Home Things.
The Departed was a really good movie. I would have liked to see more Mark but, yeah, it was really good. Nice touch at the end, too.
Operation Paint The Apartment is in moderate swing. I ripped down the fake fireplace that was consuming valuable wall space without even thinking about what we were going to do with it. The entire facade was holding onto the wall only by its 20 coats of paint and a few nails. I found a bullet, an old penny, and a small photograph of three dogs. A pretty depressing time capsule, no? Luckily Art does not seem to care what we do to the place as long as we are good tenants, so he encouraged Jeremy and I to bust the shit out of it and throw it outside. The fake brick is still intact but it is all covered by IKEA bookshelves now. I mean, it was a pretty lame fireplace, as those of you who have seen it can agree. It was a neat niche in the wall for maybe a tv or a fish tank but as of late it was housing a pillow and Soundcheck's worldly possesions (one stuffed Donkey from Shrek, one Fraggle from the claw machine in Ocean City, one plush Luigi from Disney's Cars, assorted furry mice and nippy toys). The entire place is covered in thick glossy white paint so we have a lot of sanding and priming ahead of us. The ceilings throughout the apartment will be grey, the dining room is getting a fresh makeover with a very kitsch shade of turquoise and the main living area will be purple/pomegranate/aubergine-ish. After all the work is done, our reward will be a velvet sectional sofa with chaise lounge. In orange, of course.
At 4 AM this morning, I stepped on a thumb tack and had to pull it out of my heel. I am never going to exfoliate my feet again.
I hired a lady who interviewed really well and who I thought would really do well at the store, but then she did not show up for any training for over a week. Then, she started showing up stinking of booze. Then, she started showing up drunk. She asked to talk to me in private and I thought to myself, okay now is the time where she is going to tell us she has hit rock bottom and is trying to get her shit together and wants to do well with our company.
Nah, she just told me the job I hired her for was too mundane (yes, she said mundane) and she does not find herself engaging with customers like she did at her previous job at Home Depot. Then she started telling details of her personal life that I swore to keep secret. Some pretty fucked up shit. Shit so fucked up that it would probably be best for her to come to a job she considers boring just to have some mental relief. But then she just lost all her humility and pretty much told me that she was too good to do the job she was hired for. Because of human resource policy, I could not confront her on the fact that she smelled like Irish Mist so I kept my internal dialogue... internal.
1. I've been to Home Depot many, many times and there is no fucking engaging anyone. You are lucky if you can find someone that works there. Have you ever gone to Home Depot to get a copy of a key made?
2. If you are drunk, it is probably not a good idea to engage our customers at all.
3. If you cannot come to the first week of your new job without having multiple breakdowns on the sales floor and smelling distinctly of mouthwash after your first break, maybe you should have a MUNDANE job instead of something overtly challenging, OKAY?
Operation Paint The Apartment is in moderate swing. I ripped down the fake fireplace that was consuming valuable wall space without even thinking about what we were going to do with it. The entire facade was holding onto the wall only by its 20 coats of paint and a few nails. I found a bullet, an old penny, and a small photograph of three dogs. A pretty depressing time capsule, no? Luckily Art does not seem to care what we do to the place as long as we are good tenants, so he encouraged Jeremy and I to bust the shit out of it and throw it outside. The fake brick is still intact but it is all covered by IKEA bookshelves now. I mean, it was a pretty lame fireplace, as those of you who have seen it can agree. It was a neat niche in the wall for maybe a tv or a fish tank but as of late it was housing a pillow and Soundcheck's worldly possesions (one stuffed Donkey from Shrek, one Fraggle from the claw machine in Ocean City, one plush Luigi from Disney's Cars, assorted furry mice and nippy toys). The entire place is covered in thick glossy white paint so we have a lot of sanding and priming ahead of us. The ceilings throughout the apartment will be grey, the dining room is getting a fresh makeover with a very kitsch shade of turquoise and the main living area will be purple/pomegranate/aubergine-ish. After all the work is done, our reward will be a velvet sectional sofa with chaise lounge. In orange, of course.
At 4 AM this morning, I stepped on a thumb tack and had to pull it out of my heel. I am never going to exfoliate my feet again.
I hired a lady who interviewed really well and who I thought would really do well at the store, but then she did not show up for any training for over a week. Then, she started showing up stinking of booze. Then, she started showing up drunk. She asked to talk to me in private and I thought to myself, okay now is the time where she is going to tell us she has hit rock bottom and is trying to get her shit together and wants to do well with our company.
Nah, she just told me the job I hired her for was too mundane (yes, she said mundane) and she does not find herself engaging with customers like she did at her previous job at Home Depot. Then she started telling details of her personal life that I swore to keep secret. Some pretty fucked up shit. Shit so fucked up that it would probably be best for her to come to a job she considers boring just to have some mental relief. But then she just lost all her humility and pretty much told me that she was too good to do the job she was hired for. Because of human resource policy, I could not confront her on the fact that she smelled like Irish Mist so I kept my internal dialogue... internal.
1. I've been to Home Depot many, many times and there is no fucking engaging anyone. You are lucky if you can find someone that works there. Have you ever gone to Home Depot to get a copy of a key made?
2. If you are drunk, it is probably not a good idea to engage our customers at all.
3. If you cannot come to the first week of your new job without having multiple breakdowns on the sales floor and smelling distinctly of mouthwash after your first break, maybe you should have a MUNDANE job instead of something overtly challenging, OKAY?