That Fuckin Guy

I dealt with these “recruiters” a few months ago, and got to one interview but then never heard back. I got a call yesterday and they want me to come down to their office. Again, I said? Apparently they have a whole new team (after 3 months?) and they need me to come in again. I did a little digging on the company this time, and here is what I found:

http://209.85.173.132/search?q=cache:t5TJQUDsZtwJ:recruiter-rater.zhrodague.net/story/remington_international_boston_ma+remington+international

Of course the original website is down or otherwise gone, but the post dates are current. The overall messages seems to be “do not deal with these losers” so, I got the message.

EDIT: Also, what is with these recruiting firms that cannot even validate parking for their potential clients pseudo-interviews? I know they don’t give a rats ass about how it looks, it’s about money. More specifically, THEIR money. I know first-hand how they try to squeeze you for information regarding where I have been interviewing. Scuzzy, slimy fuckheads. I think I can find a job without their monster.com-spamming help, thank you very much.

Here is a great little article on some of the things that make Los Angeles so incredibly awesome:

http://www.boingboing.net/2008/11/22/ny-times-the-los-ang.html

We went to see Journey last night. Say what you will about them; Neil Schon KICKS ASS

hardrock afro at 1:45

The downside: We missed Cheap Trick and most of Heart on accout of it being in fucking Irvine. How are we supposed to get to Irvine by 7pm? Leave at noon? Can you please play in Los Angeles instead of the OC next time? Oh yeah, they are playing in LA next time. Thanks

I walk into the bar last night, sit down, jibba jabba with the fools. some guy down the bar yells “hey dude, I’ll give you $40 for that judas priest shirt”. I was like yeah uh huh right, sure. So he walks over and plops $40 on the bar. I said hmm, I wonder how well a shirtless fuckin guy will go over at this bar. One of the bartenders hands me his jacket. I give the guy the shirt and take the $40. Then one of the other bartenders buys me a Canters sweatshirt.

So I get $40 and a sweatshirt in trade for a Priest shirt. I guess I put on the right shirt last night! Time for a new JP t.

NOTE: I should add that this was not a vintage tour shirt. Just a print of an old album on a new shirt. Apparently his girl REALLY wanted it.

It’s been a strange week.

Monday night, an elderly patron of our local watering hole was shot in the head. I saw him and his lady that very night, apparently it was his birthday. The police have ruled out suicide, I don’t have any other details than that.

Tuesday night, Debbie and I were having dinner when her roommate called to say that someone had been shot in the head outside their apartment. Apparently that one was homicide, and we heard that someone was arrested for it later that night. What else? I took Debbie home in the morning and there was a pile of medical waste sitting at the side of the road. An ambulance did come pick it up, but why was it sitting out there all night? Syringes, bandages, etc. Gross.

Before you think something like “well you choose to live in the big bad city”, this sort of thing doesn’t happen around here. This is very, very unusual. Especially for it to happen twice.

I ate pastrami last night with Lori at Canters. More specifically, the Canters Reuben. The BOMB. That stuff will be the death of me, but I’ll die with a smile on my face and my pastrami hole filled.

I got a metric fuckton of jsp/servlet work done yeseterday. I might actually get this school project finished on time. Just a simple CMS for the CS department, mysql / tomcat / etc. I also made one of the most-resource intensive page counters in history: it’s a jsp that makes a database connection to increment a field every time someone loads the page. This thing will never see the light of day anyway, and I feel like there isn’t much difference (at this level of traffic) between a database call to update a field vs opening a filehandle and writing to disk. If it ever got under any significant load it would most likely barf, but whatever. Now that I think about it a little, the jsp is compiled, and maybe the instantiated object re-uses the database connection…Maybe this isn’t so bad. I wonder about the persistence of the db connection after the initial compilation. I will have to investigate.

It was 91 degrees in Los Angeles yesterday. Sooner or later, the idea of “Winter” will be something we only see on television or hear about from tourists. Happpy turkey week…I’m driving to Palo Alto this week to see the folks. I will return on Saturday with burritos for the lucky few who I consider close (enough) friends…You know who you are.

In the ongoing saga of bitt..BUYING LEGAL DVDS of semi-obscure heavy metal, I’ve come across two King Diamond items. One is of a concert apparently in Gothenberg from 1987. It begins with our favorite King Diamond taking what seems to be some sort of baby doll out of a box, saying some satanic gibberish, then stabbing the doll several times. What does he have against dolls, we’ll probably never know. It was SCARY AAAAHHH (in King Diamond style).

EDIT: I quickly found THIS PICTURE of our guy doing something bad with a doll. See it’s not just that one time!

ok I need coffee bye.

I find it amusing that the NASA channel (376) is followed by TCTWLD (”Broadcasting The Gospel”, 377) on the Directv listings for Los Angeles. Coincidence?