Archives for January, 2007

Employment!

I am pleased to announce that as of today I am no longer a temp… that’s right, I am employed.

Last week I was notified by Cassandra that I was going to become an employee. She was up-front in saying that she had seen a “great deal of change” in me since she’d started on our site about three months ago, and the change was a good one. She said she had seen a lack of customer service skills and was worried about my not talking a whole lot. First she thought something like she scared me, or that Roger scared me (because I apparently talked more and “sounded more human” when he was gone). Well… really I tried to talk even less when Roger was around because he was really annoying and gross, and always took everything and blew it way out of proportion, manipulating it to make him look good to the coroporate big-whigs. Anyways, I’m not really sure what she was talking about, as I don’t think I’ve been doing anything different from how I was doing things three months ago. Really, I just don’t talk all too much unless I know the person. One of the things my Mom has said when talking about me is that “he’s probably had teachers that had gone an entire year without hearing him say a word.” She’s probably right.

But anyways, now I have a permanent job, jam-packed with a $1.50 raise, paid holidays, potential paid vacation time, and insurance benefits. Not too shabby if you ask me. :D

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01/29/2007 | Life | No Comments

Come on, Mr. Lincoln! Take your best shot!

So tonight I decided to go see Children of Men after work. The movie starts at 7:50. I get off at 7:00 and got down to the theatre by 7:15. Clearly I had some time to kill so I decided to stop at the Burger King a little bit further down State St. for some dinner.

So I go in, order my food, get my drink, yada yada. They call my number to pick up my food and when I’m up at the desk I see this guy ordering. Middle-aged black male, old ratty jacket, red knit cap… and next to his feet sits a plastic grocery bag containg two 40oz bottles of malt liquor. My good amigo, the story does not end there.

I have my food and pick a spot to sit. A strategically placed table near a corner of the building allows me to watch television while I eat; I sit down. I get to have my first ever taste of American Idol. Meanwhile, the black fellow with his sack of dreams gets his food: a sandwitch and an order of fries. He sits down in the seat behind me, way back in the corner. Starts eating his food, and then cracks open one of his 40s to help wash it all down. It gets better.

All of a sudden he starts talking to someone. He doesn’t have a cellphone, and he came in alone. Ok, so he’s got an imaginary friend. What’s wrong with that? Nothing.

The most interesting part is the subjects of their conversation. The majority of it was dealing with what I think is a form of time travel. He mentioned the atomic mass of “gin”, its fluxuating wave lenghts, position in space-time, and something about a pot of coffee. This must be some pretty high-profile business, as he was quoted in saying “Thats just what the corporation wants you to do!”

It was all very interesting and educational. After he finished, him and his friend got up and left, still deep in conversation…and that was it. Perhaps I’ll meet this spectacular individual again in the future… FROM THE PAST!

btw - Children of Men was good. I highly reccomend it.

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01/24/2007 | Life | No Comments

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