“I Pledge To Faithfully Excute the Duties Of Federal Juror”
The jury questionnaire asked juror number 142 to list previously held jobs. He filled in President of the United States. “Although it was not mentioned in court, it was clear that the prospective juror’s name was Bill Clinton.” And from there the comedic tale ensued. Apparently the fact that he was investigated about the pardon of Marc Rich is reason alone to release President Clinton from service as a juror in a federal trial, but it wasn’t automatic. And the fact that juror number 142 has around the clock Secret Service protection isn’t necessarily reason to disqualify him either. I find it nice though, that Clinton showed up, didn’t weasel out of it early and was ready, willing and eager to participate in the trial.
Well, That Wasn’t Encouraging
A sign of the job market today came in the form of the only interview I have had for months – and it was for a temp to hire position for a job about 18 miles from home – about a 35 minute drive. And the swellest part – it only pays $11.50 an hour. I am at a loss right now what to do. I have time to decide if I want it, there is an “informational” interview sometime Thursday or Friday. And I am positive the job is mine to turn down. But I have no more unemployment insurance money for a bit until an extension is approved, so I imagine I must take it. And with it step back in time to what I was getting paid in 1996. I should be happy but I am miserable. I must be doing something wrong to only be eligible for some crappy $11.50/hour entry level position. Either that or I suck. I haven’t figured it out. But I have a new bottle of gin and soon it just won’t matter – at least for a few hours.
Comments Working Again
There was some server outage on the original shoutbox code that allowed for a java script based comments section. So I changed ships and went with a different comments box thingy. Hope this works. Blogger doesn’t seem to like any kind of java script codes on its pages, but we will try this out for a bit and see if it works.
Okay, so scratch that noise. Comments will come back some day when the blogger code is a bit more stable. Sorry
Mama, Who’s My Daddy
It took a while for this to finally surface online, but finally, The Naked Trucker’s piece they performed on Conan O’Brien a while back is now available for download. Cripes, I find these guys funny. In a Tenacious D sort of way. But in a country western way and perhaps a more clever glimpse of the joke that they are letting us in on. It takes a bit to download, but well worth it. It is in Quick Time format, so you need to have that available on your system but otherwise, trouble free viewing.
Indeed! Monday morning, 9:30 I will interview for a position with Finali Corporation. The job is “eSpecialist” doing online customer service support for Western Union customers and their dealer base. Wish me luck. After 8 and a half months on long, long unemployment, this brilliant hard working soul needs a job.
1. What is your most prized material possession?
Probably my dad’s rings that were left to me when he died. I can keep him with my all the time, that way.
2. What item, that you currently own, have you had the longest?
I have very little stuff left from my childhood. I did a terrible job as a teen and in early adulthood keeping track of stuff. But I have all my boy scout stuff, some of it I have had since I was ten years old. I also have a book I bought in second grade from scholastic books. That is probably the thing I have kept the longest.
3. Are you a packrat?
Yes. Every three or four months I must tear apart my bedroom and files and just jettison cargo. I seem to hold on to every scrap of paper for far too long and I hate to get rid of a book. Ever.
4. Do you prefer a spic-and-span clean house? Or is some clutter necessary to avoid the appearance of a museum?
Clutter isn’t only good, at our house it is a fact of life. A house was meant to be lived in, not looked at. I hate folks who have to keep a house so clean and tidy they are forced to live in a tent in the backyard to keep from enjoying it.
5. Do the rooms in your house have a theme? Or is it a mixture of knick-knacks here and there?
My bathroom has a fishing theme that for some reason or another has evolved over the years. The rest of the house has no set theme. I wouldn’t say knick knacks, persay – that evokes images of a granny’s house, but there are photos and things on the mantle and other shelves.
This is nifty. A six degrees of Kevin Bacon-esque search engine, using the Internet Movie Database. Just plug in any two actors and select TV, Movies or Both.
About five minutes into this episode of This American Life is a nice piece about a writer’s life long relationship with Fred Rogers, which began as a child. It is fitting on this, the day that Fred Rogers died of Cancer.
This file is in Real Audio format and requires a free real audio player to listen. The Mr. Rogers part begins about five minutes in, but give the whole show a listen. Ira Glass is an American treasure.
This study published in Nature proves my using the dishwasher is better for the environment then washing by hand. Hahahaha to all you naynayers who have taunted me in the past for washing everything but the cast iron in the dishwasher. I am saving trees.
Elvis Costello wailing away on the Bose
Chelsea songs, crafted rhyming prose
Puttering around the afternoon waiting
For springtime and the season’s rebirth
Knowing it isn’t the weather’s pattern painting
Making me anxious, but scourched Earth
Intense boredom replacing my life’s work.
I hunt and peck the pages of ads
Contemplate the hacks and macks
Soulessly offering positions for my wallet.
Truck driver, reciptionist, nurse, taxi hacks
A wage earning conduit
The resumes sent, faxed, stamped and wired
Making relevant the paper shuffle
Ways to meet the goal, avoiding the drunken stumble
At the traffic intersection before I tumble.
Will Work to End the Internal Mumble!