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Mean Wind Blowin’
By Corvus | September 29, 2005
The wind started kicking up shortly after midnight. When I wasn’t having dreams that poked me awake with their unsettling imagery, I was lying awake listening to it. I have this… metaphoric mindset that latches onto things like wind storms and turns them into some sort of personal symbol. Some days I have to work pretty hard to make sure they’re not self defeating ones.
TRU has been good for me, I think. I see so many things that I’m inclined to open my yap about, in a well intentioned effort to help, that it’s good training in minding my own business. Even when the flaw I see is going to destabilize the operations of the store. You know, retail management thrives on unstable environments. The last thing I need is to get involved. If I can do it here, I can do it at my next real job too. Historically, people don’t like it when the worker ants step out of line and comment on the system. I can act like a worker anyway, honest.
No word from Wolfram and Hart as yet. I try and tell myself that it’s not too late, but I feel, deep in my bones, that another candidate was picked to “be the face of the IT department.” Another candidate, perhaps, without earrings and a disarming, oft times puckish, grin.
There’s another piece of potentially good news, but I’m going to keep it under my hat for the moment, lest I lend overmuch weight to the precarious balance of it and send it smashing to the floor.
I’m currently in the third level of Thief: The Dark Project. I hate burricks.
Magic Match made me chuckle. Not the gameplay itself (which started to grow a little old after a few levels), but the transitional songs in between stages.
Another magical twist on the ‘casual’ game is Thomas and the Magical Words, a variant of Scrabble, with a young wizard and helpful animals and pixies.
Well, today is my daylight shift, so if I post again it’ll probably be this evening. I’ll leave you in the tender care of a GrumpyFish…
September 29th, 2005 at 2:57 pm
(ripped from Girls Are Pretty)
YOUR RESUME IS HYPNOTIC
They are simply waiting a couple days to prolong their anticipation of hiring you. Your resume is posted on the refridgerator in the break room, and there’s often a crowd gathered around it. Productivity has slowed to a crawl, as workers drop in to grab a cup of tea and are ensnared by its mesmeric charms. Soon the managers will go remove it so they can call and offer you the job, but they will have to find protective goggles, and possibly heavy rubber gloves.
HAPPY YOUR RESUME IS HYPNOTIC DAY!
And good luck!
September 29th, 2005 at 8:01 pm
*eltrohc*
Thanks, Thomas!