The New & Unproved Work/Job/Career Thread

[wease]

Was it Richard Roundtree?

[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]

I fired a client last week and today I learned that he’s an actor who played the title character in a movie that you may have seen and have definitely heard of.

How did you not know who he was until after firing him, if we’re all supposed to know who he is by name??

[wease]

I fired a client last week and today I learned that he’s an actor who played the title character in a movie that you may have seen and have definitely heard of.

How did you not know who he was until after firing him, if we’re all supposed to know who he is by name??

Good catch

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Bammer doesn’t have the time to be as cultured as us.

[Bammer]

I fired a client last week and today I learned that he’s an actor who played the title character in a movie that you may have seen and have definitely heard of.

How did you not know who he was until after firing him, if we’re all supposed to know who he is by name??

Good catch

Lol good catch my ass. I said you would know the movie not the actor.

[The Argonaut]

I can't believe Bammer fired Sean Austin from Rudy. What a world

[bart]

oh no he fired godzilla

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I can't believe Bammer fired Sean Austin from Rudy. What a world

No joke that was my first thought

[The Argonaut]

Astin* goddamn autocorrecting phone

[doug rr]

its too late, argo...

[BurtReynolds]

Got laid off today, but then possibly rehired? It seems they made some sort of mistake with me. I dunno. Story developing...

[Bammer]

Got laid off today, but then possibly rehired? It seems they made some sort of mistake with me. I dunno. Story developing...

On the bright side: No more money for your dad to steal.

[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.

[BurtReynolds]

Always look on the bright side of life.

[spike]

Sorry you maybe lost your job Burt. Hope it works out.

[Peeps]

sorry to hear that burt

[BurtReynolds]

If I'm lucky I'll get a couple of months paid vacation. Downside is that I have to move back to Austin.

[bodysnatcher]

If I'm lucky I'll get a couple of months paid vacation. Downside is that I have to move back to Austin.

Are they ending remote work or something?

[doug rr]

sorry Burt...you should move into Lenny's new house and you two can drive around in the vette and pick up chicks...