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[Jun. 29th, 2006|09:00 pm] |
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You know what one of the problems is with cars that don't show all that much dirt? They don't show all that much clean, either. |
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[Jun. 25th, 2006|12:07 am] |
Changed air filter
Changed oil filter
Changed oil - trying 5w-30 instead of 10w-30
Changed spark plugs - all four, gapped and firing
Trying Restore (R) oil additive
Trying STP (R) fuel injector cleaner
(Huge improvement in mileage, performance, and acceleration already)
Moving to Tuscaloosa. (Sorry Magic City. It's not you, it's me.)
Have an appointment with Tallaburger (McDonalds' franchisee) Monday. |
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[Jun. 13th, 2006|03:46 pm] |
I look forward to the day when all I have to worry about is whether I should get the red car or the black.
That's going to be very nice.
More later. |
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[Jun. 8th, 2006|03:40 am] |
Sorry for disappearing so completely. I've had a lot of shit going on. Some of it pretty wonderful, some not so much. But c'est la vie, or however you spell it.
I sure as hell miss my t-town friends, though. Everybody needs to move to Birmingham. Come on, you can stay at my place! No? Poo. |
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[May. 24th, 2006|07:33 pm] |
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looked up dental procedures on images.google.com. Almost ready to go to the dentist. I need to ask Dorothea when my insurance kicks in.
I'm gonna go brush my teeth. |
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| Bloody hell |
[May. 19th, 2006|11:20 pm] |
I didn't want to like you, and I avoided you because I was afraid to like you.
While this can be applied to a hell of a lot of things in my life, I'm talking about MySpace, of course.
So yeah, I've gone and done it. |
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[May. 19th, 2006|09:30 pm] |
Ah, to truly work again... I don't mean just moving, but feeling actively useful. Leaving work knowing that I did good that day. It feels fantastic.
I have a lot of different observations and thoughts about it ('it' being work, as well as McDonalds vs Hardee's) but to assemble them into something even slightly coherent is going to take more mental energy than I'm capable of right now. I'm fully capable of spending hours on it when I'm exhausted, but I need to get to bed at a decent hour tonight.
My feet definitely hurt, though. One of my first purchases will have to be a good pair of shoes. They have to be slip-resistant and black, and I'm thinking orthopedic wouldn't be amiss.
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Kung fu study hall felt weird last night. I was sleep-deprived and exhausted from work, so that's more than likely the reason. I did have fun, though, and I did learn something: Barefoot kung fu is cool only when the situation allows for it.
Last week, I stepped onto a bitty piece of glass. I didn't consider it that big a deal, since I washed it fairly soon afterward, and it closed up fast. Granted, I do have a crazy tolerance for pain that's probably come from kung fu ..and hurting myself alot at Hardee's.
Last night, there was no glass to be concerned with (thank you Luke, for sweeping), but someone did stomp on my toe accidentally. The immediate pain was pretty bad, but it got better. I was worried that it would worsen when I got to work (on my feet for ten hours), but sleep seemed to have healed it.
At least until someone stepped on it again. That woke its ass up. |
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[May. 17th, 2006|09:59 pm] |
Grah. First day of "training," and my brain is mush. "E-training," while cool, is a bit much after 7 hours.
Harriet, the "training coordinator" or somesuch, came in and started on the training schedule. She asked if I had any days that I needed off.
"I have something this Saturday."
"Nuh uh, no Saturdays off. I can get a lot of training in on a good Saturday."
"Can I train on the breakfast shift? It doesn't start until early evening."
"A party? Yeah alright." She writes in 5-3 and says, "but I do need you here at 4am the next day."
I pause. "Now that's just mean."
She started laughing. "Shake machine class. I'd already scheduled it."
"Alright then."
I was also treated to a song that the drive-thru cashier had made up. About McDonald's. It was pretty fucking awesome, actually. Dude had a great voice. "I'm lovin' it" was not in it, surprisingly enough.
As we were going over the finished schedule, I see "Marie B*****." Marie was my district manager at Hardees, and we'd been allies. I talked to her a few times since, but lost touch (as these things go). And now she's training with McDonald's, and apparently divorced.
It'll be good to see her again.
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Sleepy time. |
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| Net10's creepy automated system |
[May. 15th, 2006|08:12 am] |
I tried to work within it (for two days) to resolve my problem, but nothin'. I resorted to my previously-discovered trick of pushing random buttons until it routed me to an operator (hey, this person doesn't know how to use a phone!).
Net10 apparently has an issue with the human voice, as the operator's voice was modulated. Either that, or I wasn't really speaking to a human. O_o
Our discussion (imagine his/her voice as robotic -- computerized, monotonous):
Operator: Yes, ma'am, I understand. You would like to re-activate your phone but you are having problems because your sim card had been de-activated...
Me, laughing: Alright, you seem to have some type of voice modulator, and it's kind of creepy. It also makes it somewhat difficult to understand what you're saying. Could you speak up?
Operator: Yes, ma'am, I understand. You are having difficulty understanding my words. I will speak louder. (pause) Are you better able to understand me?
Me: ...yes, thank you.
A lot of companies have their call-centers in other countries. Maybe Net10 saw this as a way to get rid of the accent. It would explain the very correct grammar as well.
...Maybe? |
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| update by proxy |
[May. 11th, 2006|07:18 pm] |
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) ladyjaynecobb has not had internet access this week, nor is she sure when she will get it back (Comcast thinks sometime next week). Emails will not reach her. Phone calls will, though! |
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[May. 10th, 2006|02:35 pm] |
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Oh, I hurt. I've been neglecting my body, it seems. I can't say that I've done anything physically taxing since I'd stopped going to shen lung. Lazy lazy lazy. The 'fu was fantastic last night. I'd remembered a whole lot more than I thought I had, and everyone was great in helping me relearn it.
Try try again. But stretch first. And afterward. ...and I'm considering an epsom salt bath.
But it's healing pain, and that's something I've been missing.
In other news, the ubiquitous 'Dorothea' slipped in one of the restaurants and sustained a concussion. So... the orientation was led by the HR director, and I still haven't had the "money talk." I do, however have all my paperwork read and/or filled out (1/4 inch stack). Apparently I start training next week.
And I got two keychains. |
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[May. 9th, 2006|04:03 pm] |
Got the job! I meet with Dorothea (not sure what her official job title is as I've yet to meet the woman) tomorrow at 8:30 to talk money and training and stuff.
I'm verrah verrah relieved.
I wonder if they can give me a keychain to replace my Hardee's star... |
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[May. 8th, 2006|01:56 pm] |
If you want your mail re-routed, don't fill out the Change Of Address form on the USPS website.
They tattle. |
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[May. 8th, 2006|12:24 pm] |
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Just got through with the interview, and it seemed to go really really well. I'll know "within the next two days." They've yet to do the background check and all. |
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[May. 6th, 2006|12:48 am] |
I may be selling out, but at least I'm not selling my soul.
I've got an interview set up for an assistant manager position at McDonald's. There's a decent amount of money in it, and since I went in and explained my expectations and listened to their expectations, there seems to be potential for the respect that I didn't get at Hardee's. They're at least willing to try and see, and so am I.
Plus, they have scholarships. Weeeee.. |
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| quick (dry) update |
[Apr. 20th, 2006|04:32 am] |
found that I didn't really enjoy working at C-ma:
it was the perfect job unmedicated, because I did only as directed.
discovered that ms t preferred me unmedicated.
devised rough plan to extract myself slowly (basically two weeks notice, but a bit more creative).
was rushed into action of said half-formed plan.
articulated proposal badly.
learned from my mistake, but not soon enough.
currently searching for temporary/contract work.
woot.
i'll post my resume (protected, of course), if anyone's interested. It's not half-bad, actually. My step-dad (handles majority of hiring at an unnamed large company in b-ham) looked it over and said "this would definitely get my attention" and "hell, I'd hire you if I didn't know you." I of course said "hell, that's all I'm askin" It's also been edited by an unnamed copy editor of a local marketing firm. I'd post it now, but this computer doesn't have a floppy drive, and it is WAY past my bed time. |
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[Apr. 18th, 2006|03:19 pm] |
Oh now I get it... people keep the jobs they have because reconstructing your resume is a pain in the ass.
Thankfully, I'm almost done.
... maybe |
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[Apr. 4th, 2006|04:57 pm] |
My boss (a manager who not only micromanages, but has anxious phases where she puts very strict procedures into effect) has some new policies.
We won't be able to use the internet "for personal use" at work, and I don't have internet at home, so I won't be on lj for a while. |
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