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Bolt and bar the shutter,
For the foul winds blow:
Our minds are at their best this night,
And I seem to know
That everything outside us is
Mad as the mist and snow.
W.B. Yeats (from The Winding Stair and other poems)
And in other news, I’m just going to add The Daily Wav to the blogroll.
Entry for 4 November 2004:
“All you can do at a time like this is just hang on until the scenery changes.”
[Sharon Gless from Queer As Folk]
Most managers and supervisors (and HR people) have had experiences interviewing candidates for job openings. I’m sure each of you has, at one time or another, been baffled by interviewee behaviour, but we’re betting you haven’t faced some of the behaviours that we list below. Certainly head-scratchers, and amusing (at least to read about). Strange but true.
Based on a survey published via the Internet, here are some of the odd things reported by HR professionals.
2. “… stretched out on the floor to fill out the job application.”
7. “Balding candidate abruptly excused himself. Returned to office a few minutes later, wearing a hairpiece.”
9. “… asked to see interviewer’s resume to see if the personnel executive was qualified to judge the candidate.”
14. “Interrupted to phone his therapist for advice on answering specific interview questions.”
23. “While I was on a long-distance phone call, the applicant took out a copy of Penthouse, and looked through the photos only, stopping longest at the centerfold.”
33. “… she threw-up on my desk, and immediately started asking questions about the job, like nothing had happened.”
And my favourite (in a squirm-in-seat-it-could-happen-to-me kind of way::
26. “An applicant came in wearing only one shoe. She explained that the other shoe was stolen off her foot in the bus.”
Ann Coulter may be a travesty of humanity, stuff as unacceptable a hank of flesh draped on a hanger ever to be foisted upon an ignorant populace hungry for more ignorance. Her racism, her character slurs, her whirlwind talent for rewriting history, her ability to leave a glossy coat of slime on any issue she discusses (when she licks a stamp, it curls up and dies), these are condemnable. [more ->]
I was a little chagrined last week when the mom who hosted a playdate with my daughters told me that my youngest had proudly announced to her that “sometimes my vagina tells me to pee, sometimes my vagina tells me to poop, and sometimes my vagina just tells me to fart.” Well, today her daughter was at our house and when I asked her how it was going, she said “I sat on the toilet for a long time, and there’s a big poop in my butt, but it just won’t come out.”
I’m calling it even.
Well two actually, I couldn’t decide which one of many so there’s two for the price of one.
Kids aren’t always cruel. There was a boy in my class called Michael Burlace who had crutches and at lunchtimes we used to play Dark Crystal so that he could be a landstrider. Man, we all wished we could be landstriders.
Always keep someone around who will point out the poppy seeds between your teeth, but will lie in cold blood when you have a bad hair day.
If you aren’t yet reading Not Enough Drew in the World, then you should be.
Twenty years from now, you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbour. Catch the trade winds in your sails.
Explore. Dream. Discover.
— Mark Twain
[via non blogging younger brother who’s about to sail away from his safe harbour]
During the office declutter earlier I found a calender from my home town containing lots of pictures of ye olden days. A news story from 1900 caught my eye:
A chip potato car runs amuck*
On Friday night as the inhabitants of P_____ were retiring to rest, a terrible rattle and clatter came down the street. A pony attached to one of the hot chipped potato cars had started off at full gallop, and en route the tin cans and paraphernalia of the business were flung here and there on the road way, a trail of chips for half a mile, but no great harm was done.
Woah, they had horse driven chip vans?
* Yes, that’s how it’s spelt in my copy. Makes more sense than amok, no?
And in other news… if I were mean and had no shame I’d be audioblogging right now. Lovely Jo has provided us with a bagful of 70s delights as part of Sheep Radio (Week VI), including Nazareth’s Love Hurts. I love, love, love that song and have played it at least
five ten fifteen twenty times already. Accompanied by my magnificent warbling.