IÂ’ve been indisposed. When I donÂ’t blog IÂ’m not a happy man. This is my therapy, and when I donÂ’t get my therapy I get anxiety in one form or another.

I went to an actual shrink for about four months once. It was many, many years ago and my stress level was through the roof and all I really wanted was a prescription to take the edge off on especially bad days. The price to pay was I had to sit there and go through the process of being analyzed.

If I knew then what I know now, that basically, any time you walk in to see your family practitioner for anything from carpal tunnel to bleeding ears the first thing they say is that itÂ’s probably stress related and hand you a script.

Anyway, for a few months I went the Tony Soprano route with a real live shrink. It was awkward. IÂ’m not the greatest communicator when it comes to meaningful discourse. I kept asking if I could mail it in, but she was having none of that. So I sat there and endured for a while, acting pretty much like Tony Soprano does with Dr. Melfi, minus the mob shit and the insults.

I always felt like she was trying very hard to outwit me. A lot of leading the witness type stuff. And all I really wanted was my script. ItÂ’s not like I was an addict; at the time I had a very stressful job and once or perhaps twice a week I needed a respite. A respite that didnÂ’t come with a hangover.

So like an asshole I sat across from this woman, who was particularly unattractive, and tried not to do wacky shit, like keep cracking my knuckles or jiggling my leg constantly. On one level I was terrified of this woman. She sat there writing her notes, writing her notes, writing her notes. And I half expected her to suggest shock treatments or tell me I had some kind of fucked up personality disorder. I was always just a little bit afraid that maybe I was nuts. I was always expecting to hear, “I think you’ll be better off living in this facility out in Burbank.”

And let me tell you, struggling for forty-five minutes in front of shrink, desperately trying not to be yourself is more fucking stressful than any job.

“Tell me, what do you think is the basis of your anxiety?”

I suppose I could have just said that I was responsible for a lot of people and a lot of money and that my boss was insane, but it just seemed too mundane. I always went with the drama.

“Life is stressful. Buying a loaf of bread is stressful. Getting a haircut is stressful. Finding a parking spot in your fucking parking lot is stressful.”

“So, you feel that finding a parking spot can be stressful? Or buying a loaf of bread?”

“Fuckin’ A.”

“But there must be an underlying cause. Don’t you suspect there’s an underlying cause to your anxiety?”

And as this went on I kept thinking to myself, DonÂ’t crack your knuckles! DonÂ’t jiggle your leg! DonÂ’t act crazy and youÂ’ll be out of here soon!

I would always begin a reply with, “Logic dictates…”

It would drive her nuts. She would repeatedly try to drill into my thick skull that logic had no place in any of this. That phobias were exempt from logic. “Totally exempt!” she would cry. She was right about that of course, even a dullard like myself could get past the obvious.

In the end it was a pointless exercise. It was much more stressful dealing with this horrible woman than it was to just care less about upward mobility. IÂ’ll never forget that womanÂ’s haircut and her frump-wear. And waiting in the outer office, pretending to look at old magazines while I was really sizing up the real crazies, trying to catch a good look without getting caught.

One day I just never went back. There was no further correspondence, so I suppose I was never “turned in to the authorities” as some kind of nut. In fact, I suspect she was rather glad to be rid of me.

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With the doubling in size of our company comes a corresponding increase in the workload for those of us in the Project Management and Quality Assurance department. Fortunately we are taking measures to grow our department to meet the needs. Unfortunately that means I'm back in the interviewer seat for a large chunk of my exceptionally scarce time. As a public service to job seekers and an attempt to make my life easier, I present Jim's Rules of the Interview:

First, the resume:

1. Proof your resume. Proof it again. Hand it to your spouse / significant other / mom / nearby hobo (hobos will work for beer so it's very cheap) and have them proof it. There should be exactly zero spelling errors on your resume. When you are applying for a position with heavy documentation duties there is even less tolerance than that.

2. Don't mix cases. "Proofed corporate news documentation and implemented a redaction policy" is good. "Performed systems evaluation tests and modifying active test plans" is bad.

3. I have a limited time slot to conduct the actual interview. There are questions I have to ask and questions that I want to ask. The ones I have to ask are the same as the ones every other interviewer has to ask. Answer those on the resume. Tell me why you left IBM. Tell me why you want to leave Sprint. Pull your major accomplishments and essential qualifications out and put them right at the start of your resume. Put a one-line description of what the companies you worked at actually do. Nobody except you and the other four people who work there know what "Synergy Systems, LLC" is or does. more...

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1 Geezz......you hired me as a wife faster and with less rules!LOL Now if you just DARE to call me unprofessional!I know where you live....

Posted by: The Brat at February 18, 2006 10:31 AM (oqu5j)

2 That's because the sex outweighs all of that other stuff. HR gets all moody if we start interviewing "out of the box". And you've definitely got the skills of a professional. ;-)

Posted by: Jim at February 18, 2006 12:27 PM (oqu5j)

3 I once interviewed a freelance designer who had a wonderful description of a project that he worked on in his resume. He even featured the work very nicely in his portfolio. The only problem is, it was work that I had done. He didn't get the job.

Posted by: Stephen Macklin at February 18, 2006 12:58 PM (DdRjH)

4 I know zip about IT but I'd work for you in a heartbeat, Jim. Happy (head)Hunting! xoxo

Posted by: Margi at February 20, 2006 05:05 PM (nwEQH)

5 So yer sayin' I should wear pants to the interview? WTF kind of work place is that? No freedom of expression, you damned Neocon. We've had several kids from the local University and Tech Colleges around here come in for interviews wearing T-Shirts, Jeans and Doc Martins. Not how I'd have dressed, but to each his / her own, I didn't even discount them from the positions available. Dress code I can teach, raw talent I can't. Then there are the kids that come in with "body art" on display. I'm as open minded as anybody, but the least they could have do is taken out the Nose, Eyebrow and Lip Piercings, and Fer cryin' out loud tone down the Green Hair. I draw the line when they have the 'nads to say they want "freedom to be themselves". Each time they've been given this freedom, just not here. I ended up calling the folks in charge of the program at the Tech School and asking them to speak to their kids about proper interview dress, manners and techniques. My all time favorite: Somebody that answers, yeah or naw to a question. Are the days of Yes Sir or No Sir gone forever? By the way can I edit then resubmit my resume? I may have embellished just a bit when I said I was CEO of Microsoft.

Posted by: phin at February 21, 2006 01:00 PM (Xvpen)

6 You are a huge sweetie! Just so happens I am in the job hunting arena again and this is just perfect timing. I am trying to get my resume into good eyecatching order and those suggestions will help.

Posted by: Machelle at February 22, 2006 11:33 AM (ZAyoW)

7 Another question, hope you don't mind but since you interview picking your brain is good. Do you have an example of how to put why you quit on a resume? I have company employee dates what they did at the company list of what I did/accomplishments, etc.

Posted by: Machelle at February 22, 2006 11:34 AM (ZAyoW)

8 "Reason for leaving:" is the general method. Here's a snippet from mine: 1997 - 2000 Winfield Industries, Inc., Buffalo, NY Administrative Assistant Polyurethane component manufacturer Reason for leaving: Relocated to Atlanta, GA · Database Design, Implementation and Maintenance · Hardware Evaluation, Purchase and Implementation · Software Evaluation, Purchase and Implementation · Etceteras Note that this went through several revisions before I got it just right. Reason for leaving started out as "Skinflint bastards refused to pay me what I'm worth", changed to "Only the captain is obliged to stay on the sinking ship", then finally arrived at the informative line shown above. You wouldn’t happen to be looking for a business analyst position, would you?

Posted by: Jim at February 22, 2006 01:25 PM (tyQ8y)

9 Wow. That looks totally crappy without the table. All mixed up, too. Follow-up rule: Don't submit your resume though comments on a weblog.

Posted by: Jim at February 22, 2006 01:26 PM (tyQ8y)

10 Wow! This could be the best & most honest advice for job seekers I've ever seen. As I am on the seeking end, I have much appreciation for your P.O.V. on the interview & resume. Thanks for your advice.

Posted by: Tuck at February 22, 2006 02:10 PM (JRLuB)

11 Well - I'm glad I haven't had to interview for a job for the last 15 years! (my interview for the job I have now was... "want a job?" my answer..."um sure". LOL) But - really - this is all excellent advice.

Posted by: Teresa at February 22, 2006 05:01 PM (FZwDL)

12 Resumes? In my industry (where the workforce is 80% female) the most rigorous interview I ever had involved some tight pants and, on occasion, some good-hearted finger blasting. If ya know what I mean. I ain't saying it's right or wrong, I'm just saying that's the way it is.

Posted by: shank at February 22, 2006 05:28 PM (jfEhX)

13 Reason for leaving,"Only the captain is obliged to go down with the ship." That's fucking genius. I mean, that truely is the shit. I would hire someone who wrote that. Seriously. If, like, I didn't have to forward the winners resume to HR for their goddam records. There is NO HUMOR in HR.

Posted by: Paul at February 22, 2006 07:36 PM (fz+XU)

14 I am Flibbertigibbet and I approve this message. Having recently found a couple of jobs, I can attest that the Jim Peacock method will not only wash your car, help you regrow hair, attract swarms of cute bunnies, and cause explosive -- though entertaining -- colon failure, but it will help you land the job of your dreams as well!

Posted by: Flibbertigibbet at February 22, 2006 07:42 PM (+u0lU)

15 This is a great post, Jim. I'm so glad I've not had to put a resume together or interview. It takes practice. This current job, they called me and asked me to work. I bulletized my performance appraisals from when I worked with them last and submitted it as my resume was a formality. Thank God. If I had to get a real job, I'd be sunk.

Posted by: Bou at February 22, 2006 10:59 PM (iHxT3)

16 Another thing -- Honesty is always the best policy. In the tech realm, if you don;t know the answer off the top of your head, it's not as big a deal as your ability to find the answer. When I've interviewed people in the past, I've given a lot more credence to the guy who would say "I don't know" and not try to bullshit me.

Posted by: J Fielek at February 22, 2006 11:52 PM (L5zvv)

17 Good point there. In tech it's often more important to know where the answer is than what the answer is.

Posted by: Jim at February 23, 2006 05:23 AM (oqu5j)

18 "In tech it's often more important to know where the answer is than what the answer is." This is very true, because things tend to change so fast - yesterday's answer may not be the best one or even the right one for today. But if you know where to look for information - that is the key.

Posted by: Teresa at February 23, 2006 11:44 AM (FZwDL)

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Everyone I know has some type of natural talent except for me.

My sister is a damned fine artist and has been since she was a kid. I, on the other hand, canÂ’t draw a proper stick figure. IÂ’m outdone by Neanderthal cave painters.

Some people can sing. Some people have a natural talent for math. I know people who can fix things—literally anything—because they’re mechanically inclined.

I know people who have the gift of spatial reasoning, and are so naturally good at chess that my years of study mean absolutely nothing. They thrash me at will.

Sculptors, painters, dancers, natural athletesÂ…the list is endless.

And I’m still looking for my talent at what some of you might refer to as ‘an advanced age.’

ItÂ’s annoying and mysterious. ItÂ’s also the catalyst for plenty of fights at my house. I address this issue with my wife from time to time because it really does bug me.

“You’re just fishing for compliments.”

“No. No, I’m not. I have no natural talents. Everybody is supposed to have some natural talent.”

“You’re an incredible musician! You can play anything you want, so stop the bullshit.”

“That doesn’t count. I have to work for that. That’s not some gift from God, I busted my balls for hours every day of my childhood. I played until my fucking fingers bled, so don’t bring it up again.”

“Counts.”

“Does not.”

And the fight continues. IÂ’m not talking about practicing something and getting good at it. IÂ’m talking about natural gifts. Do they exist? Obviously. Does everyone have one? IÂ’m not so sure.

Do you have one?

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1 I can tie a cherry stem in a knot with my tongue does that count? Either way the ladies sure dig it.

Posted by: phin at February 16, 2006 03:49 PM (Xvpen)

2 I can do that too, phin. Should I put that on my internet dating ad?

Posted by: DeAnna at February 16, 2006 07:03 PM (IdVP4)

3 If you can play many instruments, no matter how hard you worked at it it still counts as a talent. There are people who work like dogs at trying to be musicians and the most they achieve is making the dog howl. I know a couple people whose "music" I've been exposed to the point of almost exploding trying not to laugh. I have a knack for learning instruments but I don't have the will to be super competent on them. I think everyone does something well, whether that means actually doing something or dodging doing something.

Posted by: Oorgo at February 16, 2006 07:10 PM (lM0qs)

4 Paul, Sometimes our ingrained abilities seem so natural to us that we don't notice them because they are an integeral part of our being. Your music is a talent and I'll explain why. It's not becuase you can play the instruments. I have learned the basics of playing a (piano) keyboard. I am horrible at it. I'm sure I could study hard every day and get better at it, but I'll never be good. I could pick up a bass (guitar) and learn to play it, but I won't be good at that, either. I have little-to-no sense of musical rythym or timing. I also lack musical creativity. I could learn a little timing with a metronome, but a good drummer or bassist or piccolo player has to have a natrual instict for it. It's like telling a joke... some people just don't have the comedic timing for it. Some people excel at it. I am not musically creative, either. I cannot do that 'thing' that makes a new, catchy, tune. I also do not have what I call 'music memory'. I have musician friends who can remember a song they heard on the radio and play it on an instrument with an amazing amount of detail. Me, I'd be lucky to pound out the most basic part of the melody. So, here's my point -- you have talents in areas that support your ability to be a musician. I like music and it would be supremely cool to be in a heavy metal band, but I'd never be anything better than a second rate hack. What do you think? Talent, or just hard work?

Posted by: Dopple-G at February 17, 2006 07:51 AM (IOwam)

5 I can remember bits of trivia. I'm not talking about just factoids, either. My memory can fix past experiences with great detail. I have memories that predate my ability to walk. I also have a photographic memory; which is great for remembering maps, diagrams, textbooks, etc. I just hold the image up in my head. Of course, it all comes at a price. Ask me what I was doing last weekend and I honestly couldn't tell ya. I have the worst memory when it comes to orienting to time and place. If someone says "Hey, call so-and-so next week and remind them to do whatever," I have to mark it down in my calendar to call them. At work, if I don't take notes at every single meeting I go to, I will forget about the entire thing. The worst though is in school. I can be sitting there, and come out of a trance 45 minutes later and have no idea what the hell just happened. Sometimes, when I leave work in the evenings, I start walking in the wrong direction because I couldn't remember where I parked my car. Or rather, I remembered it incorrectly if that makes any sense. It's the oddest damn thing in the world. I'm wondering if it's early-onset Alzheimer's or something.

Posted by: shank at February 17, 2006 08:36 AM (+H1yK)

6 I can remember anything bad anyone has said to me since I was about in grade 1, is that a talent?

Posted by: Oorgo at February 17, 2006 02:36 PM (lM0qs)

7 I'm good at languages, but then I think that we're confusing "natural talent" with "fortitude". Natural talent is something that we all have, albeit at little things. Tying the perfect knot. Writing blogs. No gag reflex. Little things like that.

Posted by: Helen at February 17, 2006 03:00 PM (pYaFz)

8 Paul, you can write about something as mundane as taking a dump and make my sides hurt from laughing so much. As much as I hate to admit it, you're a fine writer.

Posted by: Victor at February 17, 2006 04:13 PM (L3qPK)

9 I was going to post something a while ago, but I have this innate capacity to procrastinate.

Posted by: Stephen Macklin at February 17, 2006 07:38 PM (DdRjH)

10 I have magic fingers - my massage skills and digital manipulation can almost literally take a lady to a higher plane. I once looked into becoming a certified masseur but the investment to legally charge for backrubs was obscene. Plus, I'm pretty sure I saw "happy ending" on that lesson plan. I also have the ability to say "no" to really crappy beer. Even when it's the only beer available. At least sometimes.

Posted by: Jim at February 18, 2006 06:58 AM (oqu5j)

11 I forgot to mention: my SBDs have been known to clear subway cars at the next stop. If that's not a talent to be proud of, I don't know what is.

Posted by: Victor at February 18, 2006 01:43 PM (l+W8Z)

12 Quote: "I also have the ability to say "no" to really crappy beer. Even when it's the only beer available. At least sometimes." That's not a talent boy, that's a disability. Seek professional help.

Posted by: shank at February 18, 2006 05:58 PM (jfEhX)

13 I wholly agree with Dopple-G. Paul, our ingrained talents are those that come easy to us and don't seem like a talent at all. People that excel at art, sculpture, etc. make it look easy because it IS easy to them. You have a couple of talents that I can see (and I don't know you at all) writing, humor and (based on your blog) music. I agree with those that have said that your music talent is indeed an ingrained talent. Don't sweat the small stuff, hun, and enjoy what you have... YOU ARE TALENTED.

Posted by: Moodie at February 19, 2006 11:21 PM (10FwA)

14 only one that I can think of is that I'm highly organized when it comes to getting people to do things as a group (read: complete bossy britches ) - this is not always a good thing and I think you have quite the talent for writing (but then I've always thought that and you've known that for quite a while - why else would I keep following you from website to website)

Posted by: Casey at February 20, 2006 03:13 PM (0M9ku)

15 I have a talent of ending comment threads... iow I'm a conversation killer, is that a talent?

Posted by: Oorgo at February 21, 2006 11:14 AM (lM0qs)

16 Just as I was basking in the glow of admiration. Er, well, maybe not admiration, but I was starting to feel good. You bastard.

Posted by: Paul at February 21, 2006 11:44 AM (vbP6L)

17 Oh, I forgot to mention that talent too... Spoiling other peoples fun.

Posted by: Oorgo at February 21, 2006 12:18 PM (lM0qs)

18 Paul, I have always put you in the pantheon of writers, well above me. You have genuine, natural rhythm and skill. You are a virtuoso in the music of words. I enjoy listening.

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Okay, let's clear the air here: The guy accidentally shot his hunting buddy. Big fuckin' deal! Could happen to anyone; especially if your the sixty five year old survivor of four heart attacks and your hunting buddy is seventy eight. I mean, let's get real here, neither of these guys could see well enough to shoot, nor could they hear or move well enough to get out of the way. Can you imagine being a secret service agent on this trip? "Hey 007, your assignment is to accompany the Vice-President and the only man on this Earth who probably has less business being out in the woods than he does. Oh, and they'll be carrying around loaded shotguns. Presumably shooting them. Might want to bring your vest."

Seriously though, I don't understand why it's such a big deal. If I went hunting with a friend of mine, and got sprayed with a little birdshot, I mean; as long as everyone survives it's a funny goddamn story. "Hey Tom, 'member that time you tried to blow my fucking face off? You shoot like a schoolgirl!"

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1 I thought that was one of the perks of being vice president - you get to shoot people. Now I hear that this isn't the case. WTF? Why would anybody want to be vice president if you don't get to shoot people?

Posted by: Jim at February 16, 2006 05:42 AM (oqu5j)

2 It was really an unfortunate accident, but damn, it's amazing how polarized this thing is. The left thinks he tried to kill the guy and the right keeps glossing over it like getting sprayed with birdshot is simply an inconvenience. You take few bbs in the face and then tell me how it's no big deal. Christ, most people go berserk if they get hit in the face with a rubber band. And Jim, the VP is only allowed to shoot people if he's wearing black leather gloves and using a handgun. I believe they took away his right to use a shotgun years ago, unless it's sawed off and the VP happens to be Sicilian.

Posted by: Paul at February 16, 2006 08:39 AM (vbP6L)

3 I was in the bar one night, and this disgustingly drunk homeless/crackhead-looking guy was talking about this one time he got hit with a shotgun blast of rocksalt. I mean, he didn't seem to think it hurt all that bad. Well, he didn't have any scars anyways. And in the end, I bet telling the difference between birdshot and rocksalt is like trying to seperate gnat shit from black pepper.

Posted by: shank at February 16, 2006 09:24 AM (+H1yK)

4 Jim, when I'm president and you're my veep, I'll issue an executive order that you're allowed to shoot people. As long as you'll back me when I nuke people. As for this particular case, if I were the secret service, I would switch their shells with blanks and shoot birds for them from the bushes on the side. That way, they get the fun of walking around and making loud noises and toting back dead birds and no one gets hurt.

Posted by: Trey Givens at February 16, 2006 10:11 AM (gKBKR)

5 That just gave me my first laugh of the day. Maybe the week. Good job. And Jim....your comment forced coffee out of my nose. Excellent work, my friend.

Posted by: Pam at February 16, 2006 12:05 PM (ynQ75)

6 That's an excellent idea Trey, make them feel like they're doing something but they're just emitting loud hot air, as usual. You could even make it more efficient, the dudes in the bushes could be snipers with 800x zoom.

Posted by: Oorgo at February 16, 2006 05:44 PM (lM0qs)

7 I don't get it... this kind of shit happens all the time in the hunting world... why is it any different when the VP does it? I mean, he is a person too... shit happens people. Get over it!

Posted by: Moodie at February 19, 2006 11:24 PM (10FwA)

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IÂ’ve never given Denmark much thought. They seem innocuous enough. I get the Scandinavian and the Low Countries mixed up. Are they the folks with the windmills? DoesnÂ’t matter. Anyway, theyÂ’ve got Saladin and his lot marching on them like the fucking Third Reich over these cartoons.

And if thatÂ’s not enough, now theyÂ’ve got Muslim agitators all over the globe stirring up more violence. It pains me to say this, but at least the hippies werenÂ’t violent. Maybe if these guys hit the hookah a little more often weÂ’d have less bellyaching from them.

I rarely post politics and I’m not starting now, but it’s painfully obvious to the sane people of the world that as a global collective we need to stop wiping the asses of these fucking extremists. Pretty soon it’s going to be “Step on a crack, break Mohammed’s back,” and they’ll be rioting and burning every time someone doesn’t say Mother, may I before they get on an eastbound freeway.

There is no reasoning with extremists.

Now maybe the rest of the world will wake up and see what’s coming down the pike in the long run—because it’s coming. Mark my words, there will be a day in the not-so-distant future where countries will be standing in line to be our allies.

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Ancient History

First of all, who was Valentine? Nobody really knows. The Roman Catholic Church lists three St. Valentines, all of whom were martyred.

ThereÂ’s a lot of legends and I guess if I gave a shit I could list some, but for the sake of brevity letÂ’s keep the story moving. In ancient Rome, some fertility ritual or another took place around February 15th. TheyÂ’d slaughter a goat and a dog and then dip strips of their hides into the blood. ThatÂ’s when the fun began.

Then boys would run around the city slapping girls with the bloody hide in order to make them more fertile. Between that and all the drinking from lead pots itÂ’s no wonder the Roman empire collapsed, but thatÂ’s another story.

IÂ’m losing interest in this post, but if you want to have yourself a real Valentines celebration this year youÂ’re probably going to jail for animal cruelty so it may be a good idea to just stick with a card and some flowers.

Modern History

Guys purchase gaudy lingerie and give it to their girlfriends. I donÂ’t know what theyÂ’re thinking, but they do this. IÂ’ve had conversations with guys over this before and thereÂ’s no getting through to them.

“That’s a gift for you dumbass. You’re supposed get a gift for them. No ulterior motives. You know…something romantic. What you’ve got there looks like a very cheaply made undergarment for an 1870s era prostitute.”

“No way, Dude. She’s going to be into this.”

I donÂ’t know why people donÂ’t listen.

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Over at this fine establishment theyÂ’re voting on which blogger is the king of poop stories. Hell, I cut my teeth on poop blogging. So for old timeÂ’s sake, hereÂ’s one of the all time great poop stories.

And just for the record, when you shit yourself in a foreign country, it’s much more intense. It’s a long post—hang in there, it’s worth it.
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It's true. It happened on Wednesday. I was leveraging around for a scratch and put a bit too much pressure on it. I felt it bend a bit awkwardly but didn't think anything serious had happened.

When I whipped it out yesterday morning I saw the damage. The tip was bent over at a 15% angle. I straightened it out but there must be something wonky in the area where the tip and the shaft meet. As soon as I start using it the damn thing bends over again.

This is very distressing for me. I use the hell out of it - multiple times a day, sometimes for hours at a time. I like a precision instrument. Even if I'm just messing around with it I expect it to perform perfectly. Now my aim is all off and I don't even like using it anymore.

Lovely Wife bought me some "replacement units" a while back. I can use one of those to take care of critical tasks but it's just not the same. They don't have the smooth feel of my original equipment and (not to brag) they're smaller. They don't fit very well in the receptacle either, if you get my meaning.

Speaking of original equipment, that poses some problems all by itself. I'm not saying that mine is one of a kind but I guarantee they aren't making any like it any more. Trust me, I've Googled it. (Interesting images in that search, by the way.) I've been sending messages to the creator to see if there's any way to get mine repaired or replaced with equivalent equipment but I never got an answer back.

So, anybody know where I can get a replacement stylus for a Dell Axim 4 PDA?

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You don't want to read this.

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Turns out more people watched the American Idol auditions last night than the Grammy awards.

I have little use for either show, but the GrammyÂ’s annoy the shit out of me, much like the Oscars. I canÂ’t understand AmericaÂ’s fascination with these self-indulgent bullshit festivals.

I have almost no respect for todayÂ’s music world. These hogs have been at the trough for a long goddamned time. WhereÂ’s the talent? Ah, donÂ’t even get me started.

Anyway, American Idol swept the ratings and in doing so, poked a finger in the eyes of U2, Madonna and I imagine a great many rappers and breathy boy band style crooners. I wouldnÂ’t know because I hold the whole music industry in contempt. I havenÂ’t purchased a CD or song recorded in the last five years. And I still buy a shitload of music every week.

IÂ’m absolutely thrilled that viewers would rather watch people embarrass and humiliate themselves on TV than tune in to watch more of these overblown windbags talk about how wonderful they all are as a collective.

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Every year the Oscar nominations come out, and without fail, I havenÂ’t seen any of the films. I rarely leave my compound for any reason, but going to the movies is actually painful. I dislike other people and movie theaters put me in too close a contact with the masses. The fucking Herefords, grazing and plodding along with no self-awareness, eating giant buckets of popcorn coated with who knows what, talking on cell phones and cluttering up the general landscape of my life.

In addition, most people have no manners and my aggravation level skyrockets when I’m forced into close quarters with Neanderthals. When I watch a movie I concentrate. I like to become absorbed in the film. The cinematography, the music, the editing—if done well create a separate world for me that I enjoy very much. I hang on every word or dialog. I relax and forget my troubles.

And I canÂ’t do that when some jerkoff is pressing his feet into the back of my chair. Or while some halfwit is talking because heÂ’s too much of a dullard to follow a basic plot line. Without fail some people are late and then you have to watch them walking around in front of you trying to find a seat. How can I concentrate or relax with all that shit going on?

Even the new places where I can sit on a couch and drink green bottles are a hassle when people start talking near you. I just canÂ’t do it.

Am I missing something? I imagine I am. A big screen is certainly better than a small one and I realize the dramatic enhancement. Many people seem to enjoy seeing a movie in a room full of other people. I donÂ’t know, I read somewhere recently that people feel theyÂ’re sharing the movie as a group and that some sort of feeling of togetherness comes from it, or makes the event more special for them. Personally, I canÂ’t imagine being that needy.

If a movie isnÂ’t available on DVD I havenÂ’t seen it.

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It's not about elegance, fairy tales, and releasing doves. It's about having fun. And that, that's easy baby. If you can't throw a fun wedding, you either invited the wrong people or threw the wrong wedding.

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When in doubt, it looks wonderful. You couldn't have imagined anything more perfect. Even if you know nothing about flower arrangements, it's great; and you know what? You're glad to be a part of the decision-making.

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Always, always, always remember the exact time of your wedding. Even though, as the groom, you're going to be at the church hours a(fucking)head of time, and there's no possible way in Satan's Holy Hell that you'd miss the wedding; always remember what time it starts. If you forget, you'd be better to call a guest and ask them to read you their invitation than asking the bride. She will mount your head over the fireplace.

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So IÂ’ve got this wedding invitation. IÂ’ve never met the bride or the groom in person, but you could say weÂ’ve been corresponding for some time. Because the groom is fucking Shank. Our Shank. The Shank that blogs right here on this wonderful, mostly bio-rhythmic site. Most people donÂ’t realize that Shank and I go way back.

IÂ’m torn, really. The guest list is very tight, so itÂ’s certainly an honor. LetÂ’s weigh the pros and cons.

Cons:

Not much face time with shank. LetÂ’s face it, itÂ’s his wedding day, and even an asshole like me realizes that itÂ’s full of family obligations. IÂ’d have to pay for plane tickets for myself and my wife, though I could just fuck them on a gift and call it even. I wouldnÂ’t know anyone at the wedding, including the groom.

Pros:

I could fuck with people big time. Shank himself suggested I go around telling people IÂ’m his astrologer. If heÂ’s got no objection to that IÂ’m sure I could push it a lot further, implying illegal activities, homosexuality, owed money and plenty of other good stuff.

I could go around saying that I’m, “Here to get what’s coming to me,” and simply walk away.

IÂ’ve been known to have business cards printed up for all kinds of wacky shit before, including Private Investigator, Commode Salesman, etc. The possibilities are really endless. And IÂ’ll be drunk and inciting others to get slammed as well. I could casually insult old people, stand up and make incredulous toasts and use excessively foul language.

I could slap people on the back obnoxiously and tell them about my third testicle. I could goose the old broads. I could rent and wear a ridiculous white tie and tails outfit. I could wet my crotch with water and walk around looking as if I’ve leaked pee on myself. I could “cut in” when old people are dancing.

Think of the material I could get at an affair like this.

I think IÂ’m going to check my schedule.

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Is anybody surprised by this? They have the mentality of little kids.

They never really evolved from Lord of the Flies.

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To celebrate the new year my company bought itself a large travel company in the UK and a larger one in Germany, catapulting us from the second largest business travel company in the USA to the third largest in the world.

As you might expect the workload for Enterprise Technology in general, and the Project Management / Quality Assurance group in particular, has not decreased. In fact, you would not be incorrect if you guessed that our workload has increased substantially. It's one of the reasons I haven't been posting a whole lot. Where I used to get up bright and early, read a bit, write a bit, shit, shower and shave, I am now catching up on emails and project statuses, shitting, showering and shaving. I've tried to eliminate one or more of the "S" class morning tasks to make room for more blogging but have had mixed results with such experimentation.

But help is on the way, and the sooner the better. We have authorization to hire a QA Manager, 2 Project Managers and a Business Analyst. Experience in the travel industry is a plus but not a grand requirement. Similarly, living in the Atlanta area is a plus (that's where HQ and our department are located) but not required. We also have departmental offices in Chicago and Kansas City (Missouri).

So, who wants a job? If you want more detail on any of these just give a holler.

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1 If I can work from home I'm game.

Posted by: phin at February 06, 2006 03:36 PM (Xvpen)

2 No such luck, me boyo. We're almost but not quite totally non-virtual.

Posted by: Jim at February 06, 2006 04:18 PM (tyQ8y)

3 Hire me! I am fucking sick of my job!!

Posted by: The Brat at February 06, 2006 04:37 PM (oqu5j)

4 Sorry, Babe. You know what they say: "Irreplaceable equals unpromotable".

Posted by: Jim at February 06, 2006 05:54 PM (tyQ8y)

5 Ugh......sickening!

Posted by: The Brat at February 06, 2006 05:55 PM (oqu5j)

6 If they took right out of school with a BS in mechatronic engineering, and were willing to wait until may, i'd think about it. Hypothetically speaking, of course.

Posted by: tommy at February 06, 2006 08:20 PM (EhwJT)

7 The waiting until May part could be problematic.

Posted by: Jim at February 07, 2006 04:18 PM (tyQ8y)

8 aye, story of me life. :-D

Posted by: tommy at February 07, 2006 10:46 PM (EhwJT)

9 I am not applying for a job, but I am wondering if the acquisition of the international sites means you'll be coming over here PS-wifi makes working on the toilet that much easier.

Posted by: Helen at February 08, 2006 01:40 PM (pYaFz)

10 Why can't you have offices in NYC?

Posted by: Flibbertigibbet at February 09, 2006 02:52 PM (gKBKR)

11 We do, but only for travel managers.

Posted by: Jim at February 09, 2006 06:22 PM (tyQ8y)

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Seattle denied a touchdown and the Steelers given a freebee.

That ref is a poxy cunt.*

*Poxy Cunt may be a registered trademark of Twenty Major.

P.S. It's good thing I can't draw cartoons.

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Even though I'm not married; I like to wear my wedding ring around the house.

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Okay, what the fuck is a scallop? I mean, we all can probably describe them; these little white lumps of...nondescript...sea...meat. Truly though, are they fish? Are they plant material? How are they farmed? Where do they come from? I mean, the only thing we know about them is that they're great sauteed in butter. They're the ocean's answer to mystery meat. Plus, they have no distinctive flavor of their own. Scallops.

In unrelated matters, Muslims need to smoke a little more pot. Apparently, they've gone and got their sari's in a twist over a few silly cartoons. They're all upset because some Dane or someone drew a picture of their God, an act violating their religious law. What I don't get it, why they're all so damn bent out of shape about someone outside their religion breaking Islamic law. I mean, most Christians and Jews hold the Ten Commandments as part of their religious law - and yet I can turn on my TV and watch shows about people who violate those laws all the time. I'm not catching any fatwa's in the local church bullitens around here, regarding the organization of a Baptist militia who will fight to have networks apologize to them for such transgression against Baptist 'law'.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, we'll tolerate religion is an much as we will allow you to do your thing. But don't expect us to design our society around it's pillars. Mostly because we're not into the whole stoning of women and owning of slaves.

In an even further unrelated matter, my car should finally come out of the shop next week. It'll be the culmination of easily 8 weeks of waiting and working. The motor came hand built all the way from Honda's factory in Saitama, Japan. It's gonna be sick.

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