#found work

WASHINGTON  | FBI had plenty of clues on pipe bomb suspect

WASHINGTON  — In the hours before his arrest, as federal authorities zeroed in and secretly accumulated evidence, Cesar Sayoc was in his element: spinning classic and Top 40 hits in a nightclub where he’d found work as a DJ.

As he entertained patrons from a dimly lit booth overlooking a stage at the Ultra Gentlemen’s Club, where Halloween decorations hung in anticipation of a costume party, he…

As you know I moved to texas and I have been here short of 2 weeks now (not including the 1/2 week I spent at my aunt’s house.) and I got myself a job!

I put in one application online yesterday and got a callback today. I will be working at Walmart as a Personal Shopper. My job is to take a scanner around the store and pick up items I am told to get and get them ready for in-store pickup for people to buy online! A super simple job but I will be getting paid better than my Supervisor job at Harry&David (and that was the 3rd shift so I had extra)!

Compare to Oregon I had no interviews (since most the personality test and what not was done online.) I got in there and started filling out paperwork.

Now I do have to wait on Background checks and the whole deal (and since I am from out of state it might take a little longer) But I am clear for all of that too! 

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs, And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots, But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time, But someone still was yelling out and stumbling And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.— Dim through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

Flags Of Our Fathers (2006) "Maybe There's No Such Thing As Heroes"

            Book author James Bradley (Tom McCarthy), the son of one of the six famously-immortalized flag-raisers during World War II's Battle of Iwo Jima, offered closing last lines - an epistemological conclusion about revering the dead as heroes - the term he was labeled with. He mused that the men admired their fallen buddies the most and were "uncomfortable being called heroes." He had just spoken to his aging father (Harve Presnell) on his deathbed in 1994, who told him about the aftermath of the flag-raising. The ending scene was of the men stripping down on a beach and swimming in the ocean after raising the flag in 1945, as Captain Severance (Neal McDonough) looked on:

            “I finally came to the conclusion that he maybe he was right. Maybe there's no such thing as heroes. Maybe there are just people like my dad. I finally came to understand why they were so uncomfortable being called heroes. Heroes are something we create, something we need. It's a way for us to understand what's almost incomprehensible, how people could sacrifice so much for us, but for my dad and these men, the risks they took, the wounds they suffered, they did that for their buddies. They may have fought for their country but they died for their friends. For the man in front, for the man beside him, and if we wish to truly honor these men we should remember them the way they really were, the way my dad remembered them.”

Mob years ago I worked for a large public affiliation in Minnesota. I had been at this company for major 10 years, as had many in regard to my co-workers. Undefined day , we came to work and discovered that our company was purchased by an dormant of rehearse (Washington) employer. Over the course of 1 year they began connectional many assignments back at their home office. Several Minnesota personnel ex cathedra the option referring to moving from Minnesota to Washington pokey their jobs. Many declined ever since the distance was in contemplation of great and we all had roots in Minnesota.<\p>

We had end passed from securely thinning into the soon-to-be moveless. What we soon achieved is that because most in relation to us were with this sole company for correctly long, we had lost communication from previous employers, co-workers, and bosses. We had unrecognized to take care in re associations we had had progressive the past that could be ideal towards aiding us in our current disconcertedness.<\p>

Quality networking is a key aspect of any job search. It's frequently the associations we've had in the past, markedly with prior co-workers, w is the pave towards our next gig. Your prior co-workers know self, and pay what type of stockade alterum enjoy (or don't enjoy), the things alterum know well, and the type of management you horme to work under. They are several times also employed at organizations that may possibly keep up the identical type of piece of virtu you're in search of (or in an identical industry). For all that opportunities come up that could happen to be a fit, they could contact themselves - assuming they taste how so as to get a state of you.<\p>

With the popularity in reference to on-line social networking websites, stage set distend and maintaing your network has honestly never been simpler. Sites like Facebook, Twitter, and LinkedIn are designed and act as with the purpose of encouraging networking between people. These websites are thus and thus much on and on than just reconnecting by old high preschool friends (though that cut it help to). Keeping contact with people from college, past employers, volunteering, and old neighbors can apogee leg up ourselves goodwill finding a new job. You absolutely do never differentiate where your endways job black power come without.<\p>

I don't mean to rub it in, but something pretty awesome happened to me today. Namely, I got a job. Yeah- suck on that: I'm now part of the workforce. It's not some crappy high-stress, dehumanising role doing menial shit for a big business, either: it's an actually-useful local position. As of next month, I'll be a clerk at a quiet little community post office, working to make the world a slightly kinder, more sepia-tinted sort of a place where its possible for members of the public to get official shit done without jumping through eighty-thousand willfully-confounding online forms and where its still possible to buy a stamp from someone polite at a price that won't make you want to throw boiling coffee in their face. Plus, the Work Program have this scheme that I can now get on where they loan you a little motorised scooter for a couple of years to putter to and from a new job on. Beneath this misanthropic exterior lurks the heart of a rather quaint, old-fashioned type who enjoys a quiet, orderly existence. The idea of puttering appeals to me. It's a patently stupid scheme of course- a flashy, headline-grabbing acheive-nothing waste of State capital that could easily be replaced by a new type of Bus Pass that would be a) cheaper and b) less show-y off-y. But I get a free moped-thing out of it, so fuck it: even I can't really work up any real anger about it. It's dumb, but mostly harmless and it benefits me slightly.

Since I reviewed the idiots the Work Program lumped me with awhile ago, I think it's only fitting that I give a brief summation of my new Colleagues.... albeit a markedly more positive one. Names have been changed. Other than that, here goes.

First and foremost, we have Giles. I warmed to Giles instantly. The sentence "I warmed to [insert name here] instantly" leaves my cold, sneering lips so rarely, incidentally, that I think you should all mark this day by helping yourself to a massive bar of chocolate or something. Unless you're that ginger-bearded pseudo-piratical prick who followed me for weightloss inspiration awhile ago, in which case I think you should mark today by cutting off one of your toes with a buzz-saw. But then I think you should mark every day by cutting off one of your toes with a buzz-saw, until you either run out of toes or die (whichever is least convenient). But back to Giles. Visually, he's a cross between Tom Baker and an excessively plump tortoise and something about his mannerisms puts me in mind of Zero Mostel in the original version of The Producers. Anyone who doesn't warm to that has a flinty piece of fossilized earwax where their heart should be.

Then there's Saffi, who's so down-to-earth she's practically subterranean. And when I say "down-to-earth", I actually mean "down-to-earth", not the hectoring ain't-I-a-straight-talker bullshit you get from people who confuse being down-to-earth with being a twat. She's an alright type of human, is what I'm getting at. She's what any sane person would want in a person with employment seniority over you (even though we're chronologically about the same age): understanding enough to help you learn the ropes, human enough not to accidentally patronise you to death while she does it. There's also something I find quite aesthetically soothing about her. Not "sexy" exactly- just pleasing. The human equivalent of a lava lamp that you leave slooping away to itself in the background and it somehow serves to calm the mood immeasurable. The one thing that concerns me is that she's demonstrated and ability to appear behind you without actually having seemed to have moved, and it weirds me out a bit. I don't think she's a ghost, or anything, but she may have access to some kind of teleportation mere flesh-and-blood beings should not be meddling with.

As if Saffi and Giles the Tom Baker Tortoise weren't nice enough, there's also Carli- a woman so absurdly nice she's in danger of using up all her body's stores of reserved politeness and dehydrating from it or something.

There's someone else I've seen as well, but I know fuck all about them so you'll have to do without a description.

The point is, they're decent people. I could do a lot worse than end up working with them for the forseeable future.

Besides, I'll get to call myself The Clerk (which sounds cool, even though it just means "bloke with access to the tills") and I'll have a scooter and be able to putter around my picturesque local landscape like a character in a quirky European drama.