Damn you, Ms. Altman, damn you. Why the fuck does a potential saw-mill worker need to know applied algebraic equations? FUCK! You would think that a good work ethic, to-die-for loyalty, being dependable, and being young and strong and capable of listing weights up to 100 lbs would rank higher on the "needed skills" list. Fucking damn algebra. How the hell does running a saw require knowing what the fuck x equals. What, do you need fucking algebra to know how many fingers you will have left after 30 years working in a saw mill? Lets see, if x = number of fingers left, and y = how much money I'd have after retiring from a job like that, and z = how much of a flying piece of monkey shit I give about losing fingers, I think the following is the only algebra one needs to know: x + -654,846,513,219,873,148y > 4,654,886z In case you are horribly confused by now, I have a test tomorrow (Thursday) to take in order to get an interview with a huge mill close to home making killah money. Damn. If your math test score isn't high enough they don't even consider the rest of the test or your resume. I've always said, "Get me in an interview, and I'll land a job." I excel at people skills, relating to interviewers, and causing them to orgasm at my charm, intellect, wit, and my ability to show them exactly why they need to look no further than me to fill the job. I live for interviews. Why, God, why?!?!?? I hate fucking math. Thanks for letting me rant.
Is it the ACT test? Journey Lineman (as in electric lines, not football) at my work have to take and pass that test before they're even elligible for employment. If they don't pass, they don't even get interviewed. I'm pretty sure that the construction guys do to. And I know for a fact that they don't use applied algebra. They get trained on everything they'll need to do on the job after they pass the test and get hired. Same with my job as a map draftsman. I had to pass a math test and these other spacial orientation tests, etc to even get my application in. Out of the three tests I had to take, only one was even slightly representative of skills I need on the job. One lady was working the same job as I am for three years as a contractor. Once a permanent position with the company opened up, she jumped at the chance and applied. All of the other employees really liked her and respected her work. The supervisor she'd been working under the whole time was the one who was conducting interviews for the open spot, and he told her she was a lock. She was really a good mapper. BUT she had to pass the test battery first. And she failed. Twice. You fail once, 6 months later you get another try. Fail again, and that's it, out the door. Kinda fucked up, but that just goes to show how much the test has to do with the actual work. Good luck on that test, retard. I would say grab one of those ACT study books, but the test is tomorrow and it's too late to study now. Just get some good rest and don't stress out. If it's anything like my tests were, then work quickly but don't guess on answers. My tests were scored where a correct answer was worth plus points, an unanswered question was worth 0, and an incorrect deducted points. Then you pass or fail depending on your total score. Well, I'm sure you'll do fine. You'll be paying your union dues and using those nice medical benefits to stitch your fingers back on before you know it. And if somehow you don't get the job, well... there's always the power company.
As any polish guy after high school and doing uni, I excell at cheating. Really, high school is really good for one thing - learn to cheat on the big final exam. With around 5 teachers looking behind your shoulder, and the threat of being caught any minute and disqualified, cheating at that point is mastery. That said, I was damn lucky, I didn't need to cheat. All the questions I had was stuff I studied for.
I bet your wife would care, if you could no longer perform the 'required' services due to your lack of fingers. I also don't think prosthetic ones would do a good job either. As for the maths, well, it sucks to be you. My advice - take a calculator that knows more than you do. I've got this big sonavabitch that needs 4 AAA batteries, but I only need to know where to put the numbers and it'll draw graphs, solve equations, you name it. If there were any way to get it to you on time, I'd lend it to you, but as it is... Oh yeah, it's also probably a good idea to find out about this sort of stuff before the test next time hey?
before anyone else says it. that was gravediggin' jus' thought id tell you. im no saint myself esp when it comes to gravediggin' but anwho...
Are you insane? The last post was, what, two days ago? My apologies if it was gravedigging, but I think that's a little over the top...
"Dad, is there anything worse than a gravedigger?" "Why, yes my son. It's a deluded person who flames other people for gravedigs he imagines they did."
i admit that ikm deluded but i wasnt flaming. this is flaming u r a dumbass u thought i was flaming when i wasnt. jee, and i thought humans were at least semi-intelligent btw not meant to be taken seriously
Mr Wolf, spell properly and use proper grammar, or I'll be forced to edit your posts, ala Matt. I doubt you would like it.
Mr. Wolf, record time, ol chap, turning a thread into a poop stew. Milo, the test was the TABE, Adult Basic Education. And I fucking creamed it. I really feel pretty good about it, which as you guys know, means I probably bombed it. Heh. Anyway, hopefully the mill¹ (SQUEEEEEAAALLLLL) will be calling me in a month or so. Like I said, I get into an interview, and that job is mine like a three dollar hooker on Wednesday night. Hopefully, the fingers will be flying before long. ¹"AINtry?!?! This river doan go tuh Aintry!" EDIT: Just got accepted into a 6 week CDL (Certified Drivers License) course. Also got hired by local Pepsi distributor. And, surprise surprise! They have 2, count'em, 2 openings for a CDL class driver. Hey-ill yeeaah! "That's when the big bucks start coming in." So, everybody wish me luck. Got a wife about to quit her job to go to school to be a dental hygienist, and there might be a young'in in the near future, I hope. So say a prayer fer me, or light a candle, or do an interpretive dance, or send me a little money. Thanks.
I'll do your wife for you, even though she's used goods at this stage. You know, help with the whole pregnancy thing. Everyone knows that rednecks are rednecks because they need to compensate for their lack of prowess in the bedroom. Not that there's anything wrong with that... Also, what the hell is a CDL? Are there different levels of 'being able to drive a car'? Unless you have to drive a semi of course, which now that I think about it makes more sense. Carry on...
gotta admit, that is some shithouse spelling. Jarinor, what do i care if you edit my posts? please, if i post something stupid, spammy or accusing someone of gravedigging when they're not just edit it to something like... i am a fucking dumbass. it's surprising i can speak now cause i have a pole up my ass. hmm...i like that
So Retard, if you have 8 sexy woman and 3 men and all of the women can have sex for 8 hours each and all the men can have sex for 12 hours each, how many hours will it be before each man has had sex with each woman? (I don't know what the hell I'm talking about. Humor me.)
It'll never happen. No women is that slutty (except for prostitutes, which I assume we aren't talking about) and no guy wants sloppy seconds. If he does, he's gay.
Well, while I do appreciate your willingness to help, I don't think that would work. You see, after driving a Hummer for 2 years, it would be hard to step down to a Mini. You said it. Certified Drivers Licenses are required for persons operating vehicles with a GVWR (Gross Vehicle Weight Ratio) of more than 26,000 lbs. Yeah. Don't want the high school kiddies driving semi's around, no sir.
Hummer = All grunt, no finesse, doesn't care about the passengers. Mini = Fine construction, great handling and a smooth ride. The only thing hard for her about stepping down to a Mini is getting the choke chain off her neck.