Today? More nothing.

But Rocker Contractor is back (for the FOURTH grouting of my shower tile, fingers crossed this one will take) and he had a little joke (?) about needing a "jazzercism" (like exorcism + jazzercise?) that he said yesterday and then eagerly asked me today if I had used the joke yet.

Only, it's not really a joke, like there is no framework into which the word "jazzercism" is used as a punchline or something, it's just a little portmanteau or whatever that he created so I didn't know what to tell him other than I thought it was more a performance piece than a written joke.

Suggestions for a written joke that would use "jazzercism" as a punchline are welcome.

Nothing funny happened yesterday either. Today isn't looking any better.

Somebody did forward a resume from an acquaintance. The message from the acquaintance said something like "Find me a job, hook a brutha up." Now, the candidate was sending the message to a friend, so whatevs is all I say to that.

But the friend - employee of the relatively buttoned-up company this person wants a job with - sent that message to HR. Like...from what I understand, "hook a brutha up" would include...um...deleting the chatty silly crap your friend puts in the message before sending along it along to like professional people.




I am scraping. SCRAPING.

Can't be bothered.

Could be worse...

After multiple complaints about overwritten job descriptions, saw this in The Seattle Times:

"Filling Mic Dinsmore's shoes at the Port of Seattle is apparently a very big job.

How big?

The headhunting firm looking for his successor last week issued a job description and candidate profile that runs to 21 pages."

Yikes.

Of course, the people working on that position are making about eight times what I do, soooooo...guess it could also be better. Harrumph.

So it is written; so it shall be done.

On Friday, I spoke thusly:

"This week TRULY put the 'ill' in ill-suited."

And so of course now I am actually truly ill.

Nevertheless, no rest for those who are paid hourly and don't get sick time, so still recruiting. But what little energy my tiny mitochondria are able to squeeze out is completely taken up by the simply completing my tasks, so I have nothing left over with which to reflect upon (and get irritated by) said tasks.

(Sweet fancy corn how many prepositions were in that paragraph? I can't count that high.)

Anyhoodle, in short: I am even more tedious and boring than ever.

So here's something more engaging. This is a) a pretty awesome little project and b) what, when I am functioning at capacity, I am normally fantasizing about when being/talking to the corporate drones.

Holy crap.

"According to the Bureau of Labor Statistics, after motor vehicle incidents, homicide is the leading cause of death in the workplace."

So I guess my short-tempered blog is really rather mild in response to workplace aggravation.

I'm not sure how you break into the accounting industry...

...but I have a feeling indicating a desired pay rate of $9/YEAR is not the best way to indicate to a potential employer that you are careful with numbers.