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catscradle Feb. 1st, 2005 11:16 am)
Have a job interview today with another department on campus for Field Education Program Administrator. Over the phone I was told what they were looking for was "a good worker." Really? I'm just a mediocre worker, you might not want me. By chance do you have a list of qualifications and skills this postion requires? Maybe? It amazes me how many employers out there know they want a "good" worker, but haven't a clue what said good worker should actually do. I guess if you're good enough you just figure it out for yourself.
Now I just received a spam telling me I could find my medication immediately and that they have all the pills I could possibly want. The subject header read Felipe and I kinda wonder how they found out my Spanish name when I was in high school. Odd that. But I'm not in need of medication right now, what with the president's new Work-for-Robitussin healthcare program, so I deleted the message.
Thesis. Getting closer. 46 pages down and closing in... Though thanks to my department's misinformation, the thesis presentation was never scheduled and I missed the deadline for the Graduate office. And Carl is nowhere to be found. And it's very likely I'll not be graduating till the spring. *bangs head on desk* My guess is that Carl never read any of the documentation that crossed his desk and is assuming I always intended to graduate in the spring. /me *hates Carl* Whatever the case I'm finishing up the thesis work by the end of February. I want it done and out of my life. This is perhaps my punishment from God for all the SpongeBob iconage.
Speaking of which,
_darlingnicky_ just made me a SpongeBob as the jester of God icon! Special thanks should also go out to Jack Chick for providing all of these wonderful bases.
Now I just received a spam telling me I could find my medication immediately and that they have all the pills I could possibly want. The subject header read Felipe and I kinda wonder how they found out my Spanish name when I was in high school. Odd that. But I'm not in need of medication right now, what with the president's new Work-for-Robitussin healthcare program, so I deleted the message.
Thesis. Getting closer. 46 pages down and closing in... Though thanks to my department's misinformation, the thesis presentation was never scheduled and I missed the deadline for the Graduate office. And Carl is nowhere to be found. And it's very likely I'll not be graduating till the spring. *bangs head on desk* My guess is that Carl never read any of the documentation that crossed his desk and is assuming I always intended to graduate in the spring. /me *hates Carl* Whatever the case I'm finishing up the thesis work by the end of February. I want it done and out of my life. This is perhaps my punishment from God for all the SpongeBob iconage.
Speaking of which,