Posted on 07/18/2007 5:22:46 PM PDT by charming_harmonica
No gym for home, work out floor with 30, but is it for 20 like 30 lb when you no lift it to be for men, for 30 lbs instead? or half is 10 for 20 pounds?
Still no job. Starting to stress me out. All these really great interviews with highly glowing feedback... and no one wants to hire me...
Feckless retards don't know what's good for 'em...
If you said that around here, people would look at you like you were crazy.
LOL, maybe that’s why I’m here and not there!
Maybe we could look for jobs together.
Hey, this is turning into a fun thread, battle of the sexes kind of thing. Another slant on the question : music. Some 10 years ago now I met young Sherry Edwards at a science conference in Ft Collins. She was born with “perfect pitch”, sound/music was her WORLD. She had mapped out all the molecules of the body and their natural sound resonances/frequencies.
Thus, just by listening to your voice she knew what molecules/organs needed massaging with a specific sound frequency. So in talking to her she said : Oh, it’s your pancreas, that’s an F# : dials her computer, puts the head phones on me and KA-WHAM, I feel wonderful right now.
No, it’s not psychosomatic, this is a REAL cause and effect thing. Other than her FEES being a bit high, you call her up on the phone, she cranks it through her computer and back over the phone comes the right healing/massage frequencies. Sounds too simple, yes?
And yet, think about it, why do you like music, or to talk? SCIENTIFICALLY it’s a molecular massage. So when men are out there in the field grunting along with their job, and exercising their muscles/molecules; women are at home, getting their exercise by talking to each other as a mutual molecular massage routine.
Thus my $2 is still on women as the inventors of language, discoverers of the molecular massage technique of talking and singing.
Okers. However, with you in Florida and me in Minnesota, the ride-share is gonna be a beyotch...
I’ve been there and done that, DC. It doesn’t get easier. There are times when you think, “What’s the use?”
It’s easy for someone to say, “You just have to keep doing it.” I’ll say this: I don’t know how long/often you’re hitting the streets/websites/etc., but when I was OD’d by all the “Don’t call us, we’ll call you’s” I was getting, I would take a week off and do nothing job-related.
It gave me a break in the constant feeling of not being “worthy” of being hired. I could handle about three weeks worth of daily job searches, and then I had to quit. When I would start back up again, I felt refreshed.
It eventually paid off, but in the meantime, I took a job with a temp agency. It kept me in beans and tortillas for almost three years.
When I finally DID get hired, I was promoted in a hurry. :o])
The right job will turn up, DC. I know it will, because I’ve been praying for you. *HUG*
Wel-l-l-l-l...I'm not too sure I want my molecules massaged in public. You never know who might be watching/listening. ;o]
When I get hungry for the human voice, I put on some of my favorite music. Some is sung, some is not.
I think my mother decided I was so independent I didn't need human contact. Go figger. One of my jobs was as a telephone CSR. *snort*
At least you’re getting the interviews. I went through a period ‘94 to ‘95 where I didn’t even get many first-stage, and even fewer second-stage, interviews. Got this job by responding to a blind ad in the newspaper — the ad listed two positions (HW & SW); I applied for one and was hired for the other.
You DO know, don't you, that curry was brought into popular use because of its ability to mask the flavor of rotting meat?
I don’t know about rotting meat, but I DO know curry removes the gamey taste from venison.
This time I'm going to try to find out what was in that "vegetarian breakfast" I had last time.
Wuss?
C’mon, it weighed 300 pounds, and I moved it myself.
I don’t see why women couldn’t have invented language.
Darks! My sweet wierdo! The word “wuss” never enters my mind when I hear your name!
I mean, I love the smell of napalm (and creosote) in the morning!
I’m sure they invented it when their kids started to walk upringht: Don’t touch that! Stay away from there! Pick up your bones before you go to bed!
LOL!
Just finished up the missus grandfather’s funeral today.
Nice service, but it was quite long.
Only 300? Hehhe...
I hate long services.
For some reason, today, I imagined myself at my favorite brother’s funeral. (I hope it’s not a portent...) I could see myself at the podium delivering a clever anecdote and closing with: I loved him like a brother!
He would appreciate that!
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