(no subject)
know that i will go
through all this and manage to
get rid of a lot
but gave me the most
courteous pelvic exam
i've ever seen and
--I edited out the HTML because it didn't make the cute little meme boxes, but there's the haiku anyway. It's from http://memes.angrygoats.net
I had to hit reload a lot to get these two, my lj is not very haiku-able. I'm in North Carolina for a few more days and then back to San Francisco. There's a boat we're looking at that's fucking gorgeous, it needs a survey and hopefully that will turn out positive and if so, we're going to buy her. She's an all wooden yacht from 1936 with her original bronze, compass, wheel, all kinds of awesome stuff. She needs a lot of cosmetic work, varnishing and whatnot, and some basics like sails and an engine installation (she has an engine, it's just not all up in her) which is how we're able to even consider buying her, but we can anchor out for a few months while saving up for these things. SHE IS WORTH IT.
In other neeews..boy, I never feel like a boring asshole who has nothing to say and has been doing a whole bunch of nada until I try to update my livejournal. Hm.. I applied at Starbucks in SF before I left, I'm torn between hoping I get it for some fast cash (I am running on fumes here) and really hoping I don't. Starbucks coffee is alright, it's saved me from crashing into ditches on many a long road trip. They're not the essence of all evil. But man, my interview was full of questions like "What was a recent incident in which you gave bad customer service?" and "What have you learned in the last year to make you a more valuable employee to Starbucks?" Don't ask me those questions. Those are stupid as fuck. You know the answers will be nothing but ass-kissing, diarrhea-sloshing bullshit. Why are we playing this game? You want me to bend over and take it while serving coffee to the masses, and if the price is right I'm willing to stick it in. Can't you just brandish a three-foot dildo while quizzically lifting your eyebrow? I'll drop my pants and grip the edge of the table, and everybody's somewhat .. well, not happy, but something, and the whole matter is settled with much brevity and I prefer that. If I were interviewing for Starbucks I'd find it irresistible to throw in some questions of my own, such as "If a customer is being a real douche and you want to throw their decaf soy latte in their face, do you let the rage overtake you and then quit with much screaming, or do you take a little breath, steam their latte EXTRA hot, and then pretend you tripped while handing it to them?"
--I'm sorry, I don't care enough to try and make the font uniform. Can't find the option with a quick browse, so oh well.
through all this and manage to
get rid of a lot
but gave me the most
courteous pelvic exam
i've ever seen and
--I edited out the HTML because it didn't make the cute little meme boxes, but there's the haiku anyway. It's from http://memes.angrygoats.net
I had to hit reload a lot to get these two, my lj is not very haiku-able. I'm in North Carolina for a few more days and then back to San Francisco. There's a boat we're looking at that's fucking gorgeous, it needs a survey and hopefully that will turn out positive and if so, we're going to buy her. She's an all wooden yacht from 1936 with her original bronze, compass, wheel, all kinds of awesome stuff. She needs a lot of cosmetic work, varnishing and whatnot, and some basics like sails and an engine installation (she has an engine, it's just not all up in her) which is how we're able to even consider buying her, but we can anchor out for a few months while saving up for these things. SHE IS WORTH IT.
In other neeews..boy, I never feel like a boring asshole who has nothing to say and has been doing a whole bunch of nada until I try to update my livejournal. Hm.. I applied at Starbucks in SF before I left, I'm torn between hoping I get it for some fast cash (I am running on fumes here) and really hoping I don't. Starbucks coffee is alright, it's saved me from crashing into ditches on many a long road trip. They're not the essence of all evil. But man, my interview was full of questions like "What was a recent incident in which you gave bad customer service?" and "What have you learned in the last year to make you a more valuable employee to Starbucks?" Don't ask me those questions. Those are stupid as fuck. You know the answers will be nothing but ass-kissing, diarrhea-sloshing bullshit. Why are we playing this game? You want me to bend over and take it while serving coffee to the masses, and if the price is right I'm willing to stick it in. Can't you just brandish a three-foot dildo while quizzically lifting your eyebrow? I'll drop my pants and grip the edge of the table, and everybody's somewhat .. well, not happy, but something, and the whole matter is settled with much brevity and I prefer that. If I were interviewing for Starbucks I'd find it irresistible to throw in some questions of my own, such as "If a customer is being a real douche and you want to throw their decaf soy latte in their face, do you let the rage overtake you and then quit with much screaming, or do you take a little breath, steam their latte EXTRA hot, and then pretend you tripped while handing it to them?"
--I'm sorry, I don't care enough to try and make the font uniform. Can't find the option with a quick browse, so oh well.