StumbleUpon | Lisuebie's blog posts

http://Lisuebie.stumbleupon.com/review/9791108/

Mon, 14 May 2007 22:57:53 -0700

Today is the day.

As of this morning, I get to say, "Hello, you have reached TimeTech. Lisa B. speaking"

Of course, I get to do a lot of other things, too. Like eventually clean up their website. *rubs hands and grins..*

http://Lisuebie.stumbleupon.com/review/9649739/

Tue, 08 May 2007 05:18:33 -0700

The tenters have been released. I just got an email saying a job offer was in the mail, and they would be delighted if I would start on the 15th of May.

http://Lisuebie.stumbleupon.com/review/9647095/

Tue, 08 May 2007 01:13:42 -0700

http://Lisuebie.stumbleupon.com/review/9647071/

Tue, 08 May 2007 01:11:11 -0700

The interview went fine. They thought that if they took me, they could probably find other things for me to do than answer the phone. But of course, what they really need is someone to answer the phone.

They will let me know this week sometime whether or not I got the job. I would like it, its perfect for me. Small techie company producing extremely specialized equipment for measuring time, and comparing time measurements across time laboratories. For purposes ranging from the mundane, such as public transportation to the tricky, such as global positioning of satellites, to the exotic, for example for communications between the earth and probes traveling to Mars and Venus.

So cool. I am on tenterhooks.

Go google it. TimeTech.de, Tenterhooks. :)

http://Lisuebie.stumbleupon.com/review/9401989/

Thu, 26 Apr 2007 06:20:34 -0700

And I have a job interview with TimeTech next Thursday. As receptionist, but who cares? If they take me, I get to say, "Hi, I work at TimeTech."

Cooooooo.

Besides, if you look at their website, they need me. To bring their English up to standard. Which I can do.

http://Lisuebie.stumbleupon.com/review/9361210/

Tue, 24 Apr 2007 09:35:39 -0700

"I never told my own religion, nor scrutinized that of another. I never attempted to make a convert, nor wished to change another's creed. I have never judged the religion of others, and by this test, my dear Madame, I have been satisfied yours must be an excellent one to have produced a life of such exemplary virtue and correctness. For it is in our lives and not from our words that our religion must be read."

Thomas Jefferson (1816)

Wow. Respect.

http://Lisuebie.stumbleupon.com/review/9274559/

Fri, 20 Apr 2007 01:27:27 -0700

On the lighter side, via my Mom and direct to you from Sindelfingen, Germany:

WHO IS JACK SCHITT

For some time many of us have wondered just who is Jack Schitt?

We find ourselves at a loss when someone says, 'You don't know Jack Schitt!'

Well, thanks to my genealogy efforts, you can now respond in an intellectual way.

Jack Schitt is the only son of Awe Schitt.

Awe Schitt, the fertilizer magnate, married O. Schitt, the owner of Needeep N. Schitt, Inc.

They had one son, Jack.

In turn, Jack Schitt married Noe Schitt.

The deeply religious couple produced six children:

Holie Schitt,

Giva Schitt,

Fulla Schitt,

Bull Schitt,

and the twins Deep Schitt and Dip Schitt.

Against her parents' objections, Deep Schitt married Dumb SCHITT, a high school dropout.

Meanwhile, Dip Schitt married Loda Schitt, and they produced a son with a rather nervous disposition named Chicken Schitt.

Two of the other six children, Fulla Schitt and Giva Schitt, were inseparable throughout childhood and subsequently married the Happens brothers in a dual ceremony.

The wedding pictures in the newspaper we entitled, "Schitt-Happens"!

Bull Schitt, the prodigal son, left home to tour the world.

He recently returned from Italy with his new Italian bride, Pisa Schitt.

After being married 15 years, Jack and Noe Schitt divorced.

Noe Schitt later married Ted Sherlock, and because her kids were living with them, she wanted to keep her previous name. She was then known as Noe Schitt Sherlock.

Now when someone says, 'You don't know Jack Schitt,' you can correct them.

Sincerely,

Crock O. Schitt

http://Lisuebie.stumbleupon.com/review/9217287/

Tue, 17 Apr 2007 07:54:28 -0700

VT continued. A rant.

And so we see that it is not "terrorism" we must fear. Not other cultures, not other races. Just people in general. We must fear our own ability to take a weapon, and take out our anger and desperation on innocence.

And nowadays, in some places, it is far too easy to acquire a weapon that makes mass killing simple. Easy.

Nature gave us flat little teeth, fragile nails, some strength in our arms. And a brain much too clever at making tools in relation to the simplicity of our emotions. Our teeth, nails and muscles will let us kill, but only with great effort, and slowly. Our tools change all that.

Most of us never lose it. Most of us accept life's hardships and pains with only minor striking out a world that seems cruel or unfair. I do not know what makes one person capable of such action, and another not. I wonder how much has to do with a person's experience and perceptions, and how much with a person's basic physical makeup. Ability to "feel another's pain."

I do not know.

http://Lisuebie.stumbleupon.com/review/9217139/

Tue, 17 Apr 2007 07:44:57 -0700

Virginia Tech is in my mind and heart. The dead young adults. The dead professors. The families of both. The crazy, desperate man who killed them, and perhaps himself.

But as a mother, most of all, the families of all. How do you live when your future, your loves, have suddenly from one moment to the next, stopped being?

This is part of the bargain of living. It is always possible- whether caused by foolishness, a drunk driver, disease, simple accident. But we do not reckon with it, not really. So how do they deal with the loss? Poor, poor things.

http://Lisuebie.stumbleupon.com/review/9216511/

Tue, 17 Apr 2007 06:58:37 -0700

practice posting

If I am going to garden a Schmuck-free Art group, I am going to have to post now and then. And I have had some very strange and wierd experiences trying to post links and pics lately. SU's php or whatever and I do not get along. Therefore the practice here before I post at the group.

The eye. I am very proud of that eye. Look at it long enough, it looks back. Depth and intelligence in a painted eye. Coooo.