procrastinator that I am, I obviously have not sent mine in yet and was scrambling around the house looking for it. At 11:00pm I go and check over by my old computer - a place I only go to to dig through my pile of old mail maybe once a week - and I saw a note by my monitor. I figured it was just a scrap someone had left there, but no, apparently, I got called back for a second interview at the place I went to last week (programming in SQL and...visual basic I believe). Anyway, I went to confirm that this was indeed for me, because I couldn't remember if the name on the sheet was similar to one of the two places I had been last week. It was. Ok, here are my main questions:

1. If someone gets a call about a job interview call-back and you took the message, would you put it in some obscure place that they never go to if you REALLY WANT THEM OUT OF YOUR F'ING HOUSE???? and
2. Are you allowed to yell at people who do dumbass things like that?

I should be happy I got a callback..though I am not quite sure how they got my home number since I could have sworn I put my cell phone as my contact number on my resumes. I have heard a lot about my grandmother being rude about answering the phone as well as either not receiving messages or receiving messages that are so screwed up I can't figure out who/what to call back on a much too regular basis. Ex: John Smith at 123-456-7890 called, but I get "James West at 132-456-7899"; OR they don't get either the name of the company or the phone number at ALL. It's all good. Soon...SOOOON, I shall have a decent paying job and can get the hell out of dodge and find something else to bitch about. Anywho, I will post another installment of the story either tomorrow or Tuesday unless something horrible happens (ohhh alliteration).

You know, I was thinking about that job I am supposed to go interview for again. I am completely mortified. I know it's a fairly entry-level position and they aren't expecting some professional programmer with 10+ years of experience in there, but I am definately NOT secure in my abilities because of the length of time it has been since my last position. This would be a great job for me by way of not having to deal with people; but all in all, I would prefer the other job I interviewed for. It definately has a more creative outlet and isn't straight programming all day long. I guess the fact that one of the men I interviewed with was like "a lot of people don't last a week here." I understood why, and I don't have the same attitude as those people...but you also have to wonder about the work environment. You had to have a helluva lot of people quit to make a statement like that to a potential candidate for an open position! And that seems like a big red flag for me. Maybe I'm just being pessimistic again, I don't know. Oh, sidenote: I was reminded that some questions are better left unanswered...or at the very least, the answers should be remembered for safety reasons - "Hey, why do I have an almost completely full container of sugar-free jelly in here? That stuff was tasty the last time I had it...PB&J here I come." Now it's 7 hours later, my ass sounds like a tuba performing "Flight of the Bumblebee"*, and I keep taking 15 minute detours to catch up on my "light reading". *mumbles to self 'If I don't take another part of the paper in there next time, I'm going to have the real estate section memorized'* And on that note....I have to return...maybe if I go to sleep I won't notice it so much? *5th up from the bottom. (Direct links sending me to some weird page with nothing on it.)