I hope my uniform comes in today

To be honest, I'm not that thrilled about it. It's just that working at a McDonalds is still better than not working at all and it could be far worse than working two days a week. The fact that the uniform took so long to come in should be a sure clue that I need to lose some weight but things will not be that easy.

Well, not that the point of this exercise is to make sense anyway, but I'm losing what coherence I did have. Wish me luck, I guess.

I was looking at a ska punk fan site today...

I admit I love ska punk and pretty much any form of music that includes brass instruments as an integral part. (Swing is one of my favorite music types too) but I have to ask myself: Why does every ska punk fan site need to be done as obnoxiously as possible?

Can't we just have a few ska punk sites that convey the love of music without the loud backgrounds or the for some reason necessary black and white checkerboard pattern? Yes, I know at least one band has plaid as its official color, but let the loudness be handled by the musicians.

I wonder if sedating the people who make these sites would result in something less bright and more readable. There's bound to be federal funding for it somewhere if you can get creative with how you describe it.

The Meaning of Stairway to Heaven

I tried for a few days to discover if this song in fact does have any meaning. I've come to the conclusion that it doesn't, but many people want it to. I've even seen one person go so far as to suggest that the song is about someone trying to tithe their way into a good afterlife. While it's a nice idea, I think that particular writer was grasping at straws.

If the song felt meaningless, I'm sure none of this would have happened. Given its title and the way its written however, we all want it to mean something so we'll desperately read something into the lyrics that were probably drug inspired in the first place.

Give it up people. As far as I can tell the brilliance of this song is that people debated what it meant for over 20 years when in fact it apparently means nothing. And the forests will echo with laughter.

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Waiting for a burn to heal fully

Burned my self on a stove two weeks ago. It seems the cut has become infected by now and while it no longer has the burning sensation it still hurts just a little bit. I know I'm probably one of the world's biggest klutzes and should have been more careful when using a stove. (Okay, so it wasn't all that careless it was just an easily avoided accident.) It seems it should take less time for a minor mistake to remove itself from my hand.

Another day

Time to bring you more ramblings about my life. Well, I feel like I slept well at least and will probably start reading the paper soon looking for a second job. Probably not much else going on today, although if I can stretch this out so it's a decent sized post I will. For now I can't so have a good day everyon.

Getting sleep is a good idea

One hour of sleep did not prepare me well for a full day of work. Thankfully, the miracle that is caffeine kept me awake through the day. I do not recommend doiong this again, although it has given me something to write about in the finest inane rambling I try to bring you on this blog.

Strangely enough, I didn't even really feel tired until after I got home yesterday.

Gym teacher accepting bribes

I swear I'm not making this one up either. It seems a gym teacher at a middle school was accepting a dollar a day bribes from students so they would not have to take gym class. While I give the teacher credit for turning himself in on this one, I have to think why you'd risk even such a lousy job as teaching (I can only assume it's lousy even though it pays more than any job I've ever held) for such a relatively small payout.

Another unimaginative title

I try to bring you the finest in inane rambling every day, but sometimes my heart is just not into it. Despite my best efforts, I cannot always write something I'd like to put here. It's not like I've been doing a small amount of it either.

Of course, you may think it's easy just to type random unimportant thoughts into blogger, but I do not share every unnecessary thought I have here. I like to put only the quality unimportant thoughts onto this page. You see, I am dedicated to quality after all.

If you don't find this interesting, you might as well go read the Onion's Opinion page. It certainly might be more productive and you can leaf through old Jean Teasdale columns.

Boredom

There are times in life when we have to wonder exactly why we are where were are. Tonight I sat through two hours worth of a Mcdonald's orientation. Of course it's bad enough that I'm starting this job, but it's been made worse by a seeming inability to get any other job. Well, I suppose it's better than nothing, but this isn't exactly going to enable me to move out. I could wait for disability to go through, but in the meantime I need something to hold me over. It's not like I can make a living blogging, although I'm still determined to find a way to do so.

I suppose I was rambling. Let it be said that I'm only now starting to reign my life back in to the point where I can control it. In any case I sat through the two hour orientation listening to people who seemed less thrilled to be conducting the meeting than I seemed to be there. At least someone saw fit to intertwine the tedium with about 45 minutes worth of commercials for McDonalds. I think the managers could have at least pretended to be excited about welcoming new people to a minimum wage existence. Needless to say not only did I find their presentation boring, but the information was presented in such a way that my lack of enjoyment of it was only heightened.

I could look at it from the manager's perspective. They probably aren't getting much more than the average employee at the restaurant makes to be that much more excited about their duties than the average wage slave. Still, it would have been nice not to have been read at for such an extended period.

Looking for a car, isn't it fun?

Now that I've managed to get a job, I've decided it's time to look for a car. Right now the only thing in my price range right now is a 200 dollar Escort, so obviously I'm getting a high quality car for the money. Well, not quite, but then, it's better than nothing. I think I'll give up on writing today and wait until I can rant about something for a little longer than a paragraph.

You know...

You know I'm glad that I don't have a blog where I think people give a darn about how well I do or don't write. The fact is, although I personally think I write well, I realize that most of you don't care whether I do or not.

It seems that the blogosphere is full of people who show off their fictional writing. I've tried that once and it doesn't quite work for me. I admire those who can get published, but so far I have not been able to do so and I'm bitter about it. The only thing worse than poorly written fiction on the blogosphere (other than poorly written ranting like that which covers this blog) is poorly written poetry.

Anyway, I am mad that people like Stephen King can get published and I can't. Of course the difference between Stephen King and I is that Stephen King has sold millions of books and actually has some writing talent. (Okay, just because I don't think he writes well doesn't mean it's there.)

Well, that problems fixed

I don't think anyone noticed, but there was a technical problem where the ads weren't displaying. I've been using Crispads for awhile now for its fairly high pay per click value and its low payouts. I think I'm the only one who uses them, but it's a good site.

Anyway, you'll now get graphical ads more often than text ads and while the payout value is lower, it makes the site look better even though I think this only has one other reader.

Yay, the Superbowl is over.

I'm afraid I can't beat the real life article I posted yesterday no matter how hard I tried. Still, however, it is a good time of the year to celebrate. No, it's not because my birthday occurs this Friday, but because there's no more football until June at least.

I may be one of the few people who doesn't like football, but one thing that amazes me about the superbowl is how people spend hours on pre-game shows (I think the records is 12) for an event that lasts about 3 hours only because the game itself gets drawn out. Does anyone on Earth care that much about football? Of course no one forces me to watch, but do I really have to watch poor TV elsewhere simply because no one has the guts to put anything entertaining on opposite the superbowl?

I call on some brave courageous person out there to realize that the small segment of people who do not watch the Super bowl is still a much larger segment of the population than those who willing willingly watch 12 hours of football specials with lame comedic elements.

Cheerleader fired for working at Hooters

Sometimes you just can't make this stuff up. Real life gets the jump on those writing outrageous and as it turns out not very funny articles for random blogs on the Internet.

It seems a cheerleader down south got kicked off of a university cheerleading squad for working at this restaurant. (One of which I've never seen nor have any real desire to.) But the reason given is because the coach thought it was an inapprorpriate image for her squad. I wonder exactly this coach thinks the image of cheerleaders is. Despite what her personal opinion maybe, this is exactly the kind of thing most people think of cheerleaders anyway. It's not like she's dressed any less skimpily cheering for the football team than at the job here.

I think someone needs her head examined, although if it weren't that particular restraurant the case likely would not attract national attention.

Blogs like this always amuse me

http://www.biznezzopps.com/how-to-make-money-fast/

There are probably hundreds of blogs out there that tell you how to make money fast, but given my own experiences and the small amount of money I've made blogging, I doubt they've been very successful. Still, it's always amusing to watch someone try. I now the one actual reader I've had sent here by Blogger's random blog search may not find this funny, but I do.

Well, today is Superbowl Sunday and while I do not have any real love of Football, I'm hoping, as a resident of Pennsylvania, that the Steelers will win.

Things to do in your spare time

I have a lot of spare time of late as the mere existence of this blog will attest to. I've decided to continue my efforts to make money blogging and write while I search for a job where the position doesn't get phased out a week after I start. I figure it's slightly more productive than watching reruns of Deep Space Nine, which I'm also doing. (Okay, so I've admitted I'm a Trekkie. I hope that doesn't lower your opinion of me.)

Fact is the response to this is greater than I've expected so far and it may indeed help me meet my goals but I'm still a long way off from achieving the main one.

Here we post again

It's time for another post. Today I went through a job interview for a part time retail store position. What I was surprised by were the type of questions asked. I mean I can see how my fears might be relevant to some positions, but I don't see how my fear of heights is relevant unless I'm working in one of those big box stores like Lowes or Staples. (And I have worked for Staples, small heights don't bother me that much.)

How did this trend get started anyway? Did someone feel that every job has to have a psychological profile that may or may not fit to it? I understand they want the right candidate for the job, but the ability not to say what you're really thinking is usually the most beneficial talent of anyone working in a customer service setting.

I'm sure that someone in their human relations department justified their position by coming up with this, but when I'm railing against the common sense of a decision, anyone who knows me would have caught on to this long before I would have.

Groundhog's Day

Groundhogs Day is a holiday whos origins always made me wonder. A quick Google search today revealed that the original animal in question was a hedgehog, but that still doesn't explain why someone decided a rodent of all things had amazing powers of weather prediction.

I know the story says something about the Christian holiday of Candlemas, but even that doesn't explain the core question of how it started. If I may, I would like to put forth my own theory on the subject. I propose that the holiday started when someone was a little too bored during the winter and had been drinking or had partaken in some other recreational pharmaceutical. As this was well before the advent of drug laws, we need not worry about him seeing criminal charges before his idea got out to the public.

In fact, our story is helped if it was a shaman or religious leader who started the thing originally, whose use of what we shall call sacred substances allowed him to connect to the spirit world. In such an enlightened state, he received the revelation that a hedgehog would tell them if there would be six more weeks of winter if he saw his shadow. Of course, it could have been a secret groundhog plot, with the American rodents knowing someday that one of their own would get a comfortable place to stay and only be required to work one day a year. Well, that gets us as to how the holiday came into being. Now I'm going to answer why we continue to celebrate it. It's simple really, it's an excuse to get drunk and throw a party, two fine American traditions that are usually combined.