MarHk; if you haven't yet, write a thank you letter to everyone you interviewed with.  There is nothing that takes less time that will have a greater impact in a job search.

And: hope you move to Indiana.  You owe me a dinner, and it would be easier on me if you were in state.

Ace;  15 years of working with dislocated workers.  Remember; you didn't leave the company; the company left you.

Mark, you know you can't trust Ace. He's the one that was laughing at you in your cool plane.

In fact, I think you should write all them ingrates a letter. Write them a whole bunch of letters. But don't thank them. Thanks for what?

Let them know they were lucky you came to see them. That you had them on their possible list of employers was THEIR lucky day. And that you won't suck up to their outrageous demands.

They didn't go out of their way to see you. You flew all over the country to see them. Spent all the money flying around, and for what?

I say stick it to um' buddy!

Better yet, call them people. Say what's REALLY on your mind. At least that way, on the phone, you can answer them right away. Right off the bat. No waiting for snail mail.

Don't forget to scream and holler too. Shout! Show them you won't be taken for granted ever again. Waste your time or money either.

Next time they have a job opening, they'll surely remember you. They'll call begging for your return. That guy who had all the spunk. The stamina to stand up for himself. Guts! Passion!

It's in the bag dude!!

By the way, if you ever need any more advice about anything, be sure to let me know. I got tons!

Just don't trust Ace.

Good advice Ace. I write everyone thank you letters, because you are right about them not taking much time. I didn't get the Mississippi job, because I wasn't a good fit for their area (I didn't want to move there anyway). The Indiana job didn't work out either as I didn't have the experience they were wanting.

I am still waiting to hear from the St. Louis job. No news is good news. :)

I am still working on the job front though. More opportunities improve the chances of landing one that I want.

I will find out March 29th, if I am in the May 31 bunch. If not, then I will assume the June 30 bunch until I know for sure.

Mark H; too bad I won't be able to have Ace over for dinner in Indiana.

Quote from: Mark H on March 27, 2004, 09:11 hrs
Mark H; too bad I won't be able to have Ace over for dinner in Indiana.

I doubt you'll be missing anything since chicken probably tastes better than an old fool. Ace's stinky feet are bound to leave a terrible after-taste no matter how long you boil them.

Scuzzy; he's a seasoned soldier

I promised that I would not say anything ever again about Scuzzy's
horribly tiny miniature frighteningly small yet alarmingly miniscule feet
and I shall keep my promise and not say anything about them.

If I did, I would note that they could only serve as h'ors doeuvres, based on their small serving size.  Which, I would also note, is horridly puny.

Yes, horrid not horribly.  Although really, either would be correct.

Ace; Scuzzy's feet would also be well seasoned, if one thinks of garlic and onions as the seasoning.  With old cheese.

I tried to shake some sense out of Scuzzy's head, and you know what I got?  Baloney!  And it was just plain old balony, not seasoned baloney or salami.  He should just slap a sub bun on each ear and call his noggin a sandwich.

It was only a joke. Just kidding. Didn't mean it. Not meant to be true. Not serious. Don't take it serious. Yahoo Serious. Don't do it. STOP....... in the name of love! Hold on. Hold up. Back off. Halt! Alto!

Ha; I just noticed nobody even poasts to this thing and it's finally died and slipped way down the list and finally ended.  About time.

Ace; I bet he was only kidding on that stuff he said.

Well, you just didn't poast did you, Ace.  No, I didn't think you did.   Must be dead.

somtimes things take on a life of there own, like A.I. or self perpetuating organic robots  or well you get the picture.
bill

Well, dang it, it WAS dying in peace. Now you done gone and woke the sleeping giant up again.

TORA! TORA! TORA!

Now, for intermission:

In the beginning God created the heaven and the Earth. And the Earth was
without form, and void, and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the
Devil said, "It doesn't get any better than this." And God said, "Let there
be light" and there was light. And God said, "Let the earth bring forth
grass, the herb yielding seed, and the fruit tree yielding fruit," and God
saw that it was good. And the Devil said, "There goes the neighborhood."

And God said, "Let us make Man in our image, after our likeness, and let
them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air
and over the cattle, and over all the Earth, and over every creeping thing
that creepeth upon the Earth." And so God created Man in his own image; male
and female did He create.

And God looked upon Man and Woman and saw that they were lean and fit. And
the Devil said, "I know how I can get back in this game." And God covered
the earth with broccoli and cauliflower and spinach, green and yellow
vegetables of all kinds, so Man and Woman would live long and healthy lives.

And the Devil created McDonald's. And McDonald's brought forth the 79-cent
double cheeseburger. And the Devil said to Man: "You want fries with that?"
And Man said: "Supersize them." And Man gained 5 pounds. And God created the
healthful yogurt, that woman might keep her figure that man found so fair.
And the Devil brought forth chocolate. And Woman gained 5 pounds.

And God said, "Try my crispy fresh salad." And the Devil brought forth Ben
and Jerry's. And Woman gained 10 pounds.

And God said, "I have sent thee heart-healthy vegetables and olive oil with
which to cook them." And the Devil brought forth chicken-fried steak so big
it needed its own platter. And Man gained 10 pounds and his bad cholesterol
went through the roof.

And God brought forth running shoes and Man resolved to lose those extra
pounds.

And the Devil brought forth cable TV with remote control so Man would not
have to toil to change channels between ESPN and ESPN2. And Man gained
another 20 pounds.

And God said, "You're running up the score, Devil." And God brought forth
the potato, a vegetable naturally low in fat and brimming with nutrition.

And the Devil peeled off the healthful skin and sliced the starchy center
into chips and deep-fat fried them. And the Devil created sour cream dip.

And Man clutched his remote control and ate the potato chips swaddled in
cholesterol. And the Devil saw and said, "It is good." And Man went into
cardiac arrest.

And God sighed and created quadruple bypass surgery. And the Devil canceled
Man's health insurance. Then God showed Woman how to peel the skin off
chicken and cook the nourishing whole grain brown rice. And the Devil
created light beer so Man could poison his body with alcohol while feeling
righteous because he had to drink twice as much of the now-insipid brew to
get the same buzz. And Man gained another ten pounds.

And God created the life-giving tofu.
And Woman ventured forth into the land of Godiva Chocolate and upon
returning asked Man: "Do I look fat?"
And the Devil said, "Always tell the truth."

And Man did. And Woman went out from the presence of man and dwelt in the
land of the divorce lawyer, east of the marriage counselor. And Woman put
aside the seeds of the earth and took unto herself comfort food. And God
brought forth Weight-watchers. It didn't help. And God created exercise
machines with easy payments. And man brought forth his Visa at 21 percent.
And the exercise machine went to dwell in the closet of Nod, east of the
polyester leisure suit. And in the fullness of time, Woman received the
exercise machine from Man in the property settlement.

...where it stands next to the sauna-rusting.

And, God said "You are spelling McDonald wrong"


bill

Well, "Bill", if that's your real name (I'm sure..); now the poast slipped right down the page and you can't hardly even see it, anymore.  

I don't think I'd like an exercise machine in a sauna.  Criminy, you could lose your weight in water that way.

I like to exercise while I eat.  I find that helps keep the calories off although you have to do laundry more often.  Do pushups over that soup, or sandwich.  Try to pump while chewing.  Run with the beer, and try to drink and jog.  Put the chips on your stomach during situps.  Instead of the handles of the Nordic Track grab a hoagie in each.  

So is it "MacDonald's"?  I could look it up, but it doesn't matter to me.  It was a good joke even with a typo.  Like giving a brilliant synopsis of the birth of a nation and its reticent value, while misspelling "constitution."  It really doesn't detract.  

Ace; "macdonald" if that's your real name.. I'm sure.  Yeah, right.

OK Ace, you caught me, you 'ole sly fox.

My real name is Bob McDonald- I just use bill macdonald to hide my true identity. Never a good idea to let 'some' people know who you really are.

And while we're on the subject the Arches are yellow, not "Golden" and they're plastic, to boot!

bill(Bob)

Heh!! Bill said fox.

Which brings us to this:

HEAVEN KNOWS

A man and his dog were walking along a road.

The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he
was dead. He remembered dying, and that the dog had been dead for years. He
wondered where the road was leading them. After a while, they came to a
high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine
marble.

At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the
sunlight. When he was standing before it, he saw a magnificent gate in the
arch that looked like mother of pearl, and the street that led to the gate
looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got
closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side. When he was close enough, he
called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"

"This is heaven, sir," the man answered.

"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" The man asked.

"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right
up." The man gestured, and the gate began to open.

"Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" The traveler
asked.

"I'm sorry; sir, but we don't accept pets."

The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued
the way he had been going.

After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a
dirt road which led through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been
closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside,
leaning against a tree and reading a book.

"Excuse me!" He called to the reader. "Do you have any water?"

"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there" The man pointed to a place that
couldn't be seen from outside the gate. "Come on in."

"How about my friend here?" The traveler gestured to the dog.

"There should be a bowl by the pump."

They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old fashioned hand
pump with a bowl beside it. The traveler filled the bowl and took a long
drink himself, then he gave some to the dog. When they were full, he and the
dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree waiting for
them.

"What do you call this place?" The traveler asked.

"This is heaven," was the answer.

"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said
that was heaven, too."

"Oh, you mean the place with the Gold Street and pearly gates? Nope. That's
hell."

"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"

"No. I can see how you might think so, but we're just happy that they screen
out the folks who'll leave their best friends behind."

Then the guy, and his dog, went up to a third gate that was golden and glimmering and majestic and had a pump and two glasses, and he asked

"What is this place?"

And the guy at the gate said "This is Heaven."

And the guy asked the guy; do they let in cats here?  

And the gate guy said "No chance."  And the guy and his dog said,

"Cool!"

ace; ok, that wasn't much, but it was short, huh? And a wonderful moral.

Hey! What the heck? I thought when someone put to text what someone said, it was supposed to be in quotes?

For example:

And the guy asked the guy; do they let in cats here?

Shouldn't that read:

And the guy asked the guy; "Do they let in cats here?"

Yeah, OK..... you can go back and change it. You sure can. Sure would make me look like a fool. Not the first time.

But if you change it, you'll get busted by the last modified tattle tale time stamp. If you modify your poast after I press the Post button below, it'll show you changed what I was talking about in the above poast.

Then I won't be the fool any more. Nope.

HAH!

'Moron' is French for 'Jester'
'The Blob' is English for 'Ace's butt'

Quote from: Ace on March 31, 2004, 19:12 hrs
And the guy asked the guy; do they let in cats here?  

Here is the proof for you Steve! Ace can't make you look like a fool now as he is the true fool.

Mark H

HA! Now he can't talk his way out of this one.

Good idea. (I never use those quote thingys)

The teacher got busted. Ace made an Ace out of himself.

'Neener, neener, neener' is Mongolian for 'Ace is a weiner'.

I don't believe that Ace could string enough cohesive words together to accomplish talking his way out of something. That takes some understanding of the English language, which is beyond Ace's capabilities. Just look at his posts to see the proof.

Anyone here have a generic pop tart he can email me?  Better use Winzip first to compress it.  I tried emailing a stray cat once, but the scanner/fax would not do a catscan.

Sorry Wizbang, but I ate the pop tart already. My cat would let me have it if I tried to scan him. :o

No, it shouldn't read

And the guy asked the guy; "Do they let cats in here?"
it would be
And the guy asked the guy, "Do they let cats in here?"

How foolish.

Oh, and Mark; it would be "Sorry, Whizbang" not "Sorry Wizbang."  At least I spelled "Mark" right.

How foolhardy.

Ace; it's easier if you just import jokes, since then the spelling is probably intact.  

Since we?ve been delving into electricity and resistance elsewhere in this room, I was going to add to it with an honest, real electricity/resistance question.  I was going to start a new thread.  But then I realized, hey, we?ve already got a thread going just for this kind of stuff, so here it is.

I have a chandelier in my front hallway with 21 25-watt bulbs.  21 X 25 = 525 watts.  Since 525 watts is a lot of light, even in the large space it?s in, I?ve installed a dimmer switch.  I?ve always though that the further the lights are dimmed, the less power is consumed, but my father-in-law thinks I?m wrong.  He feels that no matter how bright the lights are, 525 watts are being used because the wattage restricted by the dimmer is converted to heat.  I have to admit that this makes some sense.  To take this further, possibly the presence of the dimmer increases the total wattage to something more than 525 watts, since I think the dimmer switch itself consumes some power, even when on full-tilt.

Anyone wanna take a crack at this?  Maybe we can start a new room here to knock This Old House/Fine Homebuilding off of the net?

Quote from: JimS on April 01, 2004, 19:04 hrs
Since we?ve been delving into electricity and resistance elsewhere in this room, I was going to add to it with an honest, real electricity/resistance question.  I was going to start a new thread.  But then I realized, hey, we?ve already got a thread going just for this kind of stuff, so here it is.

I have a chandelier in my front hallway with 21 25-watt bulbs.  21 X 25 = 525 watts.  Since 525 watts is a lot of light, even in the large space it?s in, I?ve installed a dimmer switch.  I?ve always though that the further the lights are dimmed, the less power is consumed, but my father-in-law thinks I?m wrong.  He feels that no matter how bright the lights are, 525 watts are being used because the wattage restricted by the dimmer is converted to heat.  I have to admit that this makes some sense.  To take this further, possibly the presence of the dimmer increases the total wattage to something more than 525 watts, since I think the dimmer switch itself consumes some power, even when on full-tilt.

Anyone wanna take a crack at this?  Maybe we can start a new room here to knock This Old House/Fine Homebuilding off of the net?

A dimmer switch is a current limiting device that causes an increased voltage drop across the resisting switch which reduces the voltage drop across each of the light bulbs, which would be shared equally since they are in parallel.  Since the total voltage drop across the switch and the parallel bulb array is always constant, within the limits of the power company regulation, any increase in the resistance through the switch limiter also decreases the power.  

V(voltage)=I(current) X R(resistance 1) + I(current) X R(resistance 2).  In order for "V" to be constant, the current will drop as the resistance is increased.  Since Power = VI, as the current, "I" decreases, the overall power to the system will drop.

NOTE: Whizbang and I are good. We're on the ball too, as we were both writing our answers to you at the same time. Since I poasted second, I'll still leave it as it was.
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I'll have to disagree with your father-in-law.

Your lights are dimmed by a rheostat. (Ace's lights are dimmed because he's a moron)

A rheostat is basically a voltage regulator which regulates the current. (A resistor for regulating current) It's kinda like the volume control on a radio.

If you put a volt meter on one of the light sockets, then dim the lights, you'll see the voltage drop.

Current used by the light bulbs is turned to heat and light by the resistance of the filament. If the rheostat used just as much current as the bulbs, it would get just as hot as the combination of all the lights you are dimming. In other words, you'd melt the rheostat.

A rheostat doesn't consume electricity the same way a light bulb does. It restricts it by dropping voltage, same as a resistor.

A simple test to show a rheostat drops power use.

Take a battery operated radio and install new batteries. Keep the battery cover off. Turn it on, but keep the volume to a minimum, turned all the way down. With the battery cover off, check the voltage left in the batteries every few hours. Keep notes of time passed and voltage left.

When you've run those batteries down, start all over with new batteries. This time, turn the volume up all the way. Now check the batteries every few hours and see how long they last. Keep notes.

The speaker is going to consume the most energy from the batteries. (The speaker is a power hog) If you cut the volume down, (dimming the speaker) this is the same as dimming the lights.

Less power used.

Can't let the batteries (and Ace says I can't spell)in this eternal poast die.  

'Lectricity really comes from the gnomes in the Hall of the Mountain King playing with big combs and sheep.
bill

Yea! The season for static electricity is going away! It gets old picking up static charges sliding into my truck and then back out. Good thing I discharge when I touch the door, or I could have problems at gas pumps. :o

Thanks, guys.  Although my father-in-law's theory sounded plausible to me, I'll try not to gloat...

Gloat away Jim. Take any chance you can to get one over on your father-in-law.

(But only if you are right, cuz he might fool you on the next one :-)

Right now I'm running a gloss black and chrome Volkswagen Karmen Ghia, a 1972 import. (yes, the speed is in Kilometres. No, I don't understand it. I just follow dutifully behind the next guy). I bought it off a guy for $1000, he imported it from germany for $800, and I've poured a hell of a lot more into the car to transform it into the suburban midnight death machine. Of course, I live a whole state away from it, now, My drivers liscense has expired, and it's more of a 'work in progress' than anything remotely terrifying.

You realize you can't buy beer with an expired driver's license?

and ESD is a myth, anyways.

HA HA HA HA HA HA!

Hey JIM!

How'd your F.I.L. take the answers?

Inquiring minds want to know :-)