min. 3 years experience

I’ve been searching non-stop for employment since convocation in April.  I have had a few interviews and spoke with several employers, but pretty much all positions posted online require minimum 3 years’ experience.  There are repeat job listings rewritten with “This is not an entry-level position” included in the job description.

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when drinking coffee, time … flies

During my days looking for employment daily and practising engineering & architectural stuff, I sometimes head to a coffee shop.  There’s one close by called Good Earth.  Nice surroundings, nice enough people.  The coffee’s not fantastic – a bit on the weak side – but good enough.  Free refill.  Good scones.  I commented to a server that the music playing was good.  Then, 10 minutes later, a person in the back turned it to something else – “You’re no good, you’re no good, you’re no good, baby you’re no good,” repeated the lyrics over and over and over and …  <sigh>  I left.  I used to go to Starbucks (MMDS), but there are so many flies there that it makes it impossible to concentrate on anything I’m doing.  The coffee is always good.  Yesterday I went to the Starbucks downtown.  Also good coffee.  I once waited about 20 minutes for a coffee at The Penny Coffee House.  Good coffee, nice enough surroundings, but so busy that it took forever.  I couldn’t complain because the staff are all working full-tilt.  But sometimes it’s just nicer to sit at home and continue working.  Cheaper, too, for someone not employed.  Unfortunately, staying in the house all day makes the day drag on.

finger nail brush

The dumbest of things.  I bought a finger nail brush today from Princess Auto.  It was 99¢, so I know it’s not of the highest quality that money can buy.  But have a look at the label.

“This product contains chemicals, including lead, known … to cause birth defects…  Wash hands after handling.”

So I have to wash my hands after washing my hands with this brush.  Plus, I have to buy another nail brush to get the damn sticky stuff off where the label was.  Or Goo-Gone.

I actually saw a packet of peanuts on an airplane once that stated, “Caution – May Contain Nuts”.  As well, on the bottom of a frozen TV dinner, it said, “Do Not Turn Up-Side-Down”.

Speaking of blowing a gasket <ahem>, the rubber seal on my coffee pot finally broke today.  Life has come to a grinding (no pun intended) halt.

2018-06-26 update:

You’ll be happy to know that the ant killer I just bought does not contain nuts!  For all those ants with peanut allergies.  …  I know, right?

half of “the room”

Have you ever sat through a movie that was just awful?  I watched something on Netflix called The Disaster Artist, a movie about the making of another movie called The Room.  So when The Disaster Artist was done, I tried watching this B-movie about directed, produced, and acted by Tommy Wiseau.  Oh my frakking god!  It’s now 56:00 into the movie, and I just can’t watch it!  Give it a try, see what you think.

Kim Jung Un’s “dismantle the nukes” party and more

North Korea‘s Kim Jung Un is apparently having a ceremony marking the dismantlement of one of their nuclear weapons facilitiesUSA Today  Now there’s a reason to have a party.  He comes up with all the good ideas.  Now why didn’t I think of this.  Probably because I don’t have any nuclear weapons.  Facebook

Something else hitting the headlines is parking lines in the downtown core of Lethbridge, Alberta.  Yes, painting lines on the pavement – to assist with parking.  But not just any lines.  They’re perpendicular lines, not angled lines.  Now I know what you’re thinking – this is big.  And rightfully so.  No word on if they’ll follow civil guidelines and use white or if they’ll cheap-out and use orange like the WalMart / The Home Depot parking lot in Lethbridge.  There they used orange to separate two lanes going in the same direction.  Like a hand-painted stop sign – you just know it’s not a civil project.

They’re also adding one hundred seventy parking kiosks downtown.  No, not as big as the parking lines, but exciting just the same.

The next newsworthy article is a bit misleading. Horse owner calls for introduction of safeguards to prevent slaughtering without consent  Well, if I were in this, I’d want to have a horse’s consent, too.  To do otherwise would be unfair.

This is not something that made it into the news mainstream today.  I was riding my bike northbound on the designated bike street adjacent Mayor Magrath Drive South when a guy and his friend told me to ride on the street.  I apparently scared him.  …  He could see me coming for about a block away but told me “a guy on a bike barrelling down on me” scared him.  I said “sorry” and rode by.  Then he offered that I should ride on the street.  <sigh>  I 180ed to go talk with him (which surprised him again, I supposed).  I told him that there are signs posted all along MMDS stating no bicycles are allowed and that this, in fact, was the designated bicycle street.  In fact they’ve been there for so long that they’re faded and hard to even see anymore.  It’s always been this way.  It’s a shared-use thing.  He apologized for the misunderstanding stating that he wasn’t from around here.  I was, at that point, tongue-tied.  Too many things to say.  1) you’re in a new environment; don’t tell people how to behave or you’ll look like a damned fool; 2) if you’re new, read the signs; 3) I didn’t mean to scare you, but … I really scared you?  How old are you?  You’ve lived this long and not died of a heart attack? 4) to avoid problems, don’t stand in the center of a “sidewalk” if you see someone coming – bicycle, pedestrian, horse running away from a slaughterhouse, Kim Jung Un’s nuclear-powered trucks – anything – just move to the right of the sidewalk so as to let both oncoming parties pass.  Has the whole world gone mad?

But this did make it.

quiet winter

Now I remember why I like winter.  I enjoy summer, yes, just as much as spring and fall.  But it now, suddenly, occurs to me why I enjoy winter – no loud muscle cars, screeching tyres, Harley-Davidson bikes with noisy lag pipes, and Japanese motorbikes wound up to 9000 RPM.  It goes on and on forever.  I should hear birds, people talking, kids on bikes.  I only hear 4×4 trucks revving.  <sigh>  Living in Ilsan, Korea, a 2.5-million-person satellite city of Seoul, was more peaceful than this.  By the time the world runs out of dinosaur fossil fuel and runs on something quieter, I’ll be a deaf old man.

another windshield bites the dust

I’ve got a crack in my windshield again.  This is my second windshield, and now it’s cracked.  So … let’s see … that’s two broken windshields and two broken back windows.  I’m not having very good luck with autoglass.