Thursday, February 25, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
Yesterday Matt called me - and even though I was at work - I needed to answer so he could distract me from how I almost gave myself a heart attack and/or crapped my pants with 4 hours left before I could punch out and change clothes . . .
Friday, February 19, 2010
Well, here I am at the Dodge dealership. Since no one in the free world carries after market battery cables or splicing kits large enough for a Dodge Ram- I'm here having the terminal repaired.
The last time I was here was awkward for me- remember?
We were next door at the VW dealer to drop off your car for service after hours- but we didn't have a pen to fill out the drop-off form?
So I came over here to borrow a pen and they couldn't believe how bold I was?
More awkward than that.
I'm wandering around inside, waiting for the service department to come get me, when this sleazy car salesman struts up to me (reaching chin level so I got a perfect view of the BAD dye job of his oily hair)...
In mid-beeline to me he breezes past the girl at reception.
"Hold all my calls! They can wait while I help this gentlemen pick out his DREAM"
He can't be talking about me right??
Crap. He totally is.
After politely telling him to scram (Chad: Get outta here!) I got sad. I totally could have killed time telling him that I need a vehicle to go with my "Tough girls have tough toys" bumper sticker!
Hindsight is 20/20 my friend.
So out comes my cell phone so I can sit in a chair and not be bored INSTEAD of wandering around the sales sharks waiting for one of us to walk away annoyed.
How's the job going? Get any mannequins to take home yet? Save one for me
Sent from my iPhone
Work is going good. They won't let me take home any broken mannequin parts. My job is to make a negative mold of the original sculpture then to take a mold of that negative to make a positive "master". The master is then highly polished and finished to then make a tool. The tool then makes thousands of units. Right now I am working on a project for Nike. I molded Ronaldo Cristiano from a clay sculpture. Pretty fun. It is a mandatory 48 hour week with as much overtime as possible. If I end up staying there after 2 months, there will be lots of hours.
Talk to you later.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
Right away sir.... the bathroom is this way... can I help load that in your car?.....it's my turn to empty the trash again? Absolutely, I'll wear blaze orange everyday.... Chad and me and a LOT of other people these days are stuck working jobs for far less than their potential.
Where 40 years ago, companies were hiring right out of college, these days you have to claw your way out, grappling to each stepping stone as if is your only hope - and it might just be.
I recently was offered a better job with potential - after 2 interviews months ago, printing resumes, portfolios, touring factories, countless emailing and a little networking. Because of the (maybe temporary) nature of the new job, I couldn't justify leaving my current, lesser, job. I had to have a meeting with the head manager at my current job.
The Jaba-the-Hut-esqe man proceeded to give my both financial advice and general life advice when all I asked for was a temporary schedule change. Thank you for the unsolicited advice you 300-lb douchebag.
This all goes back to the difference between a job and a career. These people have settled. They have decided to make their job their career. That's fine I suppose. In a way I envy these people, they are happy working for $9.00/hr. And we need people to clean our bathrooms, empty garbage, be cashiers and unload trailers full of merchandise etc. etc. Jobs only leave the career-bound restless and hungry for more.
I feel sorry for those who get backed into a corner financially and have no other choice, but there are those out there who can do better. A co-worker of mine has been working this job for 10 years! My restlessness/dissatisfaction has spread to her thinking and now she is looking for something better.
So don't huddle in a corner everyone, keep looking, don't lose your motivation people!
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Friday, February 12, 2010
I was more thinking back to the 'McGuffin' of the movie the three glowing rocks. These rocks, when combined, would start to heat up and glow white hot until they caused a fire. You may recall at the end of the movie Indy is making his getaway with the 3 stones across the rope bridge, when the stones catch fire! It was only when the stones were in close proximity.
This leads to my theory. Being as it is perpetually winter here in Colorado, I thought about designing a suit with a number of long, tube-shaped compartments. Each of these large compartments would hold 1 wiener dog. 1 person may need 4 or 5 total wiener dogs inserted into these compartments all over their body to create enough warmth to survive the Colorado winter (assuming you don't want to contract Ricketts by staying inside for 8 months out of the year). This design concept led me to wonder that if like in the Temple of Doom, you got too many wiener dogs together and a person or wearer of the suit, may spontaneously combust, contracting 2nd and 3rd degree burns to the wearer of the suit (the wiener dogs will be fine). You then would fall off a rope bridge to hungry crocodiles below. Hmm, something to think about...
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Today I got to see the results of a photo campaign that I went to with Chelsea and Zahra. I don't remember anything very eventful happening. Except the guy painting "NO H8" on my face kept calling me "baby" and telling me how cute I was - and while I was actually standing in front of those bright lights, following instructions to look this way, tilt that way, and tugging down my Hugo Boss v-neck so you could get a good gander at the tooth around my neck. . . uhhh. I forgot what I was taking about . . .
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
This movie stars Robin Williams (Lance Clayton) as a failed writer-turned-English-teacher at the local high school. His son, Kyle, a student at the school is unruly, rude, perverted and hate-able loser. The opening scene, Lance catches his son auto-erotic asphyxiating/masturbating to internet porn. The plot thickens when Kyle takes it too far one night when Williams is out on a date with the art teacher. Kyle accidentally hangs himself in his bedroom.
Being the World's Greatest Dad, Lance makes the auto-erotic activity look like a cliche suicide, writing a deep, descriptive note about why he had to leave this world. Until only now was Lance a failed writer. The note gets published in the school paper, Lance's true writing talent is not recognized and shenanigans ensue.
Best Line: "If you don't act right at dinner, I'll stab you in the face" - Lance Clayton
I give this movie 2 out of 5 stars for uncomfortable/creepy scenes and because it was not as comedic as I had hoped.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5PkGTjZccNE (sorry embedding the trailer was disabled)