Today at 2pm. Internal position, teller manager at one of our branches farther west in Omaha. If a certain teller from that location applied for it, there's no way I'd get it because she's been here longer and she's darn good at her job.
No word from the other place.
My church is doing a small Advent study. Starts tonight. Should be interesting, just like all those times in the Presbyterian church.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Oh yeah... my blog!
Hm... what's new.
I hate my job. I had a review last month regarding my performance. My supervisor (who I thought appreciated my work) gave me a 3.09 out of 5. Gave me a 25 cent an hour raise too. I was angry about the review and the raise, calmed down, then on the ride home I figured out the numbers and realized I had been given a 2% raise. Completely insulting considering my already low pay.
They fired my coworker that I disliked, but because of that I'm now the only full time teller at a bank that used to have 4 full time tellers. Still I chug along at 9.25 an hour.
I had an interview at another local bank two weeks ago. It'd be doing new accounts and some tellering. More responsibilty, a bump in pay, better health insurance company, less commute, no more BS from the bank at which I currently work. They still haven't made a decision. I talked to one of the guys I interviewed with on Friday, still no decisions.
Got a new computer, had the day off from work in honor of Vetran's Day, and one of my best friends got his second nephew today. I got to hold a child that was less than 3 hours old. It don't get much better than that.
I hate my job. I had a review last month regarding my performance. My supervisor (who I thought appreciated my work) gave me a 3.09 out of 5. Gave me a 25 cent an hour raise too. I was angry about the review and the raise, calmed down, then on the ride home I figured out the numbers and realized I had been given a 2% raise. Completely insulting considering my already low pay.
They fired my coworker that I disliked, but because of that I'm now the only full time teller at a bank that used to have 4 full time tellers. Still I chug along at 9.25 an hour.
I had an interview at another local bank two weeks ago. It'd be doing new accounts and some tellering. More responsibilty, a bump in pay, better health insurance company, less commute, no more BS from the bank at which I currently work. They still haven't made a decision. I talked to one of the guys I interviewed with on Friday, still no decisions.
Got a new computer, had the day off from work in honor of Vetran's Day, and one of my best friends got his second nephew today. I got to hold a child that was less than 3 hours old. It don't get much better than that.
Thursday, October 4, 2007
A Haiku for Everyone
Not too much going on. Found this today, made me laugh.
Haikus are easy
But sometimes they don't make sense
Refrigerator
Have a good day!
Haikus are easy
But sometimes they don't make sense
Refrigerator
Have a good day!
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Ok, let's take this inside
Last night my roommate Dave and I drove from Omaha to Iowa City to see They Might Be Giants (http://www.tmbg.com/), one of our favorite bands, play a show. We left Omaha at about 3, drove through driving wind and rain in little Kimchi, my car. There was a wicked storm between Des Moines and Iowa City that was pushing west. I considered stopping and waiting it out, but knowing how weather works in Iowa, I knew it'd be better just to outrun it. It was fun times, I tell ya. (Ange, don't tell Mom!)
So we got to the venue, was in a ballroom at the a student union on the UofI campus. We went upstairs, wandered around until we found it, then stood in the lobby area for a couple minutes before I asked one of the staff if we were supposed to be there yet. He told us we were supposed to wait downstairs, so we went, waited about ten minutes then went back up. We ended up about 6 feet from the stage, it was awesome.
The opening act was actually quite good. They were Oppenheimer (www.myspace.com/Oppenheimer) a duo from Belfast, Ireland. They played electronic music. If you find electronic music weird and cool like I do, you should check them out. The title of the blog is a line from one of their songs.
The show was awesome, TMBG played a lot of songs off their new album and many of my favorites. We left Iowa City at 1215a and returned to Omaha at around 4a, extra time due to fog. And Kimchi is really bad for sleeping in if you're riding shotgun.
So we got to the venue, was in a ballroom at the a student union on the UofI campus. We went upstairs, wandered around until we found it, then stood in the lobby area for a couple minutes before I asked one of the staff if we were supposed to be there yet. He told us we were supposed to wait downstairs, so we went, waited about ten minutes then went back up. We ended up about 6 feet from the stage, it was awesome.
The opening act was actually quite good. They were Oppenheimer (www.myspace.com/Oppenheimer) a duo from Belfast, Ireland. They played electronic music. If you find electronic music weird and cool like I do, you should check them out. The title of the blog is a line from one of their songs.
The show was awesome, TMBG played a lot of songs off their new album and many of my favorites. We left Iowa City at 1215a and returned to Omaha at around 4a, extra time due to fog. And Kimchi is really bad for sleeping in if you're riding shotgun.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
...
So I called in sick today, was told that unless I was really ill I needed to come in because we're shorthanded. So I come in, and I just learned that I get to work while sick and I don't get promoted.
I'm so very frustrated and mad right now.
I'm so very frustrated and mad right now.
Monday, September 10, 2007
Update and Huuugs!
Had an interview today. I think I hate interviews as well.
Check out the new blog link I have up. Phillipe is sure to brighten your day.
Links are that way.
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Check out the new blog link I have up. Phillipe is sure to brighten your day.
Links are that way.
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Thursday, September 6, 2007
Wait... TODAY is the sixth?
I'm trying to get a promotion to a teller manager or a personal banker, working 5 blocks from my house at a new branch as my bank changes from Nebraska State Bank (NSB) to Mutual of Omaha Bank (MoOB or MofO Bank[snicker snicker]). I applied for the positions a month and a half ago.
Tuesday I get a call saying they'd like me to go on to step two, an online personality assesment. The lady asks me if I'd be able to get it done by Friday morning. No problem, of course. I get the email last night at 1030p. They had sent it at 230p, but I had a half day so I wasn't much concerned about my emails. I read it, says much the same thing, tells me I need to complete it by 3pm on 9/6/07. I assume that's Friday, as the lady said.
I'm finishing my laundry at 1230a so I can wear socks to the bank today and a random thought slides through my brain, connecting the date with random numbers, 5-7. I pull out my phone, look to see that it's Sept 06 and realize that, tired as I am, I'm in no shape to do a personality test that can take 1.5 hours. So I called my supervisor at 8a, she let me come into work after I got the assessments done.
They were all true or false with questions like, and I kid you not:
"If I were in charge I could really get this country moving again."
"I have powerful enemies."
"I can do things better than people I know."
"I enjoy punting small dogs."
Ok, that last one is fake. I hate personality tests.
Tuesday I get a call saying they'd like me to go on to step two, an online personality assesment. The lady asks me if I'd be able to get it done by Friday morning. No problem, of course. I get the email last night at 1030p. They had sent it at 230p, but I had a half day so I wasn't much concerned about my emails. I read it, says much the same thing, tells me I need to complete it by 3pm on 9/6/07. I assume that's Friday, as the lady said.
I'm finishing my laundry at 1230a so I can wear socks to the bank today and a random thought slides through my brain, connecting the date with random numbers, 5-7. I pull out my phone, look to see that it's Sept 06 and realize that, tired as I am, I'm in no shape to do a personality test that can take 1.5 hours. So I called my supervisor at 8a, she let me come into work after I got the assessments done.
They were all true or false with questions like, and I kid you not:
"If I were in charge I could really get this country moving again."
"I have powerful enemies."
"I can do things better than people I know."
"I enjoy punting small dogs."
Ok, that last one is fake. I hate personality tests.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
"Roast" Pork and Apple Dinner in a Pan
4 pork chops, 3/4 inch thick
1 onion, sliced
2 red apples, sliced
2 Tablespoons of Balsamic vinagrette dressing
1 teaspoon of dried thyme leaves
2c. sliced mushrooms
1 1/2c. white minute rice (uncooked)
10 1/2oz. chicken broth
broth can of water
Cook pork in large sauce pan sprayed with non-stick cooking spray until brown on both sides
add onions, mushrooms and dressing, cook for about 5 minutes
Add apples, broth, water, rice, thyme and stir until cooked through.
Made that last night for my roommates. It's from the Food &Family Magazine that I mentioned below. Was good stuff.
1 onion, sliced
2 red apples, sliced
2 Tablespoons of Balsamic vinagrette dressing
1 teaspoon of dried thyme leaves
2c. sliced mushrooms
1 1/2c. white minute rice (uncooked)
10 1/2oz. chicken broth
broth can of water
Cook pork in large sauce pan sprayed with non-stick cooking spray until brown on both sides
add onions, mushrooms and dressing, cook for about 5 minutes
Add apples, broth, water, rice, thyme and stir until cooked through.
Made that last night for my roommates. It's from the Food &Family Magazine that I mentioned below. Was good stuff.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
...As A Cucumber, Baby!
So I was working yesterday, typical Friday, cashing checks, being nice, having little old ladies tell me they just love my hair, etc. So a guy comes in to cash a check. I take down his current address, copy down his driver's license number and put the information into our computer. Red flag on the account. Account is closed. I check the messages on the account they say "Account is closed, she is deceased." Yeah, this guy is cashing a dead lady's check.
I call over my supervisor, point out the message and such, so she tells the guy that funds are not available and she'll have to talk to bookkeeping. She heads back to them and so he and I stand there and wait. We're getting our roof redone at the bank and the guys working on it are very loud. He asked what it was and I told him, then I talked to him about how the celing had poured down water in the manager's office. We talked about Russia resuming their strategic bomber patrols, going near Guam, England and Norway. We both found that amusing and awesome. At one point he asked if they were running the check through the NSA, mentioned that if there weren't funds he'd just not give them the car he was selling them, that the girl he got it from had mentioned that the may need to transfer it from savings, etc. All the while I'm memorizing his appearance, wondering if I can reproduce the tattoo on his neck, etc. I kept him talking for a good 5 minutes, helped a couple other customers, and finally through the front door comes Patty, the head of our mortgage loans with her husband, bodyguard for the mayor and former police officer, and their daughter, who is a uniformed, if off duty, police officer.
My supervisor, while back in bookkeeping, was talking to them about this forged check, calling 911, making copies of the check and his ID, calling Patty, stressing out, trying to get people to hurry because she was afraid the guy was going to bolt, etc.
The off-duty officer is talking to the guy in the conference room, someone from bookkeeping went out with Patty's husband John to get his accomplice to come in and answer some questions. Over the course of the next hour we had 4 more officers, people writing reports, people getting information, customers coming in and out, people asking information about what was happening that we can't give, etc.
They marched him and his accomplice, a 17 year old girl, out in handcuffs. Everyone at the branch were amazed that I was able to stall and keep him there the whole time. The bookkeepers were wondering if I should keep an eye out over my shoulder for that guy coming after me. I told them not to worry, I have swords at home. It was a pretty exciting Friday.
And, I rock.
I call over my supervisor, point out the message and such, so she tells the guy that funds are not available and she'll have to talk to bookkeeping. She heads back to them and so he and I stand there and wait. We're getting our roof redone at the bank and the guys working on it are very loud. He asked what it was and I told him, then I talked to him about how the celing had poured down water in the manager's office. We talked about Russia resuming their strategic bomber patrols, going near Guam, England and Norway. We both found that amusing and awesome. At one point he asked if they were running the check through the NSA, mentioned that if there weren't funds he'd just not give them the car he was selling them, that the girl he got it from had mentioned that the may need to transfer it from savings, etc. All the while I'm memorizing his appearance, wondering if I can reproduce the tattoo on his neck, etc. I kept him talking for a good 5 minutes, helped a couple other customers, and finally through the front door comes Patty, the head of our mortgage loans with her husband, bodyguard for the mayor and former police officer, and their daughter, who is a uniformed, if off duty, police officer.
My supervisor, while back in bookkeeping, was talking to them about this forged check, calling 911, making copies of the check and his ID, calling Patty, stressing out, trying to get people to hurry because she was afraid the guy was going to bolt, etc.
The off-duty officer is talking to the guy in the conference room, someone from bookkeeping went out with Patty's husband John to get his accomplice to come in and answer some questions. Over the course of the next hour we had 4 more officers, people writing reports, people getting information, customers coming in and out, people asking information about what was happening that we can't give, etc.
They marched him and his accomplice, a 17 year old girl, out in handcuffs. Everyone at the branch were amazed that I was able to stall and keep him there the whole time. The bookkeepers were wondering if I should keep an eye out over my shoulder for that guy coming after me. I told them not to worry, I have swords at home. It was a pretty exciting Friday.
And, I rock.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
I oppose the administration giving Martian-Americans the right to vote!
What's that you say? "You're crazy, Jeff, Bush has no plans to give Martian-Americans the franchise?" I say it does not matter if there is intent, I must send a letter to the president, alert the media that I have done so, and oppose this idea!
Rediculous, right? Similar things are happening. http://politicalticker.blogs.cnn.com/ Reports Obama and Clinton opposing the military draft and letting the Bush administration know about it. Bush supports an all volunteer army, has no intent to institute a draft, but by god, the Democrats are going to let us know that they oppose the mythical draft that likely doesn't exist. Good on them for it, too! I take comfort in the fact that all non-existant doctrine will be opposed by the Democrats! Nice job upholding the checks and balances, folks!
Not that I'm a staunch Republican, but crap doctrine is crap doctrine. Wish I could make news by tilting against windmills.
Rediculous, right? Similar things are happening. http://politicalticker.blogs.cnn.com/ Reports Obama and Clinton opposing the military draft and letting the Bush administration know about it. Bush supports an all volunteer army, has no intent to institute a draft, but by god, the Democrats are going to let us know that they oppose the mythical draft that likely doesn't exist. Good on them for it, too! I take comfort in the fact that all non-existant doctrine will be opposed by the Democrats! Nice job upholding the checks and balances, folks!
Not that I'm a staunch Republican, but crap doctrine is crap doctrine. Wish I could make news by tilting against windmills.
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Best. Magazine. Ever
This weekend I was up in NW Iowa visiting my maternal grandmother and that side of the family. Saturday we met up at my favorite Aunt Joyce's house and the ladies were swapping recipies. My favorite Aunt Lori (let me explain. Mom has three sisters. There's my favorite Aunt Joyce and my favorite Aunt Lori and my Aunt Esther) had a magazine from Kraft called... Food & Family, I believe. I know there was assonance and an ampersand (ooo, look, aliteration). But it's this magazine they put out seasonally, and it's FREE. Appeals to my half-Dutch nearly-impoverished heart. It's filled with lots of simple recipies that look stinkin' good. Even the ads had recipies on them. I signed myself and my mother up for it. Lori let me keep four of them, which I promptly left in my parents' SUV. Anyway, check out www.kraftfoods.com/share to sign up. Worth every penny you don't pay, I promise.
It was a good weekend. And my cousin's 7 month old daughter is very cute, content and only spit up on my twice. Got to hold her twice as well... I'm sure there's not a connection there... 'twas a good weekend. What does one call his cousin's daughter?
Death Jeth
It was a good weekend. And my cousin's 7 month old daughter is very cute, content and only spit up on my twice. Got to hold her twice as well... I'm sure there's not a connection there... 'twas a good weekend. What does one call his cousin's daughter?
Death Jeth
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
Spoiler alert! It's the newspaper!
WARNING: THIS BLOG CONTAINS NO SPOILERS!
Friday night comes. The long-awaited book is for sale. The book we've been waiting for before we knew there would even be a second book. Harry Potter number 7, the final installment.
I grab my copy, start reading it Saturday morning until 3, then at work from 8 until noon. I read. I put it down, digesting what I've read, savoring the experience. Sunday (yeah, the day after) I hear the local paper has released what happened. Apparently it's upside down and backwards, necessitating reading it in a mirror, but it's still there. Annoying, but at least I can ignore it.
Tuesday, I'm still reading, still enjoying. I'm pretty sure what's going to end up happening, but still savoring the moment when I read it for myself. I walk down from the bank to Arby's, order my food and wait for it standing at the counter, book open and reading, clearly NOT finished with the book. The guy behind the counter says, "Psst! He..." and I'm not going to tell you that part. Then he makes an "it's nothing" gesture and says, "It was in the paper."
Honestly, I'm shocked that I didn't snap on him. But in actuality, it's not the fault of him entirely. Granted, he was a butthead (can I say butthead on here? I can say butthead? Ok, good) but the fault lies with the papers. Printing the end of a series of books some of us have been reading for 7 years.
They did this with what happened to Captain America (still not spoiling anything) and what Spiderman did (hey, I promised no spoilers). Movie reviewers don't give out the endings to movies, why do book reviewers feel the need to spoil what could be weeks in the reading? It's just impolite and almost cruel. It needs ta stop.
/endrant
Friday night comes. The long-awaited book is for sale. The book we've been waiting for before we knew there would even be a second book. Harry Potter number 7, the final installment.
I grab my copy, start reading it Saturday morning until 3, then at work from 8 until noon. I read. I put it down, digesting what I've read, savoring the experience. Sunday (yeah, the day after) I hear the local paper has released what happened. Apparently it's upside down and backwards, necessitating reading it in a mirror, but it's still there. Annoying, but at least I can ignore it.
Tuesday, I'm still reading, still enjoying. I'm pretty sure what's going to end up happening, but still savoring the moment when I read it for myself. I walk down from the bank to Arby's, order my food and wait for it standing at the counter, book open and reading, clearly NOT finished with the book. The guy behind the counter says, "Psst! He..." and I'm not going to tell you that part. Then he makes an "it's nothing" gesture and says, "It was in the paper."
Honestly, I'm shocked that I didn't snap on him. But in actuality, it's not the fault of him entirely. Granted, he was a butthead (can I say butthead on here? I can say butthead? Ok, good) but the fault lies with the papers. Printing the end of a series of books some of us have been reading for 7 years.
They did this with what happened to Captain America (still not spoiling anything) and what Spiderman did (hey, I promised no spoilers). Movie reviewers don't give out the endings to movies, why do book reviewers feel the need to spoil what could be weeks in the reading? It's just impolite and almost cruel. It needs ta stop.
/endrant
Take that!
Ange told me I should do one of these, so here it is. Occasionally I have these random wandering (mostly) coherent thoughts. Perhaps I'll post them when I feel the gumption to do so.
Death Jeth
Death Jeth
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