DIE SUPER!!! - G'morning, 2009!

[Jo'ou Ranbu]

holy crap i got a callback for a second interview for one of the best feasible jobs i've applied to and i totally wasn't expecting this to happen.

[Cotigo]

My day: A timeline.

7:30 a.m.: Local hotel, supposed to open for business next month, is on fire. I take pictures of it burning to the point of total loss.

12:30 p.m.: Maybe 200 feet from the hotel (which at this point has only just stopped being on fire), a woman driving on the highway with two of her granddaughters is hit by a propane truck. They all died.

1:15 p.m.: I return to the office to find that Harry Kalas, voice of my favorite team on radio and television for longer than I've been alive, is dead.

5 p.m.: My boss gets a call from a lieutenant in the local police claiming that after being told that the accident scene mentioned above was closed to reporters, I rushed past police and firefighters to the car to try to get a shot of the corpses and then ran away. What actually happened: I walked to the hotel to get pictures of the fire damage, and then left. I don't know what the fuck's going on.

Some days it doesn't pay to get up.

Ouch.  And you got fired for that?  What the hell, man?  Are there other people on the police force who might corroborate your side of the story?  Or anybody who was with you?

I think the moral here is Fuck the Police.

[Shale]

Oh, my job's safe; my editor believes me, at least. My relationship with the local police seems pretty well wrecked, though.

[Cotigo]

Ah.  Your post in the happiness (it's a warm gun) topic led me to believe otherwise.

The moral doesn't really change, though.  Whether they actually believe you crossed the lines or not it wreaks of an abuse of power.  What's that?  A police force in the U.S. abusing their power and making citizens' lives worse and not better?

Fuck the police.

[Shale]

Oh. Yeah, I'm emo about the job market because my current job is crap, not because I'm unemployed.

[Grefter]

So.... the cops can hold it against you without proof that you took the picture (Like say looking through your photos if you offer it?).

Yeah epic police fail.

[Jo'ou Ranbu]

Job interview done. They won't give an answer until at least next week, but: from the initial selection, only five were selected for four openings to the interview phase. The interviewer made it clear that they really need the people. One of the five selected people didn't make it to the interview. And, overall, it went really well. Fun stuff.

Think this is going places, and it's a pretty sweet spot (34 hours a week, paid overtime, transportation and lunch tickets covered by the employers, partial medical/dental health plans. Not counting those benefits, 1,700/month salary. Pretty good). I'm crossing my fingers here.

[Idun]

I am so elated. No more PAPERS FOR THE REST OF THE SEMESTER! One more week left and I am DONE. Summa-summa-summa-tiiiiiime ~ (summa' time!)

[Cotigo]

You whore, it's just getting crunch time for me.

[Idun]

Suffer, bitch! Suffer!

[Jo'ou Ranbu]

FUCK YEAH THEY'RE HIRING ME

[Bardiche]

FUCK YEAH THEY'RE HIRING ME

Oh, those pitiful co-workers of yours, to suffer the same abuse you have me go through. ;_;

[superaielman]

Congrats Snow. No more selling yourself on the street corner for cigarette money, now you can just do it for fun.

[Jo'ou Ranbu]

FUCK YEAH THEY'RE HIRING ME

Oh, those pitiful co-workers of yours, to suffer the same abuse you have me go through. ;_;

I doubt they're going to openly hit on Niu. They're probably safe.

Congrats Snow. No more selling yourself on the street corner for cigarette money, now you can just do it for fun.

Damn righ- oh wait.

[Grefter]

Congrats Snow. No more selling yourself on the street corner for cigarette money, now you can just do it for an X-Box as well.

[Cotigo]

Congrats Snow. No more selling yourself on the street corner for cigarette money, now you can just do it to spread gonorrhea to your enemies.

[BaconForTheSoul]

Checked out some apartments today.  Pretty nice for the price and there is a weight room and swimming pool on the site as well.  The only scary part is that nutria live in the area and those little bastards are evil!  Might have to buy a silencer for the ol .22 and take on the infestation myself.

[Xeroma]

What're nutria?

[Shale]

Kind of like a beaver, but with all the worst qualities of a rat.

[TranceHime]

The good: I had lots of fun at the debate championship as support staff, I got to meet people, the overnight event I attended was awesome.

The bad: I didn't get much sleep.

The ugly: When I got back home, to my dismay, my laptop decides to die on me. I mean, when I turned it on, it booted just fine! Then it started getting beaten up by millions of instances of right clicks I never did, the "right-click menu" key was never locked, I tried to fix it like the last time I did and it simply didn't work, so I resorted to rebooting. That was my greatest mistake. It would no longer boot properly. Tried to get it into Safe Mode, but the blaring sound after initialization and trying to load up explorer.exe was just terrible.

EDIT: Okay, looks like I got scared for nothing. However, there's still the issue of the random right-clicks. Appears that on start-up, every single pixel the cursor moves, it left-clicks AND right-clicks simultaneously, which means navigation becomes a pain. It seems to fix itself randomly too, I tried doing a virus check and even afterwards the problems persist =_= I don't know if I should try changing a mouse, because even if I unplug the mouse the touchpad exhibits similar behavior =_=

[Cotigo]

I've been joking for a while that I need to stop drinking.  After last night, it's not a joke.

I got obliterated, and went to my friend Keith's band's show.  It was fun, but when I got back... the details are fuzzy, but I distinctly remember tackling at my roommate, getting thrown to the ground, having to be restrained, etc. etc.  I'm not a violent drunk, normally, and this was weird, but can largely be explained by the combination of punk music, alcohol, and some issues I would work out with my friend if it weren't certain that he was moving out in a month. 

The weird thing, the thing that fucking scares me, that makes me really re-evaluate my alcoholism, was... that sometime afterward, I began giggling.  Giggling and giggling and giggling.  And giggling.  I couldn't stop.  I giggled on the grass, had to be carried inside so I didn't piss off the neighbors.  Then I giggled on my den floor, one of my friends watching me.  I recall my roommate and neighbor leaving, then came back with food some 30 minutes later, and I was still giggling.  I couldn't stop.  Had to be carried upstairs, couldn't stand up (not that I could stand up and then I would fall, I couldn't stop laughing enough to even try).  Giggled myself to sleep.  Woke up in a puddle of my own mucus and snot from giggling. 

What the hell, man.  That's not... that's not fucking... that's not even abnormal, that implies a normal counterpart, that's just outright strange.

...Ugh.  That's not something that needs to come out again.

[DjinnAndTonic]

I've been joking for a while that I need to stop drinking.  After last night, it's not a joke.

...Ugh.  That's not something that needs to come out again.

Apart from the psychotic episode... did you even get sick? I notice you don't mention vomiting or hangovers or even mild nausea. Oh, how can you know when to stop if nature won't even properly reject the alcohol, dammit!?

-Djinn

[Grefter]

You know when to stop because there is Standard Drink measurements that work well enough for rough estimates for people.  RTFM.

[NotMiki]

nature, unfortunately, has an "if you can't beat 'em, join 'em" attitude where alcohol is concerned.

anyway, good luck with the not drinking thing.

[Anthony Edward Stark]

You know when to stop because there is Standard Drink measurements that work well enough for rough estimates for people.  RTFM.