What the crap is this?

If I had the time or inclination, I would respond and have some fun with them, but I have better things to do with my time.

The opportunity is available! Logical Equipment company is a quickly growing firm specializing in store brand goods. Logical Equipment company is reliable in providing direct to consumer sales and services. They are also extending other lines of business, and at this moment are recruiting purposeful personnel. Purchasing Agent is has to manage client oriented teams, to work with a big variety of consumers to provide professional benefits, and to operate business development activities on strategic and global priority accounts.
The idea of the manager is to plan, carry out and complete purchasing and procurement strategies of the organization. This involves acquiring means within budget and facilitating communication between enterprise and stores in order to deliver staff and services agreeably to the plan.

Obligations:
- Facilitate meetings with prospective vendors and consumer departments;
- Admit and confirm requisitions for various materials, equipment and services;
- Prepare and process purchase targets;
- Increase providers’ relationships to include shipping negotiations;
- Plan the work sheet for the shipping planning division;
- Perform similar duties and responsibilities as essential.

To be accepted candidates must own:
- Acquirements to work amicably in a team circumference and know when to lead and when to follow;
- Powerful analytical, contact and problem-solving skills;
- Extensive experience in providing customer’s services and other close areas that implicate the shipping;
- Knowledge of purchasing methods, methods of portage and handling charges;
- Experience to explore trends and market conditions for the present and future lead-time, and capacity of products and consumer services.

Full- and Part-time positions are available. The real wage is open.
If you are interested then just reply to this email and you will be contacted by the direct employer to get more clear information about this company.

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“These worries that we have are so rare,” says Christie Barnes, mother of four and author of The Paranoid Parents Guide. “It’s like packing a snow shovel in case it snows in Las Vegas.” Based on surveys Barnes collected, the top five worries of parents are, in order:

• Kidnapping
• School snipers
• Terrorists
• Dangerous strangers
• Drugs

But how do children really get hurt or killed?

• Car accidents
• Homicide (usually committed by a person who knows the child, not a stranger)
• Abuse
• Suicide
• Drowning

Why such a big discrepancy between worries and reality? Barnes says parents fixate on rare events because they internalize horrific stories they hear on the news or from a friend without stopping to think about the odds the same thing could happen to their children.

link: 5 Worries Parents Should Drop, And 5 They Shouldn’t : Shots – Health News Blog : NPR

Honestly, I don’t think I have anything to add to this article. They hit the nail right on the head, parents are freaking out about shit that will probably never happen to their children.

In addition to the questionably safe items I did as a child, and mentioned yesterday, I spent most of my mouth wandering the streets of my home town until the street lights came on. There was no fear of being abducted or any absurd garbage of that nature, there was trust between my parents and me.

Get this, when I was in kindergarten, at the age of 5, I would walk from school to the bowling alley where my mother worked. Google says 1.1mi driving, but with the cut across we can drop maybe .2mi. And that was at 5!

Admittedly, I do not live in a large metropolitan area, but that doesn’t mean people around here are not afraid of the same things.

That is only addressing the one issue, stranger danger, but with the current thoughts most people in this country seem to have about terrorism, they almost seem to think that anyone with brown skin is one. Hell, just look at the fight over the community center they want to build close to ground zero. Guess what, folks, when you fight asinine shit like that, the terrorists have won, but I digress.

Parents, learn what is really dangerous for your kids, and stop thinking that Carlos the Jackal is going to bomb your kids school while a disgruntled white supremacist climbs the clock tower with his M40A3 and starts taking aim at the parking lot where the big van is parked while your kid is in the locker room shooting up heroin.

What I mean is that I really need to start actually taking the time to write my damned thoughts down.

I have all kinds of crazy crap bouncing around through my head, and if I would let them escape in some way, I think it may help me find some clarity.

The problem is, I am not very good at following through with what I start. I think maybe it is time to work harder on that, start forming good habits, and see where the future will take me.

I have decided that I am going to start replacing the word “Fuck” with the word “Thank” in all conversation.

There is no good reason for this other for my own personal enjoyment.

In my head, whenever I say “Thank You” only I will know what I actually mean. I can tell someone to “Get Thanked,” or to “Go Thank themselves,” and with my simple word substitution I will mean something far worse than what they think.

Not only that, but it even still works as a single sentence, “Thank the thanking thanker.”

Or maybe, “I really want to Thank her.”

The possibilities are endless, and it will all be my only little secret.

Went to Bob Evan’s for lunch today, carry out. The girl at the carryout register gave me a $10 bil in change. Apparently she assumed I had money other than the $20 bill I gave her?

NO TIP FOR YOU!

Also, I had the conversation after the jump with a friend on YIM about it. Good stuff. I love that girl.

Me @ 12:49
well, seriously
if i had singles, i would have given her 1
if she brought to the car, 2
if she brought to the car, was hot (definitely not) climbed into the seat next to me, and sucked my dick, then she could have the 10

Her @ 12:52
MIKE!

Me @ 12:52
what?
its ok. i would video tape it so its porno and not prostitution

Her @ 12:53
michael!

Me @ 12:53
$10 was greater than what my food cost
also, you dont REALLY believe i would do that, now do you?

Her @ 12:54
no but STILL!!!

Me @ 12:54
what?

Her @ 12:55
$10, that’s not enough

Total Awesomesauce.

Recently, I was having a discussion with a very dear friend about “the perfect woman.” Maybe not so much a discussion as the topic being brought up, in jest, but it was still enough to make me think more about the topic. I know that, almost a year ago, I had posted some drivel about the woman I wanted to date, but honestly I was in a bit of a funk at the time and know that our ideas in a perfect mate are not necessarily static.

To that end, I think I know what, at this point in time, my idea of “the perfect woman” is. Nothing too shallow, I hope, but probably very universal.

Naturally, physical attractiveness is important. No matter how much someone says they do not care about looks, the fact of the matter is 90% of our impressions about people are based on appearance. This is genetic, of course. We have certain qualities that we find to be ideal in a mate and we think should compliment our own genes and help create better progeny. (It’s evolution, kids. Looking for transitionary forms? Your own children are transitionary forms. Deal with it.) Barring physical appearance, since we really don’t have that much control over it in the first place, what else is important?

Intelligence. There are many people who think that just learning something new is intelligence. Hate to be a hater (no I don’t) but that is not intelligence. That is knowledge. Intelligence is the ability to take the knowledge you have, assimilate it, and apply it to tasks at hand, find the relevant links between the different types of knowledge you have gained, and use in to further the knowledge of everyone else. Spouting facts is knowledge. Using those facts to find something new is intelligence.

Surprisingly enough, I honestly think that is it. Except for her ability to deal with my inane rhetoric, but that is a skill that few, if any, will ever acquire.

Every day, I feel more like Unfrozen Caveman Lawyer when I get sent to the warehouse to cover the day shift supervisors lunch.

I find a new reasons daily to say, “I’m just a computerguy. You ask me questions about supevisory things and it makes me want to run to my MacBook and hide in some RPG code…”

Hopefully, this will end soon.

Just had a random thought about quitting smoking, and this is something I wish I had done the many times I have quit (for good now!).

We all know that smoking is a very expensive habit. The government imposes more taxes on tobacco, which causes more people to quit, which means the taxes are increased, and on and on, right? Currently, it is around $5 for a pack of premium cigarettes around here. So, my idea.

When you quit smoking, set up a daily transfer on your bank’s website for the amount of a pack of cigarettes from your checking account to a savings account.

If you smoke a pack a day, that would be $35 in a week. In one year, a very nice new plasma t.v. ($1820).

I am not saying that if you smoke you should quit, I don’t care what you do, but if you are quitting, I think it looks like a good motivator.

The majority of people annoy me in more ways than you could ever possibly imagine. I have been cultivating a very nice community on the internet that allows me to ignore the general populace of less than savory characters, but there are still times when it must be done. Tonight was one of those times.

The short of it, because I know that no one wants to read a rambling discourse about the morons who work for Dominos Pizza, is:

1. I called Dominos to order a pizza for the boys and me.
2. I placed my order.
3. The asshat¹ asked for my last name.
4. I said Tice.
5. The asshat asked me to spell it.
6. I said T-I-C-E, Tango, India, Charlie, Echo.
7. The asshat said P?
8. I said, no, T-I-C-E, Tango, India, Char…
9. The asshat interrupted me and said that means nothing to him.
10. I said T T T as in Tango in a very loud and forceful manner.
11. The asshat said 15 minutes
12. I pressed End on my phone and said Fucking Dumbass.
13. The asshat said what did you say
14. Woops, my phone had not finished hanging up.
15. I called Papa Johns and got more pizza at the same price without cancelling my order with Dominos.

Yup, I win at life.

Has the supposed threat of stranger danger really gotten that bad in this country?

Case in point, about 10 minutes ago I was unloading some furniture from my truck into the storage building. A young teen girl and two young children were walking down the road and the teen said “Hi” as I lifted a heavy TV stand. Slightly strained from the effort I said Hi back. Today, in the MOV, it is raining. As I came back out, I offered the three of them a ride. They were soaked and I just wanted to help, because I live more or less in the middle of nowhere. The teen declined. I can understand, I know how I was raised, but Stranger Danger isn’t real!

I genuinely just wanted to help someone, and for completely altruistic reasons, but I guess in some cases that is not allowed.

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