Yesterday we had a mini crisis along with a group project all at once. An issue that affected whole groups of customers cropped up at the same time as an important group project: create an interview for someone who has never seen your business before.
On its face, creating an interview isn’t too hard; make up some relevant questions and weight them. However, we need to gauge the skill level of our interviewees without asking them about our products (all 20 or so of them). This wouldn’t be an issue if they were interviewing for a front-line position, but these people are interviewing for a senior position with no experience with the actual products. Which makes the bar that much higher.
Oh well. We’ll see how the whole thing comes down today.
EDIT: June 2008 — This Post marks the start of an interview process that ended when we hired Karl and Jeff
What was (or is) your favorite subject in school?
I think while I was there, in school I would have chosen Computers or Creative writing. But when I look back, I enjoyed history with Jim Dales the most.
Jim Dales was a large, obnoxious bully of a man, with an overbearing demeanor and a strong distaste for ignorance. He was very close to retirement and a strident patriot. As my oldest teacher, he also had a firm grasp on world history, having been alive since Moses was a boy.
His classes were great for someone like me for two reasons; I was quick-witted and could think on my feet, he would accept any answer as long as you sounded like you were sure of it. If you EVER answered “I don’t know” you were instantly treated to the two-minute hate, otherwise he’d smile and accept whatever claptrap slipped from your mouth.
Great Class.
Players: At Least 2, don’t be a loser.
Setting: House or Bar with a Big Enough TV and enough table space to hold at least a pint of beer each or multiple good spirits type drinks (Rum and Coke, Vodka and Orange that type of thing)
[spoilers in white]Rules (Basic):
Rules(Advanced if you are sober still):
The Snakes on a Plane Drinking Game was originally published on Local Blogger Writes the World
Players: At Least 2, don’t be a loser.
Setting: House or Bar with a Big Enough TV and enough table space to hold at least a pint of beer each or multiple good spirits type drinks (Rum and Coke, Vodka and Orange that type of thing)
[spoilers in white]Rules (Basic):
Rules(Advanced if you are sober still):
007Ben and I went over to the GateWay mall to see “Snakes on a Mutha-F’in Plane”
It was a good ride, it hit most of the notes you would expect from a thriller-horrer B-Flick. It had grusome death, gratuitous sex and implausibly bad plotting. All good right? Excellent scares, big snake death scenes, the english dude kacks it. (Spoilers to the left here).
I loved that the guy from Keenen and Kel was named Troy; it was such a whitebread name for his character, the video game nerd-cum-bouncer. A cast of real young hollywood stars would have ruined this flick, so the girl who played uh, the girl from Clueless, was a good choice. There is a song that name-checks myspace in the second act, listen for it.
The only thing it lacked was swearing, it really fell down there. Why didn’t the young couple use more colorful language? Why so little “Holy S#8#” when bit? Why so much screaming? After a while it was just scream scream scream. I don’t think anyone swore in the 30 minutes before Sam Jackson spoke the immortal line.
I was kinda let down by that.
The scares were great and the shocks were real, especially the last ones. Good job on this one. A drinking game would be great for it, make X person chug when they jump, etc.
Tell us a little something about your first car. Do you have any photos you can share?
Submitted by tamara.
I do have pictures of my first car, when it still looked okay.
It was a midnight blue 1988/89 Ford Tempo.
However, you don’t care about that, seriously. It drove my up and down from Toronto to Kincardine to see my friends and carted me to work and school during the week. All of which is pretty standard stuff.
You want to hear about why it had a two-tone hood; which I wish I had a picture of.
It must have been February 1995 or 1996, I was driving home from Toronto on a snowy February morning after working at RPS and being away since the morning before. I was excioted to see my “friends” and get the weekend started. I was also driving into the sun and really tired.
As I crested a hill in a small town on highway 9 I ran right into the back of a snowmobile trailer. The only thing I rememebr about it is seeing the hood of my car buckled up in front of me.
Dazed, I went to the nearest store to call my ‘rents and tell them I had had an accident. The police showed up and almost charged me with reckless driving, but instead gave me following too closely. I’m sure I was crying about it or something, I was so out of it.
I drove home, freaked out and hoping the car would limp home. I was promptly informed that the car was to be taken to the Jones house, as they had a garage and I was going to be without a car all weekend while we found a replacement hood. While driving there, the hood flipped up and bent out of true, a total write-off.
I noted up there that I was there to see my “friends” as none of them made the slightest effort to come see me. Which proved to be the nail in the coffin for a number of relationships for me. Too bad for them.
We eventually found a hood from a similiar car (a white taurus) that har wrapped it’s rear passenger side around a pole, killing the passenger that was there. Nice huh?
We got the parts back to the garage and used a come-ahead to pull some of the kinks from the body and set about attaching the bone white hood to my midnight blue car. It fit with some elbow grease and I had a driveable car again.
With some other work (lights and cosmetic work) I was back on the road to Toronto and school and work.
I wish that this was the end, since the white hood looked stupid, but not challenged.
I tried to paint the hood. I bought some matching paint from the local Canadian Tire (spray cans) and set about trying to cover the white with the proper midnight blue. I had no illusions that it would be perfect, but I never thought that I would use more than 6 cans.
So I had a hood with white on one half and blue on the other. For about 6 months. I was pretty poor.
Once I finished the paint job it still looked bad up close, but from a distance it was deal-able.
I ended up driving ther car almost into the ground, and with the help of a crooked garage I was constantly funnelling money into it. SO in March 1997 I gave it away to my Sister and Borther-in-Law to sell.
I loved that car, and have a number of fond memories attached to it, losing it meant losing a great deal of freedom. Oh well, I have a new car now. Bon Chance!
We were talking about Dead Rising yesterday, and 007Ben expressed how happy it would have made me if there was a Zombie game that was free roaming that had the elements of GTA and Dead Rising. Last night I
installed “GTA: Long Night” a Grand Theft Auto: Vice City Mod.
I’ve only given it a little play time, so I can only say that I’m disappointed that the zombies appear to have the normal voices their human models have, but they certainly move like zombies!
I noted that if I park my vehicle in such a way as to bloick my door, teh zombies go dormant, same result if I go slow. I keep failing the first mission, but I’ll keep going.
I’ve always associated the “Bijou” theater name with the “Gay Theater” in any town. The type of theatre you’d see primary boy-on-boy action in a movie.
Safe to say, that’s not my type of flick, it’s right for some given that there appears to be a large amount of it being produced (if LiveJournal is any indicator)
The Bijou in Eugene is housed in what I understand is a former church with the screen in an actual chapel. It’s essentially a very large television, stereo sound only. This does not detract from the movies in any way, please do not feel that it might. In Eugene, the Bijou is the “Art Theater” where movies like “An Inconvenient Truth” and “American Hardcore” may show. They appear to show “Battle Royale” alot and I’d really like to see it on a big screen, maybe sometime in the future.
007Ben and I went to see “A Scanner Darkly (2006)” today, I really loved it. I know a number of people will (and have) accuse me of loving almost every film I see; I have broad and forgiving tastes [I love Jackass and Kevin Smith Movies so sue me] but this film was great. It wasn’t too mind bending though, I had expected more discussion of identity and self, and I sussed the real “plot” way too early, but I really enjoyed the performances. Woody Harrelson was great, Keanu turned in his best GoodDamon impression to date and Robert Downey Jr. did a GREAT job as the Engineer/Chemist/Tweaker that foiled Keanu Reeves‘ character. Winona Rider turned out a great prformance as the Girlfriend, but I think she was under-utilized.
The real standout character on screen [in my mind] was “Freck” played by Rory Cochrane. Freck is our typical down-on-his-luck hapless druggie. There are bugs all over him and his imagiantion is graphic and twisted. Even his suicide is a bust. He is the “loser” amongst the troupe of drugged out losers. The Rotoscoping on the movie is used to best effect on him, as his face is one of constant disgust, until it turns to beafatic bemusement as his litany of sins is read to him by a multidinous-eyed mosnter from another dimension. All-in-all it was a fine movie and I expect to snag the DVD ASAP.