About Me
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
So, I'm sick, right, and after a morning meeting I canceled my lectures and intended to spend the afternoon dozing/medicating with hot lemon+honey combos. This plan was rudely disrupted when around 2pm, mid-doze, I received a text from my stepmother announcing that she and my father would stop by this evening sometime before 7 and what could they bring me? "Lovely!" I responded! "How about some fruit!" and then spent 3 frantic hours removing 4 months of grime and dust from all horizontal vertical and diagonal surfaces.
Now, the anguished mystery asserts itself in my fevered cortex: WERE THE BANANAS WORTH IT.
Now, the anguished mystery asserts itself in my fevered cortex: WERE THE BANANAS WORTH IT.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Here are some reasons I won't invite You for a job interview:
1. You send me attachments without a word of salutation.
2. You send me email without a subject line.
3. Your email *does* include a salutation, and it is followed by 3 exclamation marks.
4. You send me a CV with the filename "cv.doc". Do You think Yours is the only CV I'm going to get? Do you want me to be able to find it easily?
5. You write to me an hour after the ad is posted online asking "Is the job still open? Do I have a chance?" without attaching any information about Yourself.
6. There are typos in Your email. Sometimes even in Your name.
7. You write to me from an email address like "muchomorekcaluje@....".
8. You write to me from Your current employer's email.
9. You want a job as a computer programmer.
10. You send me a full-body pic. Come ON.
11. You send me Your CV twice within several minutes from two different job listing sites. I'm on the fence about this one, actually.
12. Your CV weighs 21MB. WTF?
13. Your only work experience is as a gas station attendant.
14. Your CV is written in about 6 different fonts, and not even with any kind of consistency. WHAT were You thinking?
These are just some of the reasons. Remember, People! Your current behaviour is the best predictor I have of Your future behaviour. And it's what I'm using to judge You.
1. You send me attachments without a word of salutation.
2. You send me email without a subject line.
3. Your email *does* include a salutation, and it is followed by 3 exclamation marks.
4. You send me a CV with the filename "cv.doc". Do You think Yours is the only CV I'm going to get? Do you want me to be able to find it easily?
5. You write to me an hour after the ad is posted online asking "Is the job still open? Do I have a chance?" without attaching any information about Yourself.
6. There are typos in Your email. Sometimes even in Your name.
7. You write to me from an email address like "muchomorekcaluje@....".
8. You write to me from Your current employer's email.
9. You want a job as a computer programmer.
10. You send me a full-body pic. Come ON.
11. You send me Your CV twice within several minutes from two different job listing sites. I'm on the fence about this one, actually.
12. Your CV weighs 21MB. WTF?
13. Your only work experience is as a gas station attendant.
14. Your CV is written in about 6 different fonts, and not even with any kind of consistency. WHAT were You thinking?
These are just some of the reasons. Remember, People! Your current behaviour is the best predictor I have of Your future behaviour. And it's what I'm using to judge You.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
I really don't have the time to be writing this now. Gah. I have to walk Suzi before getting to the father's by about half an hour from now. Geez. Geez geez geez.
Anyway, here is something I have been thinking about.
The fundamental attribution error is one way in which we make inferences that are damaging to others. Another way we do this, I'm not sure if it has a name, has to do with underestimating others' opportunity costs. What I mean is this: when people get upset at me for, for example, not calling them often enough, they seem to think that I have two options: calling them and not calling them; and I am deciding between them. Of course, when the situation is thus presented, it does seem that "not calling" is the less friendly action and hurt feelings seem justified. What people *aren't* thinking is that I have a multitude of options: I can call them, that's one; plus many many others (that combine to "not calling") including "teach my class," "prepare my formularz oceny okresowej," "e-mail instructors about exam schedule," "write and copy quiz before class," "maintain sanity by not thinking for 5 minutes," "drive home," "go to Norwegian class," "pay bills," "sleep a few hours a day," "try to make internet work at home," "curse neostrada," "meet with new lecturer," "create schedule for upcoming semester for 4 years of students," "argue with students about absences," "drink more coffee," "curse," ... and maaanyyyyy mooooooorrrrreeee! Really, what people don't realize is that I'm doing them a favour by not calling them when I am mentally unfit to talk to people. Take it less personally, People!
Anyway, here is something I have been thinking about.
The fundamental attribution error is one way in which we make inferences that are damaging to others. Another way we do this, I'm not sure if it has a name, has to do with underestimating others' opportunity costs. What I mean is this: when people get upset at me for, for example, not calling them often enough, they seem to think that I have two options: calling them and not calling them; and I am deciding between them. Of course, when the situation is thus presented, it does seem that "not calling" is the less friendly action and hurt feelings seem justified. What people *aren't* thinking is that I have a multitude of options: I can call them, that's one; plus many many others (that combine to "not calling") including "teach my class," "prepare my formularz oceny okresowej," "e-mail instructors about exam schedule," "write and copy quiz before class," "maintain sanity by not thinking for 5 minutes," "drive home," "go to Norwegian class," "pay bills," "sleep a few hours a day," "try to make internet work at home," "curse neostrada," "meet with new lecturer," "create schedule for upcoming semester for 4 years of students," "argue with students about absences," "drink more coffee," "curse," ... and maaanyyyyy mooooooorrrrreeee! Really, what people don't realize is that I'm doing them a favour by not calling them when I am mentally unfit to talk to people. Take it less personally, People!
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Thursday, January 8, 2009
I woke up this morning at some point from a nightmare, I'm not sure I wasn't actually yelling. I have watched a few episodes of Damages in recent days when I have not had the cognitive energy to read but was too wired to sleep. It's not a great show -- I'm not surprised that Glenn Close is lauded for the acting and the show has no other award wins or nominations -- but it does present a paranoia-worthy world that can lead to nightmares of wanton cruelty and destruction. Anyway, it was frightening, my nightmare was.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Unforeseen consequences of stereo acquisition:
1. No readily visible clock to see what time it is when I wake up mid-sleep. Ha ha! As opposed to waking up mid-wake! Ha ha!
2. Took out stacks of CDs that had been wrapped from moving 4 years ago, relocated to dresser, thus bookshelf by bed somewhat more tidy.
3. Listening to a lot of neglected music!!
4. Regret from not having >1 CD slots.
5. VOLUME CONTROL ON THE RADIO!! I mean, "volume control on the radio" (ssshhh!!) Wo0t!
6. Startling pleasure from having a source of activity in my apartment other than the implement of torture upon which I currently type. It makes me feel like the laptop doesn't have to be the sole focus of my small lonely life. Dude, I'm sitting here, and there's shit going down BEHIND ME! THAT I AM NOT EVEN LOOKING AT!
7. Today I got some spam from someone/thing called "Ciamaka" heh heh heh heh heh! OK that's unrelated by still funny.
1. No readily visible clock to see what time it is when I wake up mid-sleep. Ha ha! As opposed to waking up mid-wake! Ha ha!
2. Took out stacks of CDs that had been wrapped from moving 4 years ago, relocated to dresser, thus bookshelf by bed somewhat more tidy.
3. Listening to a lot of neglected music!!
4. Regret from not having >1 CD slots.
5. VOLUME CONTROL ON THE RADIO!! I mean, "volume control on the radio" (ssshhh!!) Wo0t!
6. Startling pleasure from having a source of activity in my apartment other than the implement of torture upon which I currently type. It makes me feel like the laptop doesn't have to be the sole focus of my small lonely life. Dude, I'm sitting here, and there's shit going down BEHIND ME! THAT I AM NOT EVEN LOOKING AT!
7. Today I got some spam from someone/thing called "Ciamaka" heh heh heh heh heh! OK that's unrelated by still funny.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
I wish I were less tired and (as a result) more able to maintain a blog. I spent maybe a few hours today really concentrating and now it's over.
Tomorrow the chaos regins. Ha. Get it. Re-begins. Ha.
So (for those of You who don't know), I got quite drunk at my brother's NYE party this year. I think (I can't really remember, if You see'm'sayin'?) it was embarrassing-level drunkenness. Beyond endearing-level drunkenness and into the elevated-idiocy ranges. I have been thinking about how this is odd and ill-matched to my self-view. And how I'm glad no one has photos. But then I remembered that, actually, I got quite drunk at M's wedding whenever that was. And T's wedding in August I wasn't all that sober. So maybe this drunkenness thing isn't as unusual as I perceive it to be through the lens of my, uh, younger, carefreer* self. I am wondering if this new trend is linked to how utterly tired and tense I am.**
* that is a word, alright.
** My shoulders have been tense and therefore sore since mid-December. I needed a massage for Christmas. Why didn't I think to ask for one. Oh yeah, it's because I'm too tired to think.
Tomorrow the chaos regins. Ha. Get it. Re-begins. Ha.
So (for those of You who don't know), I got quite drunk at my brother's NYE party this year. I think (I can't really remember, if You see'm'sayin'?) it was embarrassing-level drunkenness. Beyond endearing-level drunkenness and into the elevated-idiocy ranges. I have been thinking about how this is odd and ill-matched to my self-view. And how I'm glad no one has photos. But then I remembered that, actually, I got quite drunk at M's wedding whenever that was. And T's wedding in August I wasn't all that sober. So maybe this drunkenness thing isn't as unusual as I perceive it to be through the lens of my, uh, younger, carefreer* self. I am wondering if this new trend is linked to how utterly tired and tense I am.**
* that is a word, alright.
** My shoulders have been tense and therefore sore since mid-December. I needed a massage for Christmas. Why didn't I think to ask for one. Oh yeah, it's because I'm too tired to think.
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