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Comment on Design Masterclass by Thompo007

Thompo007 — Mon, 23 Feb 2009 17:14:16 +0000

hey, who doesn’t love the odd animated gif now and then?

Comment on Design Masterclass by Jim

Jim — Thu, 19 Feb 2009 11:27:30 +0000

Oh my sweet baby jesus, now I know what I have been doing wrong all these years…

Comment on Awww! by rach

rach — Sat, 09 Aug 2008 00:18:24 +0000

lol nicely put so mrs hippy doesn’t kill you! i pop by from time to time, so you have to keep posting

Comment on Survived by HippyJim

HippyJim — Fri, 20 Jun 2008 18:39:15 +0000

Umm…ok I just read this comment properly. I don’t work for “Dreamweaver” – it’s just the standard web coding software we have installed on our work PCs.

I work for a bank with an ethical policy – it’s a co-operative, the workers all share the profits – so it’s not a big evil corporation run for the benefit of fatcat shareholders. They don’t lend money to people who do bad stuff – like selling arms or running businesses who directly cause climate change (like oil companies). They’ve turned down £700 million of loans because of ethical concerns.

And…yes, I can get seminars & training

Comment on Survived by james barclay

james barclay — Fri, 20 Jun 2008 05:02:11 +0000

Omegod! Dreamweaver? Quit now. I say Dreamweaver will crash. Soon. Get out now. If you work for them you must be ace. Others want you. I say don’t waste your god given talent and give your hard earned rewards to them. They have no loyalty to you. You should have none for them. the moment the market goes ‘Blip’, you’ll be out with a pair of dark glasses on your nose, a dirty overcoat on your shoulders and a begging cup in you ice cold hands. I say that they think you are nothing more than a worker beetle and can be crushed under foot at any time. the history of Labor in America proves me out. I have not gone bananas and I have no ill toward anyone. I just want to save you suffering. Here’s what you do if you want to stay with them for now: Ask about the availability of discretionary funds for you to take a seminar over a weekend. They will balk. I guarantee. There is my proof. I say run like hell- the other way. All companies want to enslave their employees and to keep them ‘down on the farm’. The favors and raises they will give you are penny candy and the money will be eaten up by taxes whech you company will not help you with to avoid the tax man. They have powerful attorneys. entire firms. You have nada. They have lobbyists. You think your puney letter to your congressman counts? Hah!
They own you, don’t they? And, if you family has to depend on what you make, they own them, too. Look. the elites don’t even recognize you as a human being. to them you are some sort of creature from the Levant. They have no connection with you and don’t want to. They’ve never experienced real life and have no use for it. they don’t have to obey the law and never have. And, like Leona Helmsly said: “We’re rich and people like us don’t pay taxes. That’s what the little people do.” If the super rich could have only machines and the engineers to fix and maintain them they, as attested in many statements, would have everyone not involved killed and used for fuel. (Guess how many of the super rich before and during WWII suported Hitler, Mussolini and Hirohito. It is a litany of the most powerful on Wall Street. History proves it.) If you work for a super company, conglomerate, multi-national or favored nation country, you are working against everything you believe or ever believed.
Here’s what I would do: Go seek another job, maybe with a smaller company who needs you. Get a stock option and a good one. Go to you present emplyer and say “I quit.”
Or, you can just never show up again. (Tell your new employer before this happens or they will not trust you ever). Go to work and then do what you can to work yourself out of this job. Make sure you keep the stock option. Don’t-ever-invest-in-a-hedge-fund. A PBS analyst is frothing at the mouth telling you to keep the government’s grubby hands off your money by going to hedge funds. DON’T. (See a good, honest Tax accountant and member of a stock exchange. Join up. Become friends with him and his family. Have lunch. Play golf. Have parties if you like them. Keep an eye on him. Money will turn a person into a monster quicker than anything I know. I there are problems, come to him and say: “Sol, I love you and I trusted you. We no longer have an agreement. I want my money, all of it, by the end of the NYSE day. Send it to my lawyers.” He will understand that you intend to charge him with embezzlement if he makes a wrong move. Be direct and very clear.

Comment on A techie is not me! by james barclay

james barclay — Fri, 20 Jun 2008 04:28:09 +0000

Its like that in my ‘used to be’ profession. When I come in they usually look ascance at me, ditrustful in some way. I’m happy and retired. They aren’t. Frankly, Scarlet, I don’t give a damn. I don’t feel strange. I don’t have any money, or not nearly what they pull in. Who cares. If it gets to that I’ll find a job at Loews, Home Depot, a security agency, Burger Puke or any of those places to suppliment. I am not proud. They have no loyalty to me and I have none to them. Its work. I’m happy to be doing it. (If you’ve known the jobs I’ve done before, you might understand. Being an iron worker is not an option at my age.) Is it strange? sure. I say “Good.” Hey, man. Tech gnomes work in the pits. Screw ‘em Say goodbye and enjoy your life

Comment on Why me? by james barclay

james barclay — Fri, 20 Jun 2008 04:12:13 +0000

The only loyalty you should have for a company is that which they give to you, which isn’t any. I’m a professional, so its ‘At Will’ employment. tey can dump you on the spot, but, for some odd reason you are supposed to give them a month’s, even two month’s, notice- or they won’t give you a good reference?
(Who wants THEIR reference. Yuck!) What I do is very important, at least I thought so until a colleague came by and reminded me, “Just because you are indispensible does not mean that you are important.” I discovered why a colleague of mine left a very prestigious, but not well paying, position at a very high rated college; He was wanted and respected, but not really needed. Its like that all over the place. My colleague still had some juice left and joined a pharmaceutical company where he helped develop a very important treatment for a rare disease. They pay him well. There are a few others like him. No one really makes anything about who they are, but they are needed. the place is crawling with people like them. Same at CERN. The ost brilliant, Martian brained geniuses in math, physics, chemistry and types of philosophy work in a rarified atmosphere whre they must speak almost perfect English, dress in clean room overalls, live in bunker-like conditions, roam among machines, wires, super magnets, high tension electricity, noise, glowing substances, shining and rare alloys, radioactive substances and an ample number of socker balls, hackie-sackies, roller blade shoes, golf balls and (saucers?). Computer terminals are everywhere. and there are women. Plenty of them. All serious and no-nonsense physicists, astrophysicists and M-theorists. Most og there by quitting suckoid jobs and joining up. Most don’t get paid much, but fed and housed quite well, thank you. Reminds of folks like Richard Alpert, Timothy Leary, John C, Lilly, Linus Pauling, Wilhelm Reich, Muni Sushuiel Kumarji(physicist and discoverer of why quarks are always in pairs- and first Hindu priest in Indian Parlaiment) and Yehudi Menuhin (world reknown violinist). they Grokked it and set themselves free. I guess that oughta do it.

Comment on Post interview come down by james barclay

james barclay — Fri, 20 Jun 2008 03:35:54 +0000

Interviews used to scare me until someone told me what kind of car the interviewer drove and why they had him interview me. I relaxed. Here’s a guy, poor guy, who is burdened with the task of interviewing umpteen applicants, most which don’t have a clue, endure their inane remarks and govellings, try to decode their remarks, listen to their endless tales of woe, listen to their empty bragging, deal with their smells, take their resumes and have to be gracious while he says. “We’ll get back to you.”, or “We’ll study your resume and your references and call you.” or “I’m sure you have many qualifications. Its just these are not the ones we need at this time.” I was dressed nice, not overly so. I gave him my resume. He asked me a couple of screwy questions and I answered them with a bit of humor. Gave him my references. then I engaged him in a little conversation that had nothing to do with the job; I think it was about his favorite team, the Baltimore Orioles. (I know Baseball).
Finally, he told me the position had been filled from within, but that his boss wanted to follow the labor hiring laws and had have him do the job. Poor Schmuck. He told me he had a brother who was in construction and needed a framer and said he would give me a good word. For the Summer I framed houses on Cape Cod. Good money. Healthy living. Lotta fun. Good boss who didn’t give me a lot of baloney. Just wanted me to put up houses. I paid three times what that other job would have. And, with the completion and OT bonuses I bought a new car and the family had a great Christmas with her parents in Pennsylvania. I am not rich. I’m just happy.

Comment on Reapplying for my job now by james barclay

james barclay — Fri, 20 Jun 2008 03:17:46 +0000

I don’t know which “Jim” so I’ll just carry on. Drew, I’ll leave what I said on there. If you don’t want door number 3, then door number one (It has the Amana refrigerator, the dinette and the dishes- and the trip to Cleveland). As I said, I was born happy. I can’t help it. I don’t want to. Finding happiness, even in the worst and most drudgery laden job on earth, is a matter of the quirk of the mind. Being appreciative, even for the fact that no one gave you crap that day, can be happiness. I know. You don’t think I’ve dredged open seweres, dug ditches in February to get at a broken water main, humped steel in august, dug clinkers out of a blast furnace, hauled garbage, cleaned porn movie theaters, shovelled iron shavings out of a machine shop, cut bait on a dragger in November in the middle of the gray Atlantic and high waves and wiped a baby’s ass while at the same time caring for a seriously childbirth injured wife, both of who could have died on me at any moment?. Situations. But, I was happy for what I had and for the chance to keep and nurture. Now I don’t want to get maudlin, and I won’t. If you don’t like yer job, quit. This is America. Find another. Whatever it is. And, dammit, don’t get snotty and picky. To work is a blessing. To be able to gain justice from it is power. Those old Wobblies knew what they were talking about and what they were working hard for.
They were saavy. They knew good. they knew evil. They sang it out. check out the words to “Simply
Wild” and “Drill Ye Tarriers” and “The Lumberjacks Doxology” and “The Big Fool Said To Push On”. Robert Service’s poems, O. Henry’s tomes, Woody Guthrie’s hobo ballads, Pete Seeger’s calls to freedom, justice, happiness and action. And Billy Bragg’s ‘hit you up side of the head’ remender that life is life and that’s what we make of. and we can do a helluva lot better, and don’t be too proud to get dirty.” In all, the basis of these is happiness. Always, happiness is found. Yes, and even at the bar where Drew’s club goes and he makes them happy.

Comment on Career advice by james barclay

james barclay — Fri, 20 Jun 2008 02:49:04 +0000

So, Drew. You hate your job? Please leave quietly by Door Number 3. I’ve alsways loved some aspect of each job I’ve had. I tried to make each one find by either being innovative, becoming a union steward, a foreman, a supervisor or just being a naughty devil and dirty trickster. I left all of them. Ratted on a few of them to the Gov. for their societal and social indescretions. Sometimes. I just got palin silly. Other times I p;yed with my bosses’ heads, much to everyone’s (my fellows’) delight. did some good things and tried to make it easier on the crew. (The eliminationa of drudgery is a fine goal. There are many ways to help with this.) My Momma said I danced out of her womb. I was a happy baby. A lot of stuff made me angry, sad, mad, depressed and ‘low and begotten’. but I always found a way to get happy. Thge only time I ever really loathed a job was not the job, but the fashion in which I was doing it. Simply could not accomplish the intellectual tasks assigned me in the precribed and timely manner. I went to see my doctor and he sent me to another one. they both told me to quit my job and “don’t work at a job again.” Now that DID bum me out. I had spent umpteen years in school competing at an almost maniacal level and studying and doing my ass off for endless hours and endless days under horrendous pressure to get my august appellation. Then, stump broke.
Tests didn’t look any better. I could read them and I myself didn’t like their results. Didn’t want friends treating me. Went to strangers; the best. but, somehow, I’m happy and I don’t hate anything.
What I do as my free organised time is great. I’m happy. Is it work? Sure. anything that enriches and keeps a person active and healthy, and has responsibilities of production attached to it,- is work.
If you hate yer job, Quit and do something else. (Patient: “Doc, It hurts when I do this.” Doc: “Don’t do that.”)