Red Mosquito

spike wrote:

Peeps wrote:i think i am going to go with the master classes since it is a subscription for the year (i believe)

What will be your first three classes?

Carl Sandburg wrote: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.

tragabigzanda wrote:

wease wrote:Had a girl try and pull a George Costanza on me today. I fired her about 3 weeks ago and she came into the office today and tried to clock in. Obviously she couldn’t so she called our IT department to try and fix it and they’re like “uh, we’re showing you were terminated.” And she tried to convince them she wasn’t so they called me to verify and I assured them that yes, she most certainly was terminated.

With that kind of chutzpah you should promote her to management

wease wrote:Had a girl try and pull a George Costanza on me today. I fired her about 3 weeks ago and she came into the office today and tried to clock in. Obviously she couldn’t so she called our IT department to try and fix it and they’re like “uh, we’re showing you were terminated.” And she tried to convince them she wasn’t so they called me to verify and I assured them that yes, she most certainly was terminated.

wease wrote:It gets better. After that she called HR to tell them she wasn’t fired. So they respond that all the paperwork sure says you were fired. So HR called me and made me call her back and tell her again that she was fired then to send them an email confirmation that I called and told her. I called her a couple of times and got her voice mail so I just left her a message telling her for the second time that she was fired and no longer worked for us.

I later found out that the job she had gotten while still employed with us (she was working on quitting us apparently, I just beat her to it) didn’t really pan out so she thought she could just Costanza her way back in.

bart wrote:I think I already know the answer to this, but here goes: was she notified in writing that she was fired?

bart wrote:I think I already know the answer to this, but here goes: was she notified in writing that she was fired?

Chris_H_2 wrote:

bart wrote:I think I already know the answer to this, but here goes: was she notified in writing that she was fired?

considering it was wease, i'm sure it was belated

Carl Sandburg wrote: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.

tragabigzanda wrote:

Bammer wrote:Peeps I also got some air pods from a work thing recently.

Anyway I don’t care if the process kills me, I will make sure pizza hut feels the appropriate measure of revenge for that demotion.

they give Air Pods out like candy, but the Pros are a big step up