The New & Unproved Work/Job/Career Thread

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[wease]

Man, I gotta try it at least once.

[doug rr]

why would they ruin perfectly good scallops with pumpkin puree and seeds?

[bodysnatcher]

why would they ruin perfectly good scallops with pumpkin puree and seeds?

“new American” bullshit

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[bodysnatcher]

most restaurant food is. that's why i never go! i have trust issues.

[wease]

Y’know, you really didn’t eat much in St Louis. Did you eat a pretzel stick in the stadium?

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[wease]

Y’know, you really didn’t eat much in St Louis. Did you eat a pretzel stick in the stadium?

i got a bag of FREE pretzel sticks from the girl outside the stadium because it was her last bag and it had been hanging out all day

But I did get a hot beef sandwich in the stadium and it was heavenly.

I meant ‘Snatch. You ate at the restaurant and the stadium. And the bbq the next night. I don’t remember ‘Snatch really eating a whole lot of anything.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[wease]

Wease pays attention.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

thank you lenny. if im being honest my fear at work is they are going to one day realize they hired me and get rid of me

Just plant porn in their computer drawer.

[spike]

had my review and hit a 9% raise and a 9% bonus

yay me

Wow awesome man!

[Peeps]

thanks spike

this year is going to be a big one for me here. after three years companys contribution to my 401k moves from 5 to 15% and i should get a promotion which is usually a 15-25% bump in pay. and all this and i still havent managed to alienate or piss people off

[bodysnatcher]

Y’know, you really didn’t eat much in St Louis. Did you eat a pretzel stick in the stadium?

i got a bag of FREE pretzel sticks from the girl outside the stadium because it was her last bag and it had been hanging out all day

But I did get a hot beef sandwich in the stadium and it was heavenly.

I meant ‘Snatch. You ate at the restaurant and the stadium. And the bbq the next night. I don’t remember ‘Snatch really eating a whole lot of anything.

My entire diet consisted of beer that weekend

[Monkey_Driven]

Y’know, you really didn’t eat much in St Louis. Did you eat a pretzel stick in the stadium?

i got a bag of FREE pretzel sticks from the girl outside the stadium because it was her last bag and it had been hanging out all day

But I did get a hot beef sandwich in the stadium and it was heavenly.

I meant ‘Snatch. You ate at the restaurant and the stadium. And the bbq the next night. I don’t remember ‘Snatch really eating a whole lot of anything.

My entire diet consisted of beer that weekend

Can confirm. I did buy you a Snickers bar though.

[bodysnatcher]

Y’know, you really didn’t eat much in St Louis. Did you eat a pretzel stick in the stadium?

i got a bag of FREE pretzel sticks from the girl outside the stadium because it was her last bag and it had been hanging out all day

But I did get a hot beef sandwich in the stadium and it was heavenly.

I meant ‘Snatch. You ate at the restaurant and the stadium. And the bbq the next night. I don’t remember ‘Snatch really eating a whole lot of anything.

My entire diet consisted of beer that weekend

Can confirm. I did buy you a Snickers bar though.

Oh yeah that’s true. I still need to pay you back for that.

[spike]

Why didn’t you eat all weekend?

[bodysnatcher]

So I could afford a PJ tshirt at the concert

[wease]

Y’know, you really didn’t eat much in St Louis. Did you eat a pretzel stick in the stadium?

i got a bag of FREE pretzel sticks from the girl outside the stadium because it was her last bag and it had been hanging out all day

But I did get a hot beef sandwich in the stadium and it was heavenly.

I meant ‘Snatch. You ate at the restaurant and the stadium. And the bbq the next night. I don’t remember ‘Snatch really eating a whole lot of anything.

My entire diet consisted of beer that weekend

Can confirm. I did buy you a Snickers bar though.

Oh yeah that’s true. I still need to pay you back for that.

Snickers really satisfies.