Another lockdown Monday; wooooooo! (Um, how many does this make now? The days weeks largely run together…)
My über-cheerful “Day 3” greeting to SackO’SugarK earlier received mixed results. (Which may have had to do with the fact I was still removing webbing from my mouth and eyes at the time…)
I’m afraid we won’t be participating in the SqueakTV get-together this evening, as both BirfdayWeekK and I are unwilling to install teh ZOOM client onto any of our devices which have webcams. (Please note that, for us, this is due to security concerns and has nothing whatsoever to do with my being the opposite of “telegenic”.) 😉
Wonder how many Hallmark Channel writers are working on pandemic-related scripts?
A single Mom and a single Dad both grab for the last package of turlet paper; romance ensues. Working title: “Prince Charmin.”
A single Dad loses his job due to COVID-19 and moves back to the small town he grew up in. His new neighbor -- an attractive woman -- can’t properly introduce herself due to social distancing, but their dogs hit it off over the fence; romance ensues. Working title: “Welcome Waggin'”
:: bangs head on desk ::
Oy.
Puns. So early in the morning/afternoon! ;P
Good Day EveryGerbillyBody!
The days weeks largely run together…)
My neighbor says his weeks are six Saturdays and one Sunday. And that’s as far as *he* keeps track. It’s easy enough to fall into too -- which is freeing and frightening.
Speaking of security concerns…
Man, this trying to find a job sh¡t, even before the boards went cold on March 3rd, sucks.
I joined, or reawakened accounts, updated ‘tings and in particular always made sure the home phone number was the default because I didn’t want input from 50 scammers.
The last was a wasted effort -- bots will be bots and somehow I get texts for appointments RFN or call to schedule … places I’ve never heard of, didn’t apply to, and *if* they have a web presence it’s iffy … like their “Contact Us” link doesn’t resolve.
Bastards.
Oy, TeX, that sucks! I have a friend who took a voluntary lay-off a couple of months before Winnie teh Flu hit and she went from looking at lots of prospects to looking into a black hole. Let’s hope this carp gets resolved sooner, rather than later.
Oh, it’s the abyss, all right.
It hiccuped on a Wednesday, and by Friday the numbers of my job alert emails had dropped from ~40 emails a day to 10. Talk about a “sudden stop”. Sheesh!
But it does lead me into another story.
I was sort of dared to apply for a open 911 dispatcher position in town. I threw them my resume and they actually set up an interview.
Seriously?
The day before the interview, I open the vacuum bag with all my business clothes looking for a particular suit. I can find the jacket and the blouse, but not the slacks. Check the other bags and the closet (again), no slacks.
With all the bags open, I can cobble together a semi-professional look. OK.
Zip the bags closed, go get the vacuum and squish ’em all down and away.
Done.
Then I do what you’re not supposed to: rather than shuffle over three feet and properly grab the plug from the wall, I yanked the cord of the vacuum.
:: thwock! ::
The plug smacks me a little left of the center of my forehead. It was a beeYUtiful robin’s egg blue lump the size of a quail egg; yeah, that’ll heal by morning (thank G_d for hair).
Continuing on, I check on shoes. Find ones that’ll match, grab them and then watch, amazed, as the suede-ing(sp?) just sloughs right off. I thought the closet vents were supposed to fix that …
The interview wasn’t a good one. And they got a wee bit defensive when I used the word “burnout” in a sentence. In essence, they hope the door doesn’t hit you too hard. And preferably, lose your sh¡t outside. Yikes.
Dv8: “Sven Bonk” was an original real world pseudonym of mine from 30 years ago -- I used it to prank management at a company I worked at. It’s also my original AOL email name.
When Hallmark starts churning out that carp, a dear friend -- and former bandmate -- will be doing a lot of the post-production audio. (He typically does 4-6 Christmas movies for them every year and is also frequently the voice coming from a radio or TV in the background of a scene. He occasionally drops-in “Easter eggs” for the post-production mixers’ amusement such as woefully inappropriate “announcer” lines, belches, etc.)
Sven --
FWIW, you didn’t look a day over 28 when I saw you in February.
One of the least appealing aspects of the American character is the residual Puritanism that still compels a certain percentage of our countrymen, women and others, to nag, pester, and generally annoy the rest of us by trying to make us conform to their stick-up-the-Lieu vision of propriety. These people – these obnoxious Karens, for lack of a better FCC-compliant term – are delighted by the Chinese Bat Biter grippe and the opportunity it presents for them to try to impose their arbitrary will upon the rest of us. These mewling Mussolinis need to be slapped back, verbally if not physically, but as long as we are under this lockdown, they will not stop. They live for this, the chance to dictate to and control us, and the problem is some of them have positions of power.
I’m going to take a rain check on tonight’s virtual gathering -- my eye has been so bad today that computer work has given me a headache. Play nice, boys and girls.
Well, it looks like you won’t miss anything, or at least not tonight. Our gracious host has added teh following message to the SqueakTV thread:
We are delaying the start of SqueakTV until Wednesday while I address security concerns. We may switch to Skype or Teams or another video conference provider.
Hopefully Fatwa and the LurvelyBrendaK will be able to join us as well.
Another lockdown Monday; wooooooo! (Um, how many does this make now? The
daysweeks largely run together…)My über-cheerful “Day 3” greeting to SackO’SugarK earlier received mixed results. (Which may have had to do with the fact I was still removing webbing from my mouth and eyes at the time…)
I’m afraid we won’t be participating in the SqueakTV get-together this evening, as both BirfdayWeekK and I are unwilling to install teh ZOOM client onto any of our devices which have webcams. (Please note that, for us, this is due to security concerns and has nothing whatsoever to do with my being the opposite of “telegenic”.) 😉
Damn this endless war!
BBL.
Wonder how many Hallmark Channel writers are working on pandemic-related scripts?
A single Mom and a single Dad both grab for the last package of turlet paper; romance ensues. Working title: “Prince Charmin.”
A single Dad loses his job due to COVID-19 and moves back to the small town he grew up in. His new neighbor -- an attractive woman -- can’t properly introduce herself due to social distancing, but their dogs hit it off over the fence; romance ensues. Working title: “Welcome Waggin'”
Hey…this shit practically writes itself!
Damn; I’d watch those!
:: bangs head on desk ::
Oy.
Puns. So early in the
morning/afternoon! ;PGood Day EveryGerbillyBody!
My neighbor says his weeks are six Saturdays and one Sunday. And that’s as far as *he* keeps track. It’s easy enough to fall into too -- which is freeing and frightening.
Speaking of security concerns…
Man, this trying to find a job sh¡t, even before the boards went cold on March 3rd, sucks.
I joined, or reawakened accounts, updated ‘tings and in particular always made sure the home phone number was the default because I didn’t want input from 50 scammers.
The last was a wasted effort -- bots will be bots and somehow I get texts for appointments RFN or call to schedule … places I’ve never heard of, didn’t apply to, and *if* they have a web presence it’s iffy … like their “Contact Us” link doesn’t resolve.
Bastards.
I’m sure a chicken sammich will help. BBIAB
Oy, TeX, that sucks! I have a friend who took a voluntary lay-off a couple of months before Winnie teh Flu hit and she went from looking at lots of prospects to looking into a black hole. Let’s hope this carp gets resolved sooner, rather than later.
Oh, it’s the abyss, all right.
It hiccuped on a Wednesday, and by Friday the numbers of my job alert emails had dropped from ~40 emails a day to 10. Talk about a “sudden stop”. Sheesh!
But it does lead me into another story.
I was sort of dared to apply for a open 911 dispatcher position in town. I threw them my resume and they actually set up an interview.
Seriously?
The day before the interview, I open the vacuum bag with all my business clothes looking for a particular suit. I can find the jacket and the blouse, but not the slacks. Check the other bags and the closet (again), no slacks.
With all the bags open, I can cobble together a semi-professional look. OK.
Zip the bags closed, go get the vacuum and squish ’em all down and away.
Done.
Then I do what you’re not supposed to: rather than shuffle over three feet and properly grab the plug from the wall, I yanked the cord of the vacuum.
:: thwock! ::
The plug smacks me a little left of the center of my forehead. It was a beeYUtiful robin’s egg blue lump the size of a quail egg; yeah, that’ll heal by morning (thank G_d for hair).
Continuing on, I check on shoes. Find ones that’ll match, grab them and then watch, amazed, as the suede-ing(sp?) just sloughs right off. I thought the closet vents were supposed to fix that …
The interview wasn’t a good one. And they got a wee bit defensive when I used the word “burnout” in a sentence. In essence, they hope the door doesn’t hit you too hard. And preferably, lose your sh¡t outside. Yikes.
I’m sorry Tex -- hang in there. If it’s any consolation, Mrs Sven set herself on fire during a job interview one time.
Did it work? 🙂
I interviewed a lot of people but never had someone try that. I would be memorable.
Do we get to hear this story, Sven? Sounds like a good one.
I’d say all y’all Gerbils helped me to appreciate puns much more.
Happy Kitteh Monday, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Fatwa!
Fatwa -- I’m sure we’ll see those Hallmark movies any week now.
Also Fatwa -- I’m sorry we won’t see, or hear, you and Teh LovelyBrendaK this evening. You will be missed.
Happy Monday, GN! Good morning Paddy and Fatwa!
Dv8: “Sven Bonk” was an original real world pseudonym of mine from 30 years ago -- I used it to prank management at a company I worked at. It’s also my original AOL email name.
I thought I remembered you were the same, but I wasn’t sure.
I have many competing voices in my head.
WTH, Paddy? I’m not 29?
Sadly, no. Just try bar-hopping all night, then getting up for work the next morning.
Sniff. All the bars are closed.
Hi, Paddy and Sven!
Paddy --
When Hallmark starts churning out that carp, a dear friend -- and former bandmate -- will be doing a lot of the post-production audio. (He typically does 4-6 Christmas movies for them every year and is also frequently the voice coming from a radio or TV in the background of a scene. He occasionally drops-in “Easter eggs” for the post-production mixers’ amusement such as woefully inappropriate “announcer” lines, belches, etc.)
Sven --
FWIW, you didn’t look a day over 28 when I saw you in February.
You’re my favorite gerbil, Fatwa.
Heeeeee!
I’m not generally a Kurt Schlichter fan, but this is pretty right-on:
https://townhall.com/columnists/kurtschlichter/2020/04/13/the-rise-of-karenism-means-this-lockdown-nonsense-needs-to-end-soon-n2566769?139
Afternoon, Wheelies!!
Security problems regarding Zoom:
http://archive.fo/tdZog
Skype can be used for small meetings, and also has rolled out a meeting feature which looks usable.
I’m going to take a rain check on tonight’s virtual gathering -- my eye has been so bad today that computer work has given me a headache. Play nice, boys and girls.
Get well, Sven. We’ll miss you!
Well, it looks like you won’t miss anything, or at least not tonight. Our gracious host has added teh following message to the SqueakTV thread:
Hopefully Fatwa and the LurvelyBrendaK will be able to join us as well.