So I think I am in heaven, employment wise. I bought a new CD (A The The singles compilation) and I didn't have time to listen to it after it came, so get this...I listened to it at work! I love my job.


September 11, 2001. I woke up. After enjoying a Red Bull in my shower, I pulled a clean, warm uniform from the dryer and got dressed. It was my habit to turn on the NW cable news channel in the morning, so I was surprised to see CNN when I did not hit the numbers for CNN on the remote. I got completely ready so I could sit on the couch and have 10 minutes of relaxation before I walked out the door. Kristin was getting ready in the bathroom and the CNN dude was standing on the roof of his building with another Beautiful Talking Head. I could see the one tower burning in the distance. The anchors were talking about a plane flying into the building, so my immediate assumption was that there had been an accident. Then suddenly there was another plane and the other tower was exploding. Just like that I realized that this could not be an accident. I was standing in the living room saying "Ohmygodohmygodohmygod...." holding my head in my hands, eyes wide. Kristin came in from the bathroom saying "What?!" and then she look at the TV. We just stood there watching. We left for work before the first tower collapsed. All of the radio stations were rebroadcasting network news audio tracks so I listened as I drove myself to work. I went in and IKEA was like a ghost town. I think I saw maybe 5 customers. In my department Brian and I both had the same look. a mixture of sadness, rage and knowledge. With our backgrounds attached to the military, we knew that the shit was going to hit the fan. We speculated about the number of dead (by now both towers had collapsed - I had heard in the car and got to bring that happy news to everyone at work) I had heard on the Discovery Channel that the WTC employed 50,000 people, so I guessed in the 30,000 to 40,000 range. It would be days before I realized how lucky we had been and it sickens me to this day that we consider that "luck". We heard about the people throwing themselves to their deaths to avoid burning, We heard about the other planes and we just began to come apart. Emotions ran strong. You couldn't look anyone in the eye because everyone was all puffy and red from sobbing. Men who were widely thought of as boulders with callouses cried like babies. In the early afternoon, we closed, so I went on home. I don't remember much of the rest of that day, but in following days my car got stolen while I was having my tattoos touched up and my ears peirced (for the first time)(you'd think even the methhead car theives would take a week off, but nooooooooo...). The disaster at the WTC, my car getting stolen, the firing of a respected co-worker for an excuseable trivial matter, and the dead end that my career had become were the agents that led me to quit my job. In the past year I have learned more about myself than at any other time in my life. I have learned how right my parent's and friend's advice can be, and not to ignore it, I have learned that my ego can be an ugly thing. I also have watched more Law&Order, and television in general than I care to admit. I hope you all take some time to tell someone close to you how much you appreciate them. I appreciate you.


OK, just a quick update. The new job is great, posting is still a PAIN IN THE ASS. I am going to go blogger pro here pretty soon, so look for that in the not too distant future. Thanks for checking in now and then.


OK, so posting seems to be working again?
Can't post, getting pissed off.


So I have been doing some temp work this week. I have been helping Husky International Trucks get their messy yard ready for a visit from a International Trucks bigwig. I cleared a lot of blackberrys. When I first saw what they expected me to do, I didn't say anything, but I thought "They only hired ONE temp for this job?" I honestly didn't think I was going to be able to do much. Well a week later, it's all taken care of and then some and Husky is asking me to go to another facility and do more of the same. I'm secretly a little sorry they didn't just cut me loose. I ache. I am getting too lod for this kind of shit. Another thing I had to do was cut up a bunch of fiberglass farings. Big gigantic semi tractor farings that never sold, and were now obsolete. I had a circular saw and a little paper mask. I could have had a set of overalls, but the only thing those would have protected (that were not already protected) were my forarms. So I saw up the farings and go back to the blackberrys, only now, in addition to sunburnt and scratched up forarms, I am itching all around my neck and shoulders where the fiberglass dust got under my tshirt. When I finally got home my shower never felt better. I'm liking Lance to lead the Tour de France from here on out. That man makes me really proud to be a Texan, even more proud.


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More fun in Job Search Land. Manpower tells me lat Monday that I am going to a "temp to perm" job assembling driveshafts for big trucks. "temp to perm" means that I am a temp for a while and if they like me thy hire me on. I figure that means I'm a safe bet to be working for a while. Wrong. The boss comes to me on Friday and tells me that I am not going to be needing to come back on Monday and that I was just covering for some vacationing regulars. Fine, it sucks to be not working again, but what sucks even more is to be dissapointed that I can't go back to a job that I hated, had shitty hours and I didn't even want. Today I had 5 hours work for the city of Tukwila with this ex pimp looking guy who, if he put as much effort into his work as his complaining he would really...finish his temp jobs earlier. Now I call Business Careers, the people who are supposed to be looking for work for me, voicemail. I call the EMP again. Voicemail. Then I call Border's books. This is good...I turned in a resume and a application about a week ago, and the nice guy behind the counter gave me a card on which he wrote the name of the HR guy in charge of interviewing potential candidates for employment. The nice guy went on to tell me that the HR guy (Linh) is off today (07.01) and since he was off yesterday (06.30) he should be back tomorrow (07.02). So I call on Tuesday, only to find out that the HR guy is actually on vacation. "How long will he be gone?" I ask. "Two weeks." is the response. So I call today to make sure about that, and I get a rude woman on the phone who obviously has not looked for a job in some time. I ask to speak to Linh. She asks what it's concerning. I say "I submitted a resume and application and I am just following up." She informs me that "We take in applications, review every one and WE call those individuals we think are qualified." (in other words - "Don't fucking call us you idiot, we'll call your sorry ass, IF we think you qualify.") Since I know every one has to be interviewed by Linh, I ask if I can speak to him anyway. She informs me that he is on vacation (alright, I know that), so I ask for how much longer. "Two weeks." she replies in her best "Get of the fucking phone you asswipe." tone. I ask "Two weeks from today?", she responds "(big annoyed sigh) Yes." For a split second I think of calling her on her lie, but then I figure, what's the point?