tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-615692117445560312024-02-18T21:58:03.550-08:00Mechanical EscapeMy own bubble of cyber space to inscribe my less-then-conventional thought patterns as they arise.Azuraelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15692865365479890631noreply@blogger.comBlogger503125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61569211744556031.post-51929906726835376292021-10-17T11:59:00.001-07:002021-10-17T11:59:20.217-07:00Home Owners Associations & COA's (Condo Owners Associations) vs. ME<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAmcvvRTQaB_1YFWY2a5ls5r1FFbL4545JtgpYlh6h9Ec-kwqlcMimfLxivoZFRkfor-Lp6x88JfG8sl4H-F3BpwQ_DmLrE0ellP7hYOJNrlZIxR5lNosqGy1_UrQ428NjT6K4__cQnA0/s620/2w700m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="433" data-original-width="620" height="399" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAmcvvRTQaB_1YFWY2a5ls5r1FFbL4545JtgpYlh6h9Ec-kwqlcMimfLxivoZFRkfor-Lp6x88JfG8sl4H-F3BpwQ_DmLrE0ellP7hYOJNrlZIxR5lNosqGy1_UrQ428NjT6K4__cQnA0/w572-h399/2w700m.jpg" width="572" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p> Ahhhh, HOA's, the one bane of existence I never had to deal with because I've rented my whole life. I live by the simple rule, if I pay the rent, don't throw grenades at my neighbors, and play rock guitar (which I don't) at 2 am in the morning on work day, then just leave me be. Pay my rent, utilities, and don't put a giant penis pinata outside my door, then we're good yes?</p><p> Fast forward to my last place in Seattle.....</p><p> I moved in with a guy who was renting a 2 bedroom/2 bathroom from a woman who was sub-leasing it.Turned out, it was a condo and not an honest to gosh apartment. So I was surrounded by "home owners" that owned their condos, and I was basically a squatter paying rent. Not being able to adult very good, I had to learn about living around "adults" super fucking quick. In all my living situations, I learned that if you keep quiet, don't cook stinky stuff, generally be a good neighbor, you're fine. NOT if you have a COA.</p><p> HOA/COA's are essentially a pack of old people that have fuck all to do in their retirement, and you have to pay them to do fuck all to have "board meetings" and wander the neighborhood/condo complex to look for something to bitch about. Basically, you're paying to build Karens/Kens to give you shit about having a plant on your patio.</p><p> Sooooo, upon moving into this Condo, it started it off quiet. Stuck inside, went to work, no biggie. One morning, I was heading to work and was taking the garbage out, and realized my car keys were still inside. "Ack, gotta get 'em". I was taking the trash to the dumpster via my car (the dumpster was 200 yards away from my front door.....) so I plopped the bag down outside my front door to run in and grab my keys. After a furious search, I found them plus $20 (WHOO!) in my jeans pocket and headed back out. As I popped out of my apartment, I got an ominous "notice" about placing my garbage in public hallways. I was in there for less than 5 minutes. No idea who left it, however, I did come to find out that people that owned condos there were issued these "notice" ticket books to hand out willy nilly. </p><p> Okay......it's on Donkey Kong, and my ass just brought the hammer......</p><p> I had a patio which I'd go out and smoke on after work (I never smoke indoors, kinda gross). So I'd go out and have a cigarette before dinner. The neighbors to the immediate left of me had no issues, young couple, super nice, would wave on occasion. Now to my left and one story up, was the most passive aggressive bitch I've ever met. When I first moved in, she introduced herself, gave me basically her entire resume ending in dog training (uh....foreshadowing?) and gave me what I can only define of as a rape whistle. She asked if it was possible that everytime I go out on the patio to smoke, I blow this whistle so she knows to close her patio door..............I did it once, and threw the whistle off my patio. "HEY, I MIGHT BE GETTING RAPED! OR SMOKING A CIGARETTE!" She was the kind of retired person that had fuck all to do except stay home and open/close her patio door all day. At one point, she even put a high speed fan on her patio pointed at mine to "keep the smoke away". If I ever get that petty with old age where I need to focus on verbally pistol whipping others, please shoot me.</p><p> Ahhh, then there was this elderly man (70ish?) who I nicknamed "Slow Shoe". My last year in Seattle I was working from home so I had plenty of breaks on my patio. I'd sit out there, watch the crows fly by, watch the groundskeeper use a leaf blower on plain asphalt, and this guy wander around. He always wore a hat, fluffy coat, nut hugger jeans (excuse me *BLLLLAAARRRRGGGG) and slippers. From his conversations I could hear, he was from the East Coast, I want to say Jersey? Anywho, he would magically come out of his apartment ever 30-45 minutes, and slowly (and I mean slow) walk around the entire apartment complex, and God help you if you ran into him because he would talk you to death. Watched it plenty of times. He'd snare someone and like people (oddly enough) in the East Coast think it's a badge of honor, he'd bring up how long he'd lived there *"I'VE LIVED HERE FOR EIGHT YEARS!" Great grandpa, I've lived here 6 months.......no one fucking cares. </p><p> Anywho, back to the topic at hand. After having the superintendent come up under my patio, sometimes with the president of the COA Board (oh no.......he brought "rank".....too bad they don't know I've had my ass chewed by a General in the Army) about curtains, plants on my patio, loud noises (roommates did that, not me), Halloween decorations, name it.....I had enough. After packing all of my crap in a moving truck, changing the locks, I'd saved up enough beer cans to line my patio waste high for all to see. :) That was severely against the COA rules, and couldn't care less. Didn't actually own the condo, and it'd give all the old, bored people something to shit their pants about. </p><p> I'm a giver. ;) And like my brothers chose too, if you find a dream house, but it falls under the 4th Reich of a Home Owners Association? FUCK THAT. My rent, my land, my rules. If I want to display a giant 20 foot inflatable dildo on my lawn for Christmas, no bullshit pile of old retirees that have nothing to do won't give me a "fine" for doing so....</p><p>COA's & HOA's across the US? You can gargle my nuts (and that's from the heart. ;) )</p>Azuraelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15692865365479890631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61569211744556031.post-15580453338506235632021-10-10T16:09:00.000-07:002021-10-10T16:09:26.540-07:00Time To Catch Up!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkdrCVBbueE9kCAnLFvsbtYLvUXYV79ovTg_qK8xoD4uUcVBkejcapsIZe-R_sIBsCM4aLk6hGw7-IcQ8TbLWXc7AZo3fpMT2GbdFWW62JR_KTNvGNCdFlwh4SET_HNVLq5ZDssWsrOkQ/s540/tumblr_5d819d1c91a4b0b38baf1a84c354640a_000fb6e6_540.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="398" data-original-width="540" height="293" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkdrCVBbueE9kCAnLFvsbtYLvUXYV79ovTg_qK8xoD4uUcVBkejcapsIZe-R_sIBsCM4aLk6hGw7-IcQ8TbLWXc7AZo3fpMT2GbdFWW62JR_KTNvGNCdFlwh4SET_HNVLq5ZDssWsrOkQ/w397-h293/tumblr_5d819d1c91a4b0b38baf1a84c354640a_000fb6e6_540.gif" width="397" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Fig. 1.1 My Brain Telling Me To Fire Up</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> Ladies and gentlemen, it has been.....errrm.....8 years since my last significant post, and my apologies for that. The fire died a bit so other things came up in the process. My last post was when I got poop-canned from running a Veterinary Hospital, and things did go South (for a while) but things ended up on the level so can't complain right? </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> To boil it down, I took on a few odd jobs in Seattle and a huge job there as well as a Superintendent of a Cemetery (don't worry, more stories to come about that!). In 2018, I returned to my hometown in Idaho (more stories about that too), Since then, it's still a bit of a culture shock from going from basically a fake LA to a small town. Many things are different here in the small town, such as:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Traffic isn't complete shite here v. Seattle. At my last job in Seattle, most of my commutes would take over an hour to go <b>7 miles.</b></li><li>People in this town are kind, courteous, and wave at you when you pass by. This is a complete 180 against Seattle where people would sooner step over your dead body rather than shake your hand. Example:</li><ul><li>Idaho: After moving here right before winter, I was driving to a client's house on a rough farm road. I slid off into a shallow ditch (which I could get out of easy peasy). No sooner did this happen did I see a truck behind me in my rearview mirror with two huge guys hopping out with the obvious intent to push me out of the ditch. I managed to pull out of the ditch and waved at them and they waved back and drove off.</li><li>Seattle: I drove by an active murder scene on the way to work.....dead body in the road and everything.</li><ul><ul><ul><ul><ul><ul><ul><ul><ul><ul><ul><ul><ul><ul><ul></ul></ul></ul></ul></ul></ul></ul></ul></ul></ul></ul></ul></ul></ul></ul></ul><li>Cost of living here is a BUTT TON cheaper than Seattle. Food, living, medical care (which I'll ultimately end up talking about) etc. I have no idea why people love that city so much. Again, it's becoming a shadow of LA. When I left Seattle in 2018, I was paying $1500+ for a 2 bedroom apartment. It was actually a condo I leased from the owners which was hell on Earth, (that will be covered too....). </li><li>Employment in Seattle is impossible.....end of story. If you don't have a background in IT or desire to slog for minimum wage at Amazon, you're pretty much doomed. With the addition of new "application software" where you have to rebuild your resume for the recruiters benefit, which might ultimately kick you out of the running because you didn't use the right keyword, you'll never see someone face to face which is how I prefer it. <b>HR Pro-Tip: Use Craigslist or Indeed. </b>That will get your resume in front of people vs. Monster (BLECH), ZipRecruiter, etc. Within a week of getting to Idaho, I found work. Met the hiring person for about 10 minutes and blooop, got the job on the spot. </li></ul><div> Suffice to say, I'm getting the burn to get back into blogging. I'm even thinking of starting to post some videos but I think I write better than I speak, but that will remain to be seen. Alot has happened over the last 8+ years and I have alot of catching up to do. 😉 So if you find yourself bored, why not hop on here and read some thoughts about what I put out there. Agree? Disagree? Just post a comment! Looking at my list of ideas to write about, I'll be writing about all to include and more:</div><div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>TV Commercials & Ads during the Pandemic</li><li>Anti-vax & Anti-Mask (yep.....sorry, that meteor is coming)</li><li>Horrible Bosses (not the movie, the ones I've had ANNNND HR Pro-Tip on how to deal with them)</li><li>Returning to a part time cooking life at night on top of a daytime job</li><li>Caregiving</li><li>Medical fun (and by "fun", I mean I'd rather shit in my hands and clap)</li><li>Moving</li><li>Condo life</li><li>The Seven Sins (aka. Seattle)</li><li>and more....</li></ul><div> So more to come! It feels great to catch up with all the amount of stuff and what's going on. And have no fear, over the time, I'm still as cynical as ever, but, I feel like it's a bit more easy to digest now. </div></div><div> </div><div> In summation, I hope everyone is doing well. Keep an eye out for updates which might come daily o every other day. If anything, if you can get a smile or a chuckle from my posts, then my work is done!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> Oh.....and Fuck Seattle.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-PeIpFIJSgeEXFXBydRfWJaTlbmvTQN7t0BR_8NMEaHs3yi8dci8mJfjZqK4rQDCpDl4C4YwIBhjX6RFg6Qe8FZqe_V_5lPBw9LQOp9IXF8t-Tw3_M_9kZGG9KFpRp9fKX8KwUHQPmuE/s231/download.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="231" data-original-width="218" height="297" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-PeIpFIJSgeEXFXBydRfWJaTlbmvTQN7t0BR_8NMEaHs3yi8dci8mJfjZqK4rQDCpDl4C4YwIBhjX6RFg6Qe8FZqe_V_5lPBw9LQOp9IXF8t-Tw3_M_9kZGG9KFpRp9fKX8KwUHQPmuE/w280-h297/download.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /></div> <span> <span> </span></span><p></p>Azuraelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15692865365479890631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61569211744556031.post-86835464447178294122021-07-27T08:56:00.003-07:002021-07-27T09:23:18.026-07:00Found It!<p> Oooooooh.....kiss!</p>Azuraelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15692865365479890631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61569211744556031.post-59697211806613506902014-08-13T19:14:00.001-07:002014-08-13T19:14:42.046-07:00Karma's Boomerang<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Well kids, I'm back. I've been gone a long time. Just got fired again...today, after a co-worker I trusted with alot of secrets just turned me over to HR. </div>
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Very humbling to say the least...just remember to keep your secrets quiet.</div>
Azuraelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15692865365479890631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61569211744556031.post-14926890929553668322013-10-28T16:29:00.000-07:002013-10-28T16:29:19.398-07:00The Wheel's Going To Get Alot Faster<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm not exactly sure what triggered this rant. Maybe because I haven't been on an actual date in ages, or maybe because all of my friends are married and no longer have ownership of their balls. What I DO know is that sappy, lovey dovey relationships is shit that needs to remain in High School. With a national divorce rate of 50%, I'm pretty sure that marrying out of "love" and without a firm basis of friendship is what's screwing people over left and right.</div>
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I've been pondering about men, women, and couples, and what pisses me off the most to hear, and while I can't exactly lump them into any current theme, I have come up with this.</div>
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- Regardless of sexual orientation, you refer to your significant other as "partner". (Seriously, you're in a relationship, not a dance competition....)</div>
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- Anyone that refers to <u style="font-weight: bold;">A</u> baby as just "baby". As in, "this formula is safe for baby's tummy".</div>
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- For that matter, if you use the term tummy...anytime. Fuck that's weird.</div>
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- You use baby talk. Ever. Pets. Children. EVER.</div>
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- You have a wedding photo somewhere in your house of you sticking your tongues down each other's throats at the alter.</div>
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- You have a picture of both of your hands together to show off your engagement/wedding rings.</div>
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- You post sonogram photos ANYWHERE. (It looks like Doppler Radar, and nobody cares)</div>
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- You seriously done fucked up if you have a video of your live birth. (No, it's not a miracle. No, it's not beautiful. It's gross.)</div>
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- You think pregnant women are sexy. (Which I still contend men say only because they probably get more nookie from their frigid wives because during this time their hormones are off the charts).</div>
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- You're militantly against childhood vaccinations.</div>
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- You're militantly for breastfeeding, and believe it's okay to do in public. (The "its natural" arguement doesn't work. Under that logic, I'm free and able to take a massive dump in the middle of the park in daylight).</div>
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- You post anything on Facebook reference to your Anniversary with something to matter of "On this day last (x) years, I met the love of my life and argle bargle bargle!" (Again, nobody gives two shits...remember? 50%?)</div>
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- You have a destination wedding to the middle of Bum Fuck Egypt.</div>
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So occasionally when I'm not getting spammed by bots who want to sell viagra, real estate, or God knows what else, I get comments remarking how "angry" I am.<br />
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Well kids, that's who I am, I'm an angry man.<br />
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While I may or may have not blogged it, I've been in counseling off and on for about four years now. Very, very recently (i.e. two weeks ago), I got hit by the bomb that no one is ever really excited to get. I've been diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder.<br />
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What does that mean? For those of you not familiar with the DSM-IV, it's basically extreme mood shifts marked with self-destructive behavior and "chaotic productive" behavior.<br />
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After getting the bomb dropped on me, having a cigarette, and feeling like I was going to throw up, I thought about it. "Hmmm, my girlfriend while I was a Jr. In College was right...shit...".<br />
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So yeah, am I an angry person? Yep. Am I in need of therapy? Clearly. Because when I lose my shit, typically people tend to be a bit terrified and say "you need therapy".<br />
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Does that make my rants wrong? No fucking way. Not like I'm undereducated or anything. Even with my low grade insanity, I'm still exponentially smarter than Honey Boo-Boo, but yet I'm still curious to know why so many people put stock into what she has to say.Azuraelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15692865365479890631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61569211744556031.post-43939940738592526352013-10-06T13:44:00.000-07:002013-10-06T13:44:02.145-07:00Heavy Is The Neck That Wears The Lanyard<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It seems like most jobs I've had, it turns out that I usually end up being the one who needs to ferret out corruption within the ranks.</div>
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I know, I know, it's not like I'm a knight in some giant army in the dark ages. I got that. I'm actually just some upper level manager that works at a normal non-profit.</div>
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But what does bug me, is that usually wherever I end up working there's always a handful of staff that work to subvert the rules and do what they want to do. Anywhere from stealing to simply just being shitty supervisors, because apparently they never figure anyone is ever paying attention.</div>
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Well guess what chumps. One of my professional radish-snappers is people that refuse to play by the rules (aka policies) and decide to make the workplace their personal play space.</div>
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Last week I launched an Inquisition-level investigation into a really shady supervisor, and as the result, found out that there's a ring of employees that are engaging in all sorts unethical goodness. So this up coming week, I get to polish up my "you're so fired" skills and get to see if I'll remain undefeated in denying people unemployment.</div>
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Azuraelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15692865365479890631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61569211744556031.post-15986842275488046602013-09-29T11:28:00.000-07:002013-09-29T11:28:03.685-07:00Why All Women Need Boots<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>fig. 1-1 For the record, patent leather isn't sexy. It's gross.</i></div>
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So few people know that at a point in High School, I seriously debated going into the Army, and instead going into fashion design. By that point, I had several drawing pads of fashions sketched out, and was feeling somewhat confident I could make it in that industry. However, due to the fact that I'm not from another country (as most designers seem to be) and I'm not gay (which, come'on, we all know 99.99% of male designers are), I'd probably hit a glass ceiling at some point. So off to the Army I went! </div>
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With that background, and as Fall is upon us, I find it tragic that women everywhere arn't making the most of this season. And by that, I mean BOOTS! </div>
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Boots are a great fashion accessory for many reasons:</div>
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- They go with <u>everything</u> to include jeans, skirts, dresses, shorts (but be really careful with that lest you look like a streetwalker).</div>
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- They literally exude confidence! They can really add that extra oomph to any outfit.</div>
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- They have more variety, at least from what I've seen, then shoes. The basic rule of fashion is more fabric = more styles to work with.</div>
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Now obviously people have also not heard some of the unspoken rules of boots. First and foremost, if your boots have at least a 5" heel and platforms, you probably shouldn't be wearing those to work (as I've seen at my last job). Just wildly inappropriate because you're crossing into the CFM boot level, and from an HR standpoint...nope. Not appropriate.</div>
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Patent leather is <u>never</u> appropriate. Strippers wear that shit. And no, most guys don't want to see stripper-esque fashion on the street.</div>
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Boots should never have open toes. Never, never, never, never. That is just a gross fashion. Never!</div>
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Uggs are unacceptable at all times. Azurael has spoken.</div>
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Flat boots (aka the "Equestrian" look), as much as I loathe them, do have some function. But they also strike me as being a bit passive-aggressive in the function of the boot. Almost like the wearer doesn't really want to fully commit to the fashion, and that's just sad.</div>
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Look ladies, I'm sure most of you know that boots will instantly grab a mans attention. And if you weren't aware, yes, they damn near make us break our necks when you walk by. So just stick to these guidelines, and make the most of Fall for all of us! </div>
Azuraelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15692865365479890631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61569211744556031.post-84488261747403058852013-09-28T13:01:00.000-07:002013-09-28T13:01:08.911-07:00500th Post! BOOYAH.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So today is a twice magical day as it is indeed not only my 500th blog post, but also my birthday. It's been a long road to walk, but well worth, and my plans to continue that walk will be littered hopefully with another 500 blog posts about all sorts of rants and praises to everything from fat people to how awesome some shit is (mind you some, not alot).</div>
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Now, I am far from a materialistic person, but everyone always has those birthday wants on their special day...here are just a few of mine:</div>
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<b>#1 - Amy Lee (Evanescence) & Cristina Scabbia (Lacuna Coil) Do A Duet</b></div>
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As previously seen as being the two front runners on my Top 5 list, both of these female lead vocalists have AMAZING voices, and it would make my head (along with many, many other fans) explode if they were to partner up and do a duet. Not only would it be a song for the ages, it would also expose alot of fans to each others sound. Sooo, everyone wins! (And I wouldn't mind snuggling with both of them..just snuggling, and yes...at the same time)</div>
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<b>#2 - Chicks in Latex & Boots At My House</b></div>
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Now you're probably automatically thinking the most perverse thing possible, and no, not like that. I would simply want a crew like this to hang out at my house, possibly do some house work, maybe play Xbox a bit, chill with me over some Red Bull...and maybe, no, definitely take a shower with me (throw back to "Weird Science"). And yes, still in latex and boots. Okay, yeah, a little perverse. Mea Culpa.</div>
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<b>#3 - Own A Jelly Bean Farm</b></div>
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Yes, I am aware that jelly bean farms do not exist, but yet, I would love to own one. While I know zero about farming and I'm not honestly a fan of jelly beans, I think just being able to respond to "what do you do for a living" with "I'm a jelly bean farmer" would just beat out any other ice breaker at any and all parties!</div>
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<b>#4 - Win A Gross Amount Of Money</b></div>
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Again, I will point out that I'm far from materialistic. However, it would be the best birthday present ever if I won a gross amount of money. I would immediately pay off my brothers student loans, send a chunk of money to my mother to live comfortably forever, then I would take the rest, buy my last employer, and shut their shit down in two seconds. Given, I would be shutting down some vital resources for individuals in need, but that's a small price to pay for the smiting.</div>
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<b>#5 - Own The US Gymnastics Team</b></div>
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So as I close out the 500th blog entry, I want to thank my readers, both incidental and regular, for taking the time to read my crazy rants and opinions on everything ranging from stupid people to cheese. Read all you want, and I'll keep writing more. </div>
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Azuraelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15692865365479890631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61569211744556031.post-20965441826380682302013-09-26T18:27:00.002-07:002013-09-26T18:30:35.193-07:00Why Miley Cyrus Is Not Okay By Any Standard....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>fig. 1-1 No, I'm not gay. I just don't get a boner for nonsense like this....</i></div>
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So everyone' been losing their mind over Miley Cyrus and the Internet universe is pretty split. Naturally there are people out there that think she's acting very untasteful, and think that her transition from a "teen" into an "adult" is a bit too shocking and a bit too rushed.</div>
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Then there's the other side, who happens to be the embarrassing members of my gender who think it's awesome because they're fucked in the head, and apparently jack off to anything regardless of the class associated with it.</div>
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Now typically I try to avoid pop culture in general, but occasionally, just like government, it just builds up in me and I gotta way in.</div>
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Miley Cyrus honestly went from decently talented and attractive, to basically gross and looks like she's sticky to the touch among other things. She's gross. Just plain gross.</div>
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Why is she gross you ask? For only one reason, because she is trying <u>waaay to hard</u>. And not like Madonna or other stars did. Madonna some how pulled it off with a sense of in your face decency (except for that nasty book she put out...blech). And when Britney Spears did it, yeah, she might have been in a skin colored one piece with a snake, but at least she wasn't licking everything under the sun, spanking midgets, and getting weird with a foam finger (which I'm thankful I'm not into sports, because I would never be able to look at those things again...blech).</div>
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And seriously, what on God's green Earth is with her sticking out her tongue any time a camera is around. I get that she's going with some new persona, but good Lord it's gone from okay to just disturbing. Blech!</div>
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Look, there's a not so fine line from being effortlessly-sexy, and just being a nasty, offensive to all five senses prostitute that can sing. Miley is the latter.<br />
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Again, I'm sure most men probably won't agree with this post, but unfortunately, they're the same kinda guys that need to beat off 5 times a day because they're just gross.</div>
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Miley! Get on The Wheel!!!</div>
Azuraelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15692865365479890631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61569211744556031.post-1885335830490334042013-09-25T15:45:00.001-07:002013-09-25T15:45:19.918-07:00Did No One Else Get This Memo?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So a few weeks back, one of my subordinates told me she had emailed my bosses' boss about some issue involved with the workspace at our office. To which I asked "did you CC me? Did you CC my boss", which she had not. I then proceeded to explain to her the unwritten rules of email etiquette (not to mention common courtesy and chain of command) which include, if you're going to circumvent the chain of command via email with a very nonsensical question, you might want to CC those you are circumventing so they don't get blindsided by the recipient of the said email.<br />
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Sweet Moses. Now I will give her this, she's in her early 20's and has never <em>actually </em>worked in an office environment before, but it just terrified me that this idea hadn't even crossed her mind. I then began to question myself about what I take for granted in terms of experience based knowledge in the workplace?<br />
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- Unlike anywhere else, and as Guy Code dictates, if you fart in the office elevator, you <u>never</u> claim it.<br />
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- It is unacceptable to eat any one's food from the break room fridge, but for some reason, NOBODY else honors this rule. I mean seriously? How big of a shit-bird do you have to be that you purposefully chow down someone elses' lunch?<br />
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- If the Internet and/or email goes down, everyone is pretty much done for the day.<br />
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- Someone will always, for some reason, have a craving for popcorn at about 2pm, and will burn the ever living shit out of it in the break room microwave which in turn, stinks up the entire office.<br />
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- The mega-tools are the ones with not only too many photos, but also a screen saver slide show of their tooly vacations/weddings/camping/etc.etc.etc. excursions.<br />
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- Some female employee will almost always wear some type of shoe that sounds like you're setting off M-80's with each of her steps, regardless of whether the floor is carpeted or not.<br />
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I could keep going but I won't. Wow, the more I go back and look at this list, I can definitely say that I have worked with a lot of ass hats in my small foyer into the civilian workforce (along with bits and pieces of the military). What I can say with some amount of confidence is that there are a lot of ass hats in workplaces everywhere, however, their type and style is apparently limited. <br />
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Maybe they requisition these types of idiots when they first start a company? Never-going-to-retire guy, burn-the-popcorn asshole, shoes-too-fucking-loud chica, etc.etc. I could almost see a checklist circulating somewhere....Azuraelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15692865365479890631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61569211744556031.post-32257338703720401932013-09-24T15:42:00.000-07:002013-09-24T15:42:15.611-07:00Stop With The Hero Shit<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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People who think this guy is some sort of a martyr need to get over themselves and get back to reality. In the grand scheme of things, yes, the government may be reading your emails via computer and looking into your records and whatnot, but seriously, who the fuck cares? If your life is as mundane as mine, yeah, the NSA might find out that I check my Facebook entirely too much, I send pictures of LOL cats to everyone I know, and yeah, I receive regular (however, old, and unwanted) porn website updates to stuff that would make your head explode. If they want to find out that I have a shell of a social life and watch porn on occasion, then so be it! I don't think the Men In Black are going to come busting down my door if I use the word "bomb" in an email.</div>
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People that honestly think the government is going to take viable action against innocent citizens are the same kind that think that any kind of gun control will mean the government will come to your door and take the guns out of your hands. Fuck no they won't. The government is too busy stepping all over their cocks to even think about doing something like this. </div>
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To build on this, it's the same people that hate traffic cameras or even public security cameras on street corners because they "feel it infringes on their rights to privacy". Uh. no. It doesn't. Rule of privacy is anywhere you can reasonably rub one out and not be arrested for doing so in that location. That's privacy. The instant your foot hits the sidewalk, you belong to the public. Same rule as garbage. Once that shit hits the street, you have "relinquished control" of it, and all your nudie mags in it are fair game. </div>
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Furthermore, once you send an email, or make a phone call, those signals, other than going through your IP service provider, are indirectly being sent into OUTER-FUCKING-SPACE. While I understand the idea behind "privacy on the Internet", the bottom line is, there is ZERO privacy on the Internet, and should be accepted as so. </div>
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But again, all your boring emails, your Internet history, your cell phone calls, your texts, etc.etc.etc. The Government could give two shits about all of this. And for God's sake, it's not like there's a giant room full of people somewhere in the desert literally reading every email that gets sent. That's not how it works. Government ain't going to arrest you for an email, they aren't going to take your precious guns, and they don't give a shit about you sending a lol cat to a friend. Your life isn't that interesting, get over it.</div>
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So back to Snowden. So he sent information about a Government program to Wikileaks, and suddenly he is elevated to "hero" status. What this spineless piece of shit did was not only violate his security clearance and the oath of confidentiality he took as a contractor, he also inadvertently (or advertently) shit on the Country by airing our dirty laundry to an International intelligence board. And at the very least, instead of doing the honorable thing and sticking around for his day in court, he stuck his tail between his legs, and went scurrying off to Russia where he lived in a fucking airport like a hobo. Yeah. That's real "hero" material there. At no point did this man exude any semblance of bravery in what he did. He didn't "whistle blow" to the proper channels, he didn't make a stand to face his day in court, and worst off, he sold out our bad shit to the International Community. He handing over intelligence just like Benedict Arnold did 200+ years ago, and ran away.</div>
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Yeah, real fucking hero. Anyone that idolizes this pile of crap needs to seriously rethink their definition of the word "hero".</div>
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So I made the mistake of reading the news on my "lunch break" (I say that because I pretty much count Red Bull as "lunch") and ran across <a href="http://news.msn.com/us/former-couple-take-fight-over-frozen-embryos-to-court">this story about embryos.</a><br />
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Basically in a nutshell, couple have eggs fertilized, break up, guy doesn't want a kid with the woman now (obviously), but the woman still wants a kid (weird...and that's sarcasm).<br />
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<em>"In a similar case, a Pennsylvania appeals court last year awarded frozen embryos to a woman who hoped to give birth over the objection of her ex-husband, who wanted the embryos destroyed. Like Dunston, the ex-wife was believed to be infertile due to cancer treatments. The decision upheld the trial court ruling that the ex-wife's desire to have biological children outweighed the ex-husband's disinterest in becoming a father."</em><br />
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You GOTTA be fucking kidding me. A woman's desire to have kids outweighed the fact that the man didn't want kids? So in a nutshell, this is basically backing the guy into a corner to forever be on the hook for child support, all because the woman MUST HAVE BABIES.<br />
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I don't fucking get this. At what point in society did men lose the ability to decide whether they wanted to become fathers or not? This ruling should be clear as day. If both parties are no longer consenting, you're fucking done! Case closed! The fact that the woman is decrying her biological clock ticking, and can't have babies after x y and z, it shouldn't matter a goddamn iota if the guy doesn't want kids. Women who MUST have kids because they have this weird sense of urgency disturb me a great deal. Woman who MUST have kids for the sheer reason they just want babies, and willfully go out and appropriate a "baby daddy" disturbs me even more.<br />
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I might even be so bold as this is almost a mirror of the current abortion debate. The government is taking away men's right to choose. Yeah, we got it, women do all the work, but until the fetus is actually in the woman, it belongs to BOTH parties. Now obviously that being said, I personally would never deposit my baby batter anywhere that I couldn't directly control it. Maybe a sperm bank that had containers that I could remote detonate if I change my mind would be good, I'd do that. <br />
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Bottom line is this. Guy doesn't or revokes his consent, dump the eggs OOOOORRR the guy becomes liability free from any and all future child support payments, etc.etc.etc.<br />
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As for the woman, if she just MUST HAVE biological children (so she can placate that certain mental illness with the need for something to love), then she can post an ad on Craigslist, I'm sure someone will hook her up.<br />
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FUCK.Azuraelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15692865365479890631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61569211744556031.post-77180674362599213082013-09-18T17:36:00.002-07:002013-09-18T17:36:56.374-07:00Fall Is Here And I Forgot!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i> </i>Been a while since a blogged, not for lack of trying, but rather just getting home and spacey from repairing the damage done by the person I replaced at my current job. With my experience in leadership, I never grow tired of hearing "well, so-and-so was a great person and they're going to be hard to replace", only to find out they typically did less than nothing, leaving me with filing cabinets full of ancient paperwork, and a bunch of focus-less staff working with me.</div>
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That being said, I never can really bring myself to complain too much about having so much to do. Even though my focus tends to wane every once and a while when it comes to getting projects done, they still end up getting done among the chaos that typically ensues from a poor leadership climate. </div>
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Beyond all that, it's pretty much just been alot of work/home/game/eat/sleep/work/wash/rinse/repeat. Really need to get back to the gym more, but we'll see how that goes. </div>
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Baby steps!</div>
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<br />End of week 3 and I'm beginning to wonder what I've gotten myself into job wise. Don't get me wrong, everyone including my boss is awesome and I can't really complain about the schedule or the environment. The pickle here is that the person who had the job before me apparently has done NOTHING in the past 6-8 months.<br />
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The battle cry since I started in with my "new-guy" questions is "where's the policy for that"? No policy. Anywhere. Whatsoever. And the "policy binder", is actually, a giant three ring binder full of one page "policies" which only say nicey-nicey things about what the intent of it is. And apparently it hasn't been updated in a while because it's printed on what I can only assume is a dot matrix, and signed by John Hancock.<br />
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Why is it every time I walk into a new position, it's always the same story. Everything that governs my job is extremely out of date, there are filing cabinets of shit that date back to pre-WWII, and everyone operates under the flag of "it was that way when I got here".<br />
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Sooo there's that....Azuraelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15692865365479890631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61569211744556031.post-68348291891613248702013-08-01T18:37:00.001-07:002013-08-01T18:37:30.692-07:00Back In The Saddle<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Soo I'm back in the working world after being unemployed for about 4 months (pay wise, 6 months in all actuality) and so far so good.<br />
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I'm stoked about the fact that my supervisors are awesome all the way up the chain, even the president of the company. What's even better is my new boss is stoked about pretty much most of the ideas I'm coming up with.<br />
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After working in an unholy place for almost four years, it's almost surreal when you actually get a job where you don't work for assholes and you arn't getting underpaid.<br />
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Phew! Living the dream, at least for the time being.Azuraelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15692865365479890631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61569211744556031.post-54811685942035007592013-07-16T17:49:00.001-07:002013-07-16T17:49:19.286-07:00BOOYAH!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Anyway F**K it! I got a job!! BOOYAH.</div>
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Well, I've gone and dood it. The proverbial tides have turned and now I'm starting to get more job interviews than I can handle. Yay and booooooo at the same time.<br />
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Today I got scheduled for an interview for a pretty sweet gig, and no less than two hours later, I'm contacted by the state for testing for a potentially better position.<br />
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While most HR professionals can agree you can typically reschedule an interview, it's basically saying to that hiring manager "I'd love to interview for the aforementioned time for a job at your company, but I got better shit to do, soooo, can we reschedule?"<br />
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Sweet....Azuraelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15692865365479890631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61569211744556031.post-16099127972529731532013-06-24T17:09:00.000-07:002013-06-24T17:09:34.806-07:00Hollywood Is Officially Dead<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Taking a break of my epic quest that I call "holy-shit-can-I-please-get-a-job-yet?" I digress to a review of a movie I watched last night.<br />
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I had the opportunity to watch "Movie 43" or "Jack The Giant Slayer". Naturally going currently with my luck, I went with Movie 43.<br />
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Wow....did I fuck up.<br />
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I'm not going to peel this movie apart to show how bad it is because I wouldn't exactly know where to start, and I'd never stop. Let's just say this is probably the worst movie I've ever seen in my life. That takes the coveted spot pushing gems like "Date Movie" to 2nd place.<br />
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This is another example of movies where I wonder just how high or mentally retarded I need to be to actually think this shit is funny. My brain wanted me to think this was funny because it had ALOT of big stars in it, but it wasn't there.<br />
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This must have been written by a 5 year old, because it's just littered with genital and toilet jokes, ironically, none of them that actually landed.<br />
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What the fuck Hollywood. Have your standards all but just evaporated at this point? This is a serious argument to pirating movies again just to make sure I don't lose $6 watching movies on demand.<br />
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I'm not the only one who thinks this. This steaming pile of movie recieved a 19/100 on Metacritic and a 4% from Rotten Tomatoes. It would have been lower, but naturally the shills are on the boards screaming about how we "just don't understand good humor" and that it had "laugh out loud moments".<br />
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Ugh.Azuraelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15692865365479890631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61569211744556031.post-4657701735037121122013-06-17T17:38:00.001-07:002013-06-17T17:38:13.611-07:00My Sobriety Has A Shelf Life, And Unemployment Has Just Invented Time Travel<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So in my daily doses of crappy daytime television, I see ALOT of banking and insurance commercials. Just a ridiculous amount of them. They all have the same common theme which typically boils down to "your family is your everything, now go out and make shit happen." Which now that I type it out, doesn't make alot of sense, but that's pretty much it.<br />
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Problem #1, what about us fuckers that don't have familys? Are we lesser beings as the result thereof?<br />
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Problem/Issue #2, the statement "go out and make it happen/follow your dream" makes me want to donkey punch a nun. Fuck you. If shit was as easy as "going out and doing it", I'm pretty sure all disease would be curable, and people would know how to shit diamonds right now.<br />
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Entering my 5th month of unemployment, I'm noticing that oh so familiar shift of my sanity from being optimistic and upbeat about potential job prospects, to wanting to burn down a school everytime I get the same canned rejection letter.<br />
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Don't tell me "you had impressive qualifications, but we decided to pursue another candidate" because obviously you don't know what the fuck "impressive" means. It means "damn, we should interview this guy". I would rather the statement said "you had nothing on the other guys, and your cover letter pretty much left you shitting the bed in hopes of getting this job."<br />
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Who the fuck is getting hired these days???Azuraelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15692865365479890631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61569211744556031.post-54431629909397756782013-06-05T18:23:00.001-07:002013-06-05T18:23:27.725-07:00Annnnnd....Here We Go Again...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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So as I posted recently <a href="http://www.mechanicalescape.blogspot.com/2013/05/but-you-got-really-far-in-process.html">here</a>, I got cock blocked for a job at a pretty huge organization (rejection #2 within a 24 hour period) and was told I made it "really far" in the process and that other job openings were going to be posted.<br />
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My initial knee-jerk "fuck that, fuck you, fuck the horse you rode in on, fuck your mother, fuck your father, fuck your Bible, fuck fuck fuck" eventually wore off and yes, I applied for another job with the organization. That was several weeks ago. Low and behold, I got a call today saying they want to interview me for the position. Bear in mind, this position will be for a position which reports to the position I first applied for.<br />
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Hmm. Sticky wicket this one is. I've never actually interviewed for two jobs with the same organization. The positive side is 1) I already kinda know what they're going to ask 2) I DID make it far in the process for the last job which shows I am somewhat of an organizational match and 3) I'm probably going to have the same panel to interview me, which is good because it'll make adapting to their personality easier.<br />
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The negative side of this is only that if I don't get it this time, I'm probably going to explode the moon with my rage soaked mind.Azuraelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15692865365479890631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61569211744556031.post-84423380858068976192013-06-04T15:43:00.000-07:002013-06-04T15:43:14.939-07:00Run For The Hills!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So last week I decided to pay around $30 to have my resume posted on various job seeking websites, with the futile hope that recruiters would magically stumble across me and think "wow, I gotta get this guy".<br />
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NOPE.<br />
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So far I've received at least 5 different emails and at least one phone call from Insurance Companies offering me, not a job interview, but a "career opportunity". Folks, be weary of these kind of calls. The red flags you should listen for is obviously "career opportunity", any mention of life insurance, and if they tell you to wear business attire to the job interview. Duh, what would I wear to an interview? Oh, nevermind, it's not an interview, but a pyramid scheme presentation you and about 30 other people will end up getting sucked into, wasting valuable time in the process that could be spent getting a job.<br />
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Basically how it works is they sell you about being "in business in yourself" by selling life insurance (and or other crap people don't wanna talk about) and all you need to do is pay into the company to get the insurance license and for various training materials.<br />
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I recently ran across someone that I worked with you got sucked into this work cult. She was excited about it, especially after having a meeting with a "Regional Director" in the same career field.<br />
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Now hold up, how can you be a "Regional Director" if you're working for yourself? Are your cats your frontline staff?<br />
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Jesus wept. Just wanna work!Azuraelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15692865365479890631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61569211744556031.post-91238580006992620772013-06-03T15:02:00.000-07:002013-06-03T15:02:46.713-07:00Should I Freak Out Yet?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So it's been quiet in the employment seeking world, a bit tooooo quiet. And it's pissing me off.<br />
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I've begun to contemplate moving back to the small town in Idaho I grew up in and essentially mashing the reset button on my life.<br />
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Half of me doesn't want to admit defeat and that despite my education and skill set, I'm just an abject failure in the eyes of the world.<br />
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On the other half....well, fuck Seattle.<br />
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That's pretty much it....Azuraelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15692865365479890631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61569211744556031.post-26701659152651066812013-06-01T16:42:00.000-07:002013-06-01T16:42:00.840-07:00New Blog Launch! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>fig. 1-1 No, not me. I don't own a guitar....</i></div>
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<i> </i>After various amounts of inspiration and the fact that men these days continue the downward spiral into being more metrosexual, I've decided to fire off a new blog about a code of being a bachelor.</div>
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This differs <i>somewhat</i> from guy code, but there is alot of overlap. </div>
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I think it'll provide single guys reassurance about what's normal when you're single and on your own. I think it'll probably also provide an interesting (or terrifying) viewpoint about what we guys do when we're not in a relationship.</div>
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You can find that sparkling new blog <a href="http://www.thebachelorcode.blogspot.com/">HERE.</a></div>
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Don't worry, I'm still cynical and pissed off enough to keep this shitstorm blog a'flowin. ;)</div>
Azuraelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15692865365479890631noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61569211744556031.post-42954087327279384072013-05-28T14:23:00.001-07:002013-05-28T14:23:16.822-07:00Is This Where I Ask What The Next Step Is?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>fig. 1-1 Don't do this in a job interview....</i></div>
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<i> </i>Had a job interview today that I wasn't trying all that hard for....pretty much since I applied for it.</div>
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This is one of those jobs that I ran across and thought "yeah, I could do that I guess". The pay is meh, the job duties are meh, everything was meh.</div>
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To my somewhat surprise, a few days after I sent the application, I received a questionnaire asking me secondary questions about what applies to the job. I spent about 5 minutes just vomiting out a response and shipped it off without neary a "meh".</div>
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Then I got an interview. Hmm. Didn't even try....so be it.</div>
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Went into my interview today with a "meh" attitude. Again, not that I'm not greatful for getting an interview, but rather, this job doesn't give me the career-oriented "chubby" that the other jobs I got shot down for. Per usual, it was a panel interview, and after looking at the first question, I pretty much already know I'm not getting this when they started off with a question about social work (which yeah, I don't really do).</div>
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That interview was a few hours ago and I already can't remember half of it. I'm not really sure if it's the fact that I'm not totally stoked about the job opportunity, or whether I'm just fucking tired of doing everything to put my best foot forward only to have hit kicked to the side. </div>
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Ho-hum.</div>
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