When you have a problem there are several things you can do with it. For the purpose of this, I will use the example of the problem being the classic painful urination, i.e. you probably caught something.
1. Ignore it, aka "Grin and Bear it". You just suck it up, keep your head down, and hope it works itself out. Ignore the burning sensation in your nether regions, and hope that rash will clear up on it's own.
2. Get rid of it altogether. Just cut it off.
3. Another option is to address it head on. Call the last person you slept with and tell them to get tested!
The thing with these options, is that the all force you to acknowledge the problem, which is the first step in solving a problem. Which brings us to the "A" word, Acknowledgment. You can't solve a problem without it. What's worse is if someone else acknowledges the problem, tells you about, and you REFUSE to acknowledge it! That's the problem at the CCBC theatre. There are several problems in the theatre. The auditorium isn't regularly cleaned. Just today, a giant roach caused panic among the kids using the theatre. Well, not the kids, just some wuss chick yelling "smash it! smash it!" Nonetheless, what kind of reputation are we making with incidents like this? I know I'm not helping with this post, let alone this blog, but it's not like people haven't spoken up about the problems. Lots of people have, for years, but noone listens, and it makes me angry.
::Nathan::
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
The "L" word
NOTE: I know I have been neglecting my posting responsibilities, so here is the first in a series of short posts I will hopefully be making. Enjoy, or not, I don't really care.
Birds do it,
Bees do it
Even educated fleas do it.
Let's do it,
Let's lie in a job interview.
Yes, you know you've all done it. Told that one or two or twelve lies in a job interview. I'm not condemning you, who wouldn't lie? This job could be the difference between spending those lonely nights alone in your parents' basement, and spending the night with a beautiful prostitute in your parents' basement. But why lie? Do you think if you say that you don't work well with others, or that you hate having to deal with customers, or that you are not that great of a problem solver, that you'll get passed up for the job? Probably! But do you think that interviewers are stupid and don't know that you're lying? Unless you're applying for a high level government job that requires you to be strapped to a polygraph during the interview, probably! It's like the interviewers expect you to lie. With questions like "Why do you want to work here?", do they think you're going to say that you need the money to support your video game addiction? NO! You're gonna say that you love the comradery of the employees and how much you just like the workspace!
In conclusion, there is nothing wrong in lying at an interview. In fact I encourage it! Lie all you want, except about your qualifications. And remember, don't be a B.I.L.L., a Masters In Acting does not qualify you to work as a Technical Director in a theatre.
::Nathan::
Birds do it,
Bees do it
Even educated fleas do it.
Let's do it,
Let's lie in a job interview.
Yes, you know you've all done it. Told that one or two or twelve lies in a job interview. I'm not condemning you, who wouldn't lie? This job could be the difference between spending those lonely nights alone in your parents' basement, and spending the night with a beautiful prostitute in your parents' basement. But why lie? Do you think if you say that you don't work well with others, or that you hate having to deal with customers, or that you are not that great of a problem solver, that you'll get passed up for the job? Probably! But do you think that interviewers are stupid and don't know that you're lying? Unless you're applying for a high level government job that requires you to be strapped to a polygraph during the interview, probably! It's like the interviewers expect you to lie. With questions like "Why do you want to work here?", do they think you're going to say that you need the money to support your video game addiction? NO! You're gonna say that you love the comradery of the employees and how much you just like the workspace!
In conclusion, there is nothing wrong in lying at an interview. In fact I encourage it! Lie all you want, except about your qualifications. And remember, don't be a B.I.L.L., a Masters In Acting does not qualify you to work as a Technical Director in a theatre.
::Nathan::
Monday, August 3, 2009
Afternoon Redux
My Afternoons With Bill:
Bill showed up around 3:00 just when I thought I'd be able to slack off again and asked if I would help him in the barn with something. If I did he'd pay me for the whole 12 hours with 1 one hour break. I had nothing to loose seeing as I already slept.
So we locked up and off to the barn we trekked to set up some weird lights for some show he's working on. But Bill's favorite two things to do with me is either
A. Make me pick up something that would be much easier to move or carry with TWO people instead of one (see Giant Carpet, Roll of Fabric, Metal Poles)
and
B. Make me go somewhere he already knows I would 100% not go and that he could just as easily do without my anxiety. (see I'm afraid of heights)
He did both that day. He frequently asked me to move a ladder and stood there watching me move it rather than help. These ladders are of a height that falling off of would seriously injure. Of a height enough that I get nervous going to the top and not holding on to it. Which is exactly what Bill would have me do next.
One would think that because Bill knows where he needs the lights pointed he would just do it himself instead of making me move a heavy ladder climb up that ladder several times to refocus the light because I have NO IDEA where it's supposed to be pointed.
After the whole thing was over we went back over to the theater and Bill actually gave me a soda. We sat around and just chatted about stuff which really does reaffirm the idea that Bill is not a bad guy. He's a neat guy he is just so extremely under-qualified for his job that I feel that pain.
The End!
_Lynner
Bill showed up around 3:00 just when I thought I'd be able to slack off again and asked if I would help him in the barn with something. If I did he'd pay me for the whole 12 hours with 1 one hour break. I had nothing to loose seeing as I already slept.
So we locked up and off to the barn we trekked to set up some weird lights for some show he's working on. But Bill's favorite two things to do with me is either
A. Make me pick up something that would be much easier to move or carry with TWO people instead of one (see Giant Carpet, Roll of Fabric, Metal Poles)
and
B. Make me go somewhere he already knows I would 100% not go and that he could just as easily do without my anxiety. (see I'm afraid of heights)
He did both that day. He frequently asked me to move a ladder and stood there watching me move it rather than help. These ladders are of a height that falling off of would seriously injure. Of a height enough that I get nervous going to the top and not holding on to it. Which is exactly what Bill would have me do next.
One would think that because Bill knows where he needs the lights pointed he would just do it himself instead of making me move a heavy ladder climb up that ladder several times to refocus the light because I have NO IDEA where it's supposed to be pointed.
After the whole thing was over we went back over to the theater and Bill actually gave me a soda. We sat around and just chatted about stuff which really does reaffirm the idea that Bill is not a bad guy. He's a neat guy he is just so extremely under-qualified for his job that I feel that pain.
The End!
_Lynner
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