I stepped out my door yesterday morning to see a bird of prey soaring up to my level about 20' from me.
Aye. In my opinion, a company's paranoia is no excuse for invasion of privacy. And what's even worse ...if you don't HAVE social media, you will not be considered for a job at all? I've heard that's being done as well—either formally or informally. An employer should simply say, in any contract, 'If we discover that you are casting us in a bad light or giving out personal or confidential information about our company on any social media outlet, you will be immediately fired.' Let the employee know this is not on. This clause in a contract will make employees wary about disseminating workplace information to Facebook or Instagram 'friends' they don't actually know really well. Social media being what it is, it's very likely that this kind of info WILL work its way back to the employer, in time, if the employee gets careless. And then, boom. As before—when social media was merely a twinkle in the eye of Facebook entrepreneurs, etc—people ARE entitled to tell their close friends and family what they really think about their place of work. In writing or otherwise. It's called Life. If a friend or family member breaches your confidence, and what you've said leaks 'out' to the public, then you take the consequences. At the moment, I could be angry at any company for any reason and decide to make them look bad on social media. Depending on how clever I am, I might succeed—even if I don't work there, don't work there any more, or have NEVER worked there. This privacy invasion and employee screening isn't protecting a company anyway.
Those are not so bad, they sometimes go away on their own, it's the smaller German roaches that move in to stay.
I didn't even get a chance to start unpacking before they evac-ed us for the hurricane. Now I'm back for over a week and I just had a box flip off a chair to dump on the floor.
Those are not hard to make, try making one of the following: or or even when your hands have lost their calluses. I made all the items I uploaded pics of. Anyone want to see the cat collar I made or the neck chain?
I can understand demanding silence about things covered by an NDA or intellectual property rights, but things not so covered should be up to the employee.
It's coming up to a month and I'm still out of service. There's three things that could have caused my illness. Spoiler: tud... Steggles chicken takeaway, Steggles is the most unnatural chicken on the Aussie market, full of antibiotics, growth hormones and I don't know what else. Advertised as having the least amount of fat (and more meat), it has the most, and the fat tastes creepy, has a creepy texture and the taste permeates the meat. I was also with The Contessa half a day in the confines of the ute, thus could have contracted a bug off her - she's a walking illness machine, due to severe negativity, self hatred which also results in her not taking physical care of herself. The third is I pumped myself up with off the shelf pain medication for the 1st week due to sore back which either was originally sore kidneys or sore kidneys joined the party. So I experimented the week just gone seeing as I was close to feeling 90% better; I continued to over do the medication and the kidneys continued to heal, thus it wasn't the drugs, so that leaves a virus bug thing or the crap in the Steggles. I won't be eating more to see if that was it, nor can hanging out with The Contessa be tested as it could be my immune system is no longer troubled by anything she's carrying. I'm planning on the mowing this week, and the injectors on me ute now definitely need doing as the spares I installed are causing a cylinder to drop out again. Constant interminntent rain is also a problem as I need at least 2 straight days of clear weather to make the yard mowable, and just when I thought the rainy season had gone, the next day it poured again. I can pay someone to mow the yard if I'm still out of action this week; if I don't get it done this week it'll require a double mow, one at a higher setting, then another at the normal one.
Long day. Sleepy sleepy counting sheepy.... I should eat something. Bah. Eating is such a chore sometimes. Later forumies.
Redoing my bartender training. It was updated to include weed as an intoxicant because apparently people only started smoking it after it became legal.
In my jim jams. Ready for bed. A day off tomorrow, thank goodness. There must be someone in this world who likes their job, but it's certainly not me.
Doing some much needed world building, to flesh out the odd and diverse culture that inhabits the orbital ring. Quite fun to see what kind of insane creatures I can concoct, as well as apparently how they are dressed. Kinda makes a dynamic for an extremely free an open society. Also apparently you can make Fantasy characters aliens, just get rid of all the magicky bits. Got my chapter up to a healthy 2441 words. Wee bit short, but functional for a chapter. So I can move on to chapter 3, poor timid Delainey gets to venture into a themed modders shop. So that should be interesting, considering how unpleasant it was to see a scarification in progress being performed in a large plate glass window. Should be fun, since she was kinda co-opted into joining a large friendly alien inside to collect fellow member getting their first marks. Suppose being a xenologist who is on the softer side, contrasts nicely with this more direct and in-your-face society. Don't have to be able to read the language to know what is going on.
I MAKE OVER 20,000 IRANIAN RIAL PER DAY WORKING FORM HOME AND YOU CAN TOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JUST SENT TO ME YOUR BANK ACCUONT NUMBER AND A PHOTOCOPIES OF BOTH OF YOUR CREDIT CARD SIDES FOR THE MORE INFORMATIOSN!!!!!!!!!
Just had a very evil thought. What if police were to issue fake credit cards. So you /we could give these bozos a credit card number (photocopy, etc) that would lead them STRAIGHT to international police records instead of a bank? Bwa ha haaa....
Ever chewed on a rotton grape? Yeah, not an optimal way to start the morning. Wakes ya up though. Today is Monday, so I have to help Dad out with a little project of his, then see Grandma-not-Grandma for (most likely) another good luck charm. I'll buy her some fruits, like always. Other than that....the day belongs to me.
Forcing myself to finally type up those 10 handwritten pages I have in my notebook while listening to a fake rainstorm thanks to rainymood.com
No, no. Pay no attention to that man. I have a laptop for you that runs on 7g and can contact aliens! Better buy now, I've sent you a hidden message to get in touch. Spoiler: The true Alien Laptop! With zis you can get ALIEN TECHNOLOGY that reads the future of ALL STOCK MARKETS! Its crazy!
Not sleeping, and drinking a mug of decaf green tea. But, you know, the early bird only catches the worms the nightowl didn't grab first while everyone else was sleeping, so there's that. ETA: Also, stressing out over the next creative project, which I've determined is what's keeping me up.
I listen to rain on my MP3 player. I thought I was the only one. It’s a bit weird, though, listening to heavy rain while mowing grass under hot sunshine.