****JENNA LEAVES SEARS*****
For all my ex-Sears reader here is a story you will like. Jenna's last day at Sears was today. She left to spend more time with Hunter her son. So instead of putting up with BS she will be sitting in her nice big house with her parents and sister and little baby Hunter.
And Beanz subs at Sterling and is a on a call list for Kelly Services a temp job for grading papers. Since everyone always asks if Lima Beanz is working.
Saturday, January 24, 2004
Thursday, January 22, 2004
"Job Searching Tips"
Okay if you are currently seeking a new job here are some terms to help you out!
Inside Sales: Corporate telemarketing.
Customer Realtions: Telemarketing
No Telemarket: Selling Knives
Work For STudents: Selling Knives
ROOKIES WANTED: A sales job with no benefits or base pay. Also no money for gas while zipping around in your car. The product you sell will vary and it will often be in a Pyramid scam.
Be Your Own Boss: A scam
Okay if you are currently seeking a new job here are some terms to help you out!
Inside Sales: Corporate telemarketing.
Customer Realtions: Telemarketing
No Telemarket: Selling Knives
Work For STudents: Selling Knives
ROOKIES WANTED: A sales job with no benefits or base pay. Also no money for gas while zipping around in your car. The product you sell will vary and it will often be in a Pyramid scam.
Be Your Own Boss: A scam
Monday, January 19, 2004
"All Is Right In Philly"
Growing up everyone has heard stories from their parents about how much rougher they had it when they were children. We hear how they used to have to walk 5 miles in two feet of snow all the time in the winter. That they could buy a comic book, baseball cards and a candy bar for a dollar. Such things seemed like a far off distant time that could never understand. I think we can officially group Philadelphia sports championships with this folklore. Sure technically championship by a Philly team in my life time, but that last one I was three. So it doesn’t count. I don’t know anything about the Sixers tourney to greatness nor could I ever tell my nephew Noah about it when he is older, so as far as I am concerned it doesn’t count.
This past Sunday the Eagles bit the dust in typical Philly fashion. You see Philly teams don’t only like to go out, but they like to go with a thud. Despite thousands of people wearing team colors and having their faces painted liked idiots when the time comes the Philly team rolls over and dies. They usually look as if they are new to the sport and often times are blown out of the water before the midpoint of the game. This past Sunday those Eagles made it possible to tack on at least several more months to the drought of championships.
Sure the Wings and Phantoms have championships in the past years, but it has to be the big 4 for it to count or else its like winning a Golden Globe totally meaningless. I am not even sure if anyone other than those teams immediate families showed up for the celebration. In fact I am some what relieved that the Eagles got bounced, because I think my head would explode if a Philly team actually won the ultimate prize.
I don’t even know what it feels like for my team to win a championship. Obviously my team is the Flyers, and since I have seen the grainy footage of the Broad Street Bullies parading down Broad Street, and Gene Hart in his skin tight Flyers sweatshirt with the Flyers Emblem all stretched out. I try to comprehend in my mind what it must be like to whiteness a team you root for from your city to actually be the champions. What happens in the area? Would I have been given the day off? Would the Flyers hoisting the cup bring me to tears? Would South Jersey and Philly just going to total madness for a few days?
Well thank goodness my routine life won’t be rattled by and Philly glory. All is right in Delware Valley, are team watches the champions celebrate from their own Superbowl parties. Oh once in awhile a team makes it to the finals, but its rarely close. We always end up having to watch the other guys jump with joy. Sports wise in this area failure is a much of our culture as the mummers, cheese steaks and 24- hours diners. Being competitive but not winners is just a fact of life. Winning championships here is not for me and my peers. It is just something that my parents experienced like Disco and bellbottoms. Victory parades are for the people with goofy hair and pork-chop sideburns not me and my friends. The only way to see a Philly team win anything is to watching the classic sports network until they show the worn out footage of our past. Almost literally an entire generation has to ask their parents or guridans what is was like and live through their memories.
Honestly I can’t possibly think of and City that has a franchise in all 4 major sports that has gone this long coming up short. It seems almost statically impossible. Its what 21 years? Our little failure demon can legally drink this year. Hmm.. ..Perhaps someone can look up his actual birthdate.
It is just the same old, same old. The athletes are all soft spoken to the media and we just have to keep saying wait until next year! Every single one of our sports has a player that says that after being bounced its part of pathetic tradition. I think that having the sentence “Just Wait Until Next Year!” should be mounted just below the arena-vision at the Linc. In a few weeks some other city will get to party in celebration of actually winning something. Meanwhile we are damned to our endless marathon of failure with no signs of a parade in sight. Thinking about the over-paid athletes just shaking their heads and making idiotic excuses for constant failure will make me sleep better at night; because that’s the way it is and always will be here in our generation’s local sports world. All is right in Philly.
Oh maybe one day the Flyers will win a cup, but knowing my luck it will be right around the time that Dan K predicts that machines will rise. Before I get to go to the parade the blood thirsty robots will be out to use their Artificial intelligence to pulverize our human flesh with their iron firsts of death in the murderous slaying of innocent life and ultimate eradication of humanity.
Growing up everyone has heard stories from their parents about how much rougher they had it when they were children. We hear how they used to have to walk 5 miles in two feet of snow all the time in the winter. That they could buy a comic book, baseball cards and a candy bar for a dollar. Such things seemed like a far off distant time that could never understand. I think we can officially group Philadelphia sports championships with this folklore. Sure technically championship by a Philly team in my life time, but that last one I was three. So it doesn’t count. I don’t know anything about the Sixers tourney to greatness nor could I ever tell my nephew Noah about it when he is older, so as far as I am concerned it doesn’t count.
This past Sunday the Eagles bit the dust in typical Philly fashion. You see Philly teams don’t only like to go out, but they like to go with a thud. Despite thousands of people wearing team colors and having their faces painted liked idiots when the time comes the Philly team rolls over and dies. They usually look as if they are new to the sport and often times are blown out of the water before the midpoint of the game. This past Sunday those Eagles made it possible to tack on at least several more months to the drought of championships.
Sure the Wings and Phantoms have championships in the past years, but it has to be the big 4 for it to count or else its like winning a Golden Globe totally meaningless. I am not even sure if anyone other than those teams immediate families showed up for the celebration. In fact I am some what relieved that the Eagles got bounced, because I think my head would explode if a Philly team actually won the ultimate prize.
I don’t even know what it feels like for my team to win a championship. Obviously my team is the Flyers, and since I have seen the grainy footage of the Broad Street Bullies parading down Broad Street, and Gene Hart in his skin tight Flyers sweatshirt with the Flyers Emblem all stretched out. I try to comprehend in my mind what it must be like to whiteness a team you root for from your city to actually be the champions. What happens in the area? Would I have been given the day off? Would the Flyers hoisting the cup bring me to tears? Would South Jersey and Philly just going to total madness for a few days?
Well thank goodness my routine life won’t be rattled by and Philly glory. All is right in Delware Valley, are team watches the champions celebrate from their own Superbowl parties. Oh once in awhile a team makes it to the finals, but its rarely close. We always end up having to watch the other guys jump with joy. Sports wise in this area failure is a much of our culture as the mummers, cheese steaks and 24- hours diners. Being competitive but not winners is just a fact of life. Winning championships here is not for me and my peers. It is just something that my parents experienced like Disco and bellbottoms. Victory parades are for the people with goofy hair and pork-chop sideburns not me and my friends. The only way to see a Philly team win anything is to watching the classic sports network until they show the worn out footage of our past. Almost literally an entire generation has to ask their parents or guridans what is was like and live through their memories.
Honestly I can’t possibly think of and City that has a franchise in all 4 major sports that has gone this long coming up short. It seems almost statically impossible. Its what 21 years? Our little failure demon can legally drink this year. Hmm.. ..Perhaps someone can look up his actual birthdate.
It is just the same old, same old. The athletes are all soft spoken to the media and we just have to keep saying wait until next year! Every single one of our sports has a player that says that after being bounced its part of pathetic tradition. I think that having the sentence “Just Wait Until Next Year!” should be mounted just below the arena-vision at the Linc. In a few weeks some other city will get to party in celebration of actually winning something. Meanwhile we are damned to our endless marathon of failure with no signs of a parade in sight. Thinking about the over-paid athletes just shaking their heads and making idiotic excuses for constant failure will make me sleep better at night; because that’s the way it is and always will be here in our generation’s local sports world. All is right in Philly.
Oh maybe one day the Flyers will win a cup, but knowing my luck it will be right around the time that Dan K predicts that machines will rise. Before I get to go to the parade the blood thirsty robots will be out to use their Artificial intelligence to pulverize our human flesh with their iron firsts of death in the murderous slaying of innocent life and ultimate eradication of humanity.
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