I asked Chris Fosmire to be my interview subject for an interview for Business Ethics where the target had to be someone with high-integrity. The interview sheet said the purpose of the interview and out of modesty he hemmed and hawed saying how busy he was. It’s due Friday so I was in a bit of a bind. Ultimatum: If you don’t do the interview, I’m going to interview Dave Hasel. 11:30 PM that night I left his house, with both us being victors. I with my interview, he with a sense that Dave can still fit his ego through his office door without turning sideways.
Author: Terry
Anthony Celona once said that chocolate could improve anything. I put that to the test with this.
Pretzel? Candy Cane? Swizzle Stick? Peirole? Even better, a Slim Jim. Originally, we wanted to do chocolate-covered hot dogs but we lacked hotdogs so we broke into the trading post and acquired some Slim Jims. And they are delicious. That previous sentence is a complete lie, so to improve them, the next badge was rolled in Pop Rocks. There are some things man simply wasn’t meant to experience.
The recycling bin wasn’t picked up today. I thought my new sign was the be-all end-all of recycling difficulties, but I was apparently mistaken. I drove down the block trying to see who did and did not get their trash picked up and I believe I’ve discovered a pattern. The recycling man needs both a bin that says “recycle” or something to that affect and there can’t be a lid on the container. Smart bastard realizing that people use the recycling bin as a way to poison the garbage man and dispose of unwanted children. There’s no pulling the wool over his eyes.
The recycling bin wasn’t picked up today. I thought my new sign was the be-all end-all of recycling difficulties, but I was apparently mistaken. I drove down the block trying to see who did and did not get their trash picked up and I believe I’ve discovered a pattern. The recycling man needs both a bin that says “recycle” or something to that affect and there can’t be a lid on the container. Smart bastard realizing that people use the recycling bin as a way to poison the garbage man and dispose of unwanted children. There’s no pulling the wool over his eyes.
After Business Ethics I skipped school to finish BioShock and finished with the “good” ending. Then to Friday night Magic where due to First Friday in Doylestown I had to park in Canada. I had forgotten the door lock key to the car, normally not a problem, but I don’t trust Doylestown, so to protect my vehicle I put a banana peel around the handle. It worked! Then again, all the valuable stuff like the boxes of cards and a chair I stole from OSR were actually in the bed and completely accessible, but it’s the principle that matters.
After Business Ethics I skipped school to finish BioShock and finished with the “good” ending. Then to Friday night Magic where due to First Friday in Doylestown I had to park in Canada. I had forgotten the door lock key to the car, normally not a problem, but I don’t trust Doylestown, so to protect my vehicle I put a banana peel around the handle. It worked! Then again, all the valuable stuff like the boxes of cards and a chair I stole from OSR were actually in the bed and completely accessible, but it’s the principle that matters.
Boring day saved by stupid signage.
I believe Hestia runs this one.
I accidentally deferred a bunch of UPS packages to the Horsham distributing center so had to drive there to pick them up, three in total. I walk in, tell them who I am and get an immediate hairy eyeball. The woman behind the counter stomps into the back room where I half expended my photo with “do not give packages to this man” below it. She returns with clipboard and barks “we have one package for you!”
Me: I should have three.
Her: WE HAVE ONE PACKAGE FOR YOU!
Me: Okay, I’d like my one package.
Her: *Phone grab, angry button smash, moves to computer console*
Wait, wait, wait…
Man busts in, clearly carrying three distinct boxes. In fact, they were each different colors (white, dark brown, light brown and different packaging types (tube, box, wrapper).
Her: Please sign for your package.
*Presents signature pad with “package number: 3”
Me: Thank you for the package, ma’am.
I’ve lost 4 pounds over the last week. I’m certain it’s entirely due to BioShock. People consider exergaming to be the best way to lose weight. I’ve found retardly compelling plotline and starvation to be equally functional.
Well, it looks like my Ethics class is my new excuse to be an arrogant bastard. We watched a little play on ethics today and we had to pick out the ethically questionable actions and then write how we knew it was wrong. Normally, that’d be difficult if ethically questionable weren’t against the law.
Scenarios of “questionable” ethics: Boss leverages sex for promotion. Cook books for auditor. Write off non-business expenses as business expenses. When someone raised their hand stating they could only find two, blood nearly shot out of my eyes. To make it worse, the bra-burning feminazi in charge insists on making things “interactive”. Only four people respond and two were boys and two were girls, one each of Caucasian, African American, Hispanic (Latino?) and Vietnamese (she said so, I’m not guessing). I warmed to this as this diversity was sufficient to have the instructor feel her goals were met. Also, BioShock is absolutely amazing, it’s like System Shock written by Ayn Rand. The guide’s name is Atlas for cryin’ out loud.