Somebody, take my job! Please!
Every phone I look at involves about 10-15 minutes of computer work. Everything is on the internet. This week our connection is so slow, you type a word and the letters appear a minute later. Usually I can burn right through stuff and get it done, but now I have too much time to get distracted or called to something else. Makes my crappy dial-up seem like a T-2 or T-3 or whatever the heck it is.
I was chosen to do a consumer study at the local corporation that manufactures appliances. I was put in a room with two-way glass and a ton of video cameras. I was so self-conscious being watched like that. I had a stupid grin on my face the whole time. They wanted to see how much you read the manual, what you retain from the manual, and what you can figure out yourself. I tested on a microwave hood combo and got $50 for less than an hour. It was really weird, but I'll do it again if asked.
My friend that is moving was supposed to stop by tonight but she never called. I'm kind of relieved. Goodbyes are hard, so I didn't get a chance to cry or say something stupid.
There's a horse farm close to my house, and I normally look over there when I drive by. There was a dark horse on the ground, and that got my attention. I was told horses sleep standing up. Then I realized all of the horse's legs were in the air. He was wrangling around on his back like a dog! I wish I had my camera.
I got the last of my Christmas cards out tonight, now I just have to wrap stuff. I wrote a card out yesterday to a lady I used to work with a the printing company. Every year we exchange our "hate my job" stories in our Christmas cards. She moved away the week we got married. I miss working in that kind of enviroment that we had at the printing company, informal dress, and being around a bunch of people that got along. It was fun, we had to carry something with us at all times, like a job ticket to look like we were talking about official business. We'd have rubber-band fights. We were allowed to listen to walk-mans, and get all wrapped up in our work laying out negatives of book pages. We were strippers. I got so good that I would ricochet the rubber bands off the ceiling so they would drop right in front of my victim on his or her light table. The owners were nazis though, and we all walked out or found other jobs within weeks of each other. I miss those people. Well, most of them.
I was chosen to do a consumer study at the local corporation that manufactures appliances. I was put in a room with two-way glass and a ton of video cameras. I was so self-conscious being watched like that. I had a stupid grin on my face the whole time. They wanted to see how much you read the manual, what you retain from the manual, and what you can figure out yourself. I tested on a microwave hood combo and got $50 for less than an hour. It was really weird, but I'll do it again if asked.
My friend that is moving was supposed to stop by tonight but she never called. I'm kind of relieved. Goodbyes are hard, so I didn't get a chance to cry or say something stupid.
There's a horse farm close to my house, and I normally look over there when I drive by. There was a dark horse on the ground, and that got my attention. I was told horses sleep standing up. Then I realized all of the horse's legs were in the air. He was wrangling around on his back like a dog! I wish I had my camera.
I got the last of my Christmas cards out tonight, now I just have to wrap stuff. I wrote a card out yesterday to a lady I used to work with a the printing company. Every year we exchange our "hate my job" stories in our Christmas cards. She moved away the week we got married. I miss working in that kind of enviroment that we had at the printing company, informal dress, and being around a bunch of people that got along. It was fun, we had to carry something with us at all times, like a job ticket to look like we were talking about official business. We'd have rubber-band fights. We were allowed to listen to walk-mans, and get all wrapped up in our work laying out negatives of book pages. We were strippers. I got so good that I would ricochet the rubber bands off the ceiling so they would drop right in front of my victim on his or her light table. The owners were nazis though, and we all walked out or found other jobs within weeks of each other. I miss those people. Well, most of them.
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