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Aug. 18th, 2006 01:10 pmCalled the lady back about the job.
It was a helpdesk jpb for the Baltimore City School District.
They wanted someone who could troubleshoot windows and PC's right off the cuff.
And she was basically offering me the job outright.
Now that's all well and good, but as we all know...I don't know how to troubleshoot windows or PC hardware. Reboot, format:C, trash the thing and get a Mac, okay?
Nowhere on my resume does any statement appear that should give anyone the slightest impression that I know how to troubleshoot Windows and PC hardware.
I'm just too stressed out right now to deal with this mess. I want Keith's head. On a platter. No, I want Keith here, alive and intact so I can torture him. Paper cuts, lemon juice, bamboo under the fingernails, Chinese water torture, people cracking gum in his ear, noise-cancelling headphones playing an alternating mix of Barney, Polka and Engleburt Humperdink...you get the idea.
It was a helpdesk jpb for the Baltimore City School District.
They wanted someone who could troubleshoot windows and PC's right off the cuff.
And she was basically offering me the job outright.
Now that's all well and good, but as we all know...I don't know how to troubleshoot windows or PC hardware. Reboot, format:C, trash the thing and get a Mac, okay?
Nowhere on my resume does any statement appear that should give anyone the slightest impression that I know how to troubleshoot Windows and PC hardware.
I'm just too stressed out right now to deal with this mess. I want Keith's head. On a platter. No, I want Keith here, alive and intact so I can torture him. Paper cuts, lemon juice, bamboo under the fingernails, Chinese water torture, people cracking gum in his ear, noise-cancelling headphones playing an alternating mix of Barney, Polka and Engleburt Humperdink...you get the idea.
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Date: 2006-08-18 06:54 pm (UTC)The feud was long and bloody. In the 1400's, the clan chiefs arranged a battle of champions: 12 men from each clan would meet at an isolated chapel and fight to the death to settle things. The Gunns arrived early and entered the chapel to pray. The Keiths arrived riding double, 24 men, and ambushed the Gunns. The Gunn clan-chief, George the Crowner, was killed, along with some 8 of his men. His sons escaped. (Incidentally, the bit about riding double is in Keith histories, too - nobody disputes that the Keiths cheated, even the Keiths.)
Little Henry, one of the sons of George, snuck up to the Keith castle at night, with other Gunns, and fired an arrow through a window, killing the eldest son of the Keith. He also called out the gaidhlig phrase I quoted, "A Gunn's compliments to a Keith!"
When I said long-running, I meant it. In 1978(!), Sir Iain Gunn and the current reigning Keith (An Earl; I can't recall his name) got together at that same chapel and signed a treaty of friendship, ending 500 years of continuing bloodshed.
Yes, we hold grudges. Your point?