Aug 092010
OK, with all the recent discouragements, disappointments and disasters, I can only assume that this is an omen for an immanent zombie apocalypse: I’ve got a job interview for a *good* job in Maryland, exact schedule to be determined but sometime later this month. Since this job would both fulfill my need to design *and* would very likely take care of my financial worries, this must mean that the planet is soon to be engulfed in some horrific Lovecraftian nightmare.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
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Errr… good luck?
Hey Buddy, good good goooooood luck man!!!!!
Let’s see… To wish an actor “good luck”, you say “break a leg!” What phrase would be appropriate for your career field?
One hard drive crashes only for another to boot.
> To wish an actor “good luck”, you say “break a leg!” What phrase would be appropriate for your career field?
“Crush your enemies, see them driven before you, hear the lamentations of their women.”
But then, that applies pretty much across the board.
Sounds too Biblical for you dude.
How about “Rejoice! The book of mine enemy has been remaindered.”
Seriously, best of luck to you.
Good Luck,but what happens to the cats and horses?
Best wishes, best wishes, and best wishes!
I will think employed, successful, happy karmic balance in your name.
“Good luck and good hunting.”
Congratulations!
> what happens to the cats and horses?
For the duration of a job interview? They’ll get along for a few days just fine.
The “congrats” are appreciated, but keep in mind this is a job *interview,* not a job *offer.* What’s up next is a face-to-face meeting, where my skill at rubbing people the wrong way really comes to the fore.
Well, then just watch about half an hour of the Oprah Channel in the hotel before the interview. Anyone you meet will be significantly less annoying than who or whatever is on that network, and you’ll feel infinitely better about your fellow man.
don’t worry and God speed, and good luck for job interview
I just found out I’m Jed Clampett; if that can happen to me, anything can happen to you.
I’m going out and buying new pillows for my bed in the next couple of days; I wouldn’t want Angelina Jolie to think she’s slumming when she ends up in there.
Piece of advice for the job interview; mention nothing about guns, nor bring any along to the interview. 😀
I just found out I’m Jed Clampett
Can I have a grant?
In Italy we also say “In bocca al lupo!” that means, literally, “In the wolf’s mounth” but I don’t know if in English it works or not….
And “in culo alla balena”, too, that’s “in the ass of a whale”, choose one…
Good hunting Scott !
Scott? I have to admit, it does seem as if “something” is trying to drive you out of Utah. As lovely as it is, perhaps it is time to take your leave. And I especially hate to see anyone move into the Commontoilet of Maryland, please tell me you are planning to have your residence in one or the other of the Virginias, or PA, at the least!
While Virginia would obviously be a preferable base of operations than Maryland, if the job comes to pass, living in VA and getting to work in a timely fashion would be a challenge. Even though the work site is within a mile or two of Virginia, there is a body of water separating the two and, according to google maps, no bridges anywhere nearby. And since I have neither a boat nor an airplane (a situation I would dearly love to rectify, but it couldn’t happen anytime soon), it looks like it would be Maryland for me.
However, these sort of decisions are massively premature at the current time.
I have “family” in Maryland near Pax River. I would not inflict them on you, but I can use them for information.
Yeah, the only way across that river is either I-95 or the 301 bridges. I use the 301 route to get to Solomon’s Island and Pope’s Creek.
Scott:
Hmmm, “May the All-Father’s Raven’s crap on the company if they don’t hire you and erase them from this exsistance” or would that be too much over the top? :o)
(I never really understood that whole “…lamentations of their women” thing… I’ve done a lot of laminating in my day and I don’t recall it being very loud… unless you accidently lay the sheets over your hairy forearms and if the women have hairy forearms there’s probably a few issues there anyway….)
Commuting: One word: Trebuchet! (Well, and a Parachute but that’s definatly more than just one word….)
Randy :o)
Admin said:
“Can I have a grant?”
We’ll wait and see if the “The Black Shamrock” well comes in.
First things first though; if it does, I need that set of Texas longhorns to go on the front of my 1992 Ford Festiva*, as well as purchase my pet hyena, “Lil’ Dubya”.
Two to four _billion_ barrels?
* Which may well be wider than the car is; I’m thinking of installing turn signal lights in the horn tips.
2hotel9 wrote:
“Scott? I have to admit, it does seem as if “something” is trying to drive you out of Utah.”
That’s the Anasazi burial ground directly under the house. ;_)