Lest I fall into the trap of the mainstream media and only report bad news:
Carl is 22, he came in as part of the 2nd wave, last August (the recent hirings are 4th wave). I knew he was going to be a father, he's been excited about it since he found out. Carl has been on time every day except when he asked to go for an ultra-sound with his girl friend 2 months ago. Monday I overheard a conversation between him and some of the guys from the other part of the plant in the canteen.
"Man, what'd you go and get married for. Now she won't get no money from the State"
"I don't care, he's going to have my last name on his birth certificate"
"Man, you stupid. Just shack up then she can get money from the State"
"I don't want money from the State. I want to be married"
"Man, you stupid"
Tell me at least part of the problem in the black community isn't cultural.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
(Relatively) painless
O.K. All hired up and fully staffed after just 3 days of interviews. As mentioned earlier, sleeper B is back for a second chance, and one more young man was hired. He had the complete 2 year automotive course in high school, so maybe he can move up into a mechanic's spot later. Also hired- 1 young lady with computer skills. She's starting out in the testing laboratory, but she may wind up as a clerk for the production area.
The others are all 35 years old (+). One guy has what can only be described as contagious enthusiasm. He worked one job for 14 years, before the plant shut down. He then got his liscence to drive trucks, but didn't like being away from home. 2 other woment were hired as well for quality control and/or the testing laboratory.
Keep your fingers crossed.
The others are all 35 years old (+). One guy has what can only be described as contagious enthusiasm. He worked one job for 14 years, before the plant shut down. He then got his liscence to drive trucks, but didn't like being away from home. 2 other woment were hired as well for quality control and/or the testing laboratory.
Keep your fingers crossed.
Monday, April 23, 2007
Oh yeah this will do....
Interviewing again- I generraly trust my secretary to "pre-screen" applicants, but she occasionally lets one get through. Remember the young man with the hoodie covering everything but his eyes and nose?
So, she interupts my lunch saying she has one I "really need to talk to." O.K. I tell her to bring her on down. It turns out to be an extremely pulchritudinous young woman wearing a halter top and low riser jeans. She has enough metal through holes in her ears, lips, cheeks, and eyebrows to make a new machine for the plant. Tattoed on her right forearm in large letters is "Bossy", on her abdomen just above her jeans is "Delicious", in the back partially obscured by the elastic of her exposed thong is "Lickit". I give her the tour of the plant just like I do all the other applicants who make it past Lauri, and it becomes apparent she is acquainted with several of the guys on the floor. As we walk past each work area the guys stop to watch. "O.K. I'll have to fuss at the guys" I think. It's their problem, not hers.
Until we are walking out of the department and she stops at the door, leans forward to put her hands on her knees, and grinds her hips for about 1.5 seconds.
It took me 30 minutes to get the guys back on task. I'm afraid she might be a disruption.
I asked Lauri what the hell she was thinking. She implied she owed me one for something but was vague about it.
I didn't hire the young lady because she didn't have the computer skills I was looking for.
So, she interupts my lunch saying she has one I "really need to talk to." O.K. I tell her to bring her on down. It turns out to be an extremely pulchritudinous young woman wearing a halter top and low riser jeans. She has enough metal through holes in her ears, lips, cheeks, and eyebrows to make a new machine for the plant. Tattoed on her right forearm in large letters is "Bossy", on her abdomen just above her jeans is "Delicious", in the back partially obscured by the elastic of her exposed thong is "Lickit". I give her the tour of the plant just like I do all the other applicants who make it past Lauri, and it becomes apparent she is acquainted with several of the guys on the floor. As we walk past each work area the guys stop to watch. "O.K. I'll have to fuss at the guys" I think. It's their problem, not hers.
Until we are walking out of the department and she stops at the door, leans forward to put her hands on her knees, and grinds her hips for about 1.5 seconds.
It took me 30 minutes to get the guys back on task. I'm afraid she might be a disruption.
I asked Lauri what the hell she was thinking. She implied she owed me one for something but was vague about it.
I didn't hire the young lady because she didn't have the computer skills I was looking for.
Second Chances
I'm giving Sleeper B a 2nd chance. His father works for me and swears the boy learned his lesson. Out of courtesy and respect to his father as much as anything I'm bringing him back. I am even a little optimistic that he will work out this time.
A little....
A little....
Sunday, April 15, 2007
How does a guy...
get ot be just a little bit "dangerous?"
all my adult life people, especially women, have judged me to be "safe." Whenever we are out (the beach, NY city, etc) people ask me to take their picture with their camers because I look "safe" or "trustworthy." I guess I'm all... somebody (Ward Cleaver, maybe?) and not the least bit Hugh Jackman.
Today on the flight from Amsterdam to Birmingham (pronounced Birmnghm) I was seated next to a lady with a midlands English accent who was my age, maybe a year or 2 younger. We talked prior to take-off, but me being 6'3" and 265 lbs, and her having a Reubinesque figure we were a little tight against the arm rest between us. After we were airborn she folded the armrest up then shifted her weight to right hip, which pressed her left hip fully against me. She must have felt me tense up becauase she turned and said "It's alright love- I'm safe and so are you."
I replied "Oh no, I might be dangerous and one of those men your mother warned you about."
"No, your quite harmless. Your eyes give you away" and with that she turned back around again pressed against me with her left side.
So, how do I lose the Ward Cleaver and get a little Wolverine going?
all my adult life people, especially women, have judged me to be "safe." Whenever we are out (the beach, NY city, etc) people ask me to take their picture with their camers because I look "safe" or "trustworthy." I guess I'm all... somebody (Ward Cleaver, maybe?) and not the least bit Hugh Jackman.
Today on the flight from Amsterdam to Birmingham (pronounced Birmnghm) I was seated next to a lady with a midlands English accent who was my age, maybe a year or 2 younger. We talked prior to take-off, but me being 6'3" and 265 lbs, and her having a Reubinesque figure we were a little tight against the arm rest between us. After we were airborn she folded the armrest up then shifted her weight to right hip, which pressed her left hip fully against me. She must have felt me tense up becauase she turned and said "It's alright love- I'm safe and so are you."
I replied "Oh no, I might be dangerous and one of those men your mother warned you about."
"No, your quite harmless. Your eyes give you away" and with that she turned back around again pressed against me with her left side.
So, how do I lose the Ward Cleaver and get a little Wolverine going?
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Greetings from amster-Amster
dam-dam-dam
It's wierd- I'm tapped in through the wireless network at Schipol Airport, and all the blogspot instructions are in Dutch.
It's wierd- I'm tapped in through the wireless network at Schipol Airport, and all the blogspot instructions are in Dutch.
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