I am a firm believer in the phrase “if you’re early you are right on time, if you are right on time you are late” so it might not come as a surprise that I sit at work at least 15 minutes before my shift waiting to start and it may be boring as well. To pass the time I can study or help out (sometimes I’ll do things to help out the people who are working the shift before mine). So, if your employer does not like you signing in early what can you do if another employee sees you and asks you to do something?
Here are some quick options:
- Say: “I’m sorry but I’m not on the clock for another five minutes” this will make them understand that you do not want to get in trouble for anything stupid like working before your shift and usually, if you have a full time manager they can ask if you could sign in early or if the manager is not there they will ask again.
- If they ask again you can say that you REALLY don’t want to do work before you start getting paid for it and tell them that there is no real way to sign in early without getting in trouble. Here’s where the trouble comes in for people like me who actually like working before their shift, when they ask this question: “then why do you come 30 minutes early every day?”
- You can deny this saying that the clock must be wrong or you can give up and help them a few minutes early, by this point 3 minutes should have passed by so donating 2 minutes of your time is not such a big deal since it is not a very large number. of course if you want to stall for 2 more minutes you can agree to do the task then ask them whats been going on thus far in the day and this should bring you to starting just on time for your shift (as long as they are talkative.
So thats my rant for today, please come back for more. Alleriodrone OUT!
One would think that when you move you keep your stuff that you don’t need in boxes but this is not always the case. Things that I don’t even remember having have started taking over my bedroom and have made it nearly impossible to pack. I even found a book that I have been carrying around for 3 years and kept putting off reading (already on page 190 of “the Dilbert Principle” by Scott Adams) and started to read instead of packing. The only thing that I haven’t really played with as I was packing it up is my desktop and that is because it would be Impossible to do so without setting up the tv and the keyboard and mouse… Of course it still isn’t packed so I might resort to doing that before it is packed.
As I move I keep collecting more stuff and not ridding myself of it, to bring this pile of stuff down to one truckload seems overwhelming because it is hard to get rid of anything. My bed has been on craigslist for a week without an email, the giant metal bookshelf has not one single email either. I am either really bad at posting things on Craigslist or my email is screwed up. Donating is one way to get rid of this stuff. The bookshelf/office file cabinet will be easy since I bought it for $45 at the Habitat For Humanity Restore (had to get that name in here) but the bed is my own creation that cost $180 to make and I’m not really sure i they could sell it or not. One thing I am certainly not worried about is the dresser I have now since my landlord lent it to me for this entire time I’ve lived here (nice lady).
So in conclusion, save your boxes and don’t buy furniture if you think you might have a chance at moving across the country in a year. of course it has been 6 months of use for that bed at least do if you think about it 6 months having a loft bed was worth building it and a year of having a mini fridge and a really cool bookhelf was also well worth $100 for the pair (or 110 since one was $45 and the other $65) so just being ready to part with my good friends that I thought would come with me is a small price to pay for not renting a uhaul to bring my junk back with me. So just treasure your tings while they are here and let them go when you need too. Alleriodrone OUT!
Many Youtubers have used aliases since the start of Youtube and have worked to keep their name out of the mix but what does that do? In reality they most likely don’t hide their name from other people so why would anyone hide it for a public service?
In my videos so far I haven’t thought about it much but have gone by Joe much more than Al or Alleriodrone though all 3 lend to the same character in minecraft, of course there are many people named Joe playing Minecrafft while there is only one Alleriodrone playing and my username is in use on Xbox, email, and now the Ouya (if it ever arrives). So I have to ask myself, is a username really an individuals identity or should we still go by the names our parents gave us even in a place where there are thousands of Joe’s and probably a hundred with the surname Abbey. One example of my name being taken is twitter where I thought that there would be no way that @joeabbey would be taken but it was so I went with @yearoflinux then changed to @thefourtharrow and neither really describes me but it describes my blogs and hobbies. (By the way I recently changed my Twitter again, surprisingly @Alleriodrone was not taken)
The only identity a person has is the identity they know themselves by and the identity that they claim to own. A name can be a brand, an attitude, or even something as basic as your favorite food everything one uses to identify oneself is leading to a name but whether it’s your username or your given name it should be your own and it should be your identity and noone elses.
I ordered an Ouya from kickstarter, I guess the real term is backed the Ouya but that doesn’t really matter. This is the most exciting email I’ve received this week but at the same time I am doing poorly in my Physics class and pretty much am giving up because I can’t learn the entire semester in a week and for 4 or 5 weeks in the begnning of the semester there was no time to study because someone left my week without even a days notice. Also I’ve seen some reviews of this device and they are very disheartening when the Ouya seems like such a cool device.
If anyone is wondering my backer number is 40,006 and I’ve been waiting patiently on the sidelines. When it gets here I will get a few games and maybe do a quick review (coming from a standpoint of a casual gamer instead of the near-professional reviewers). I can’t wait to get it!
Less battery life, better graphics, beautiful widgets and an annoying sense of betrayal to the Gnome developers. Why a sense of betrayal when I say that I hate it, because it does have some great features!
I have used Gnome or Unity for most of my linux running days and really get how to use them and why they are great graphical interfaces but there was always something missing, something that is well integrated to the KDE plasma desktop: Widgets. These little boxes of quick, useful information make it great to turn on and immediately see what you need (for me it is the latest Dilbert comic and my CPU stats.
The only Desktop that hasn’t got much attention by me has really been kde because of its very windows-like appearance and also because of the system requirements. The GUI is very heavy on resources in comparison to both Gnome and Unity 2D, Unity itself is right on par with kde. Why make a GUI so resource intensive though, is there a reason? Yes, there is a great reason that is very apparent to how polished it looks and how brilliant it acts.
All in all kde does annoy me but it also is a very useful desktop environment once it finally loads up (being used to much faster sign in times with Gnome and Unity). So, even though I do not like some of the features it totes because they slow it down it is much greater than many GUIs though Elementary OS is even better with their polish as they make changes to also better improve the programs which it totes (noise is a great media player interface). I hope that I can learn to like it over the next few weeks and I will post an update after using it as my main GUI for at least a week maybe two.
Have you ever been lost in thought? Of course you have. Sometimes it seems our thoughts have a will of their own, guiding us through logical or illogical sequences of sustained intellect. The subjects may vary: our environment, our children, our wives, our work: but the process is typically the same. For some, they speak inside their heads with long internal monologues. For some, pictures form as a primary medium. For some moving images like video play in their head. For others, their thoughts are not so focused. Inside their heads ideological roller coasters barrel along scattered and broken track, rearing out of control in an epic struggle for reason. At times, this is true for all of us: that our thoughts run rampant on painful roads until our voices screech and tears form in our vision. Then the pain comes, and our hair is pulled out, and our teeth clenched. Out eyes grow red and puffy, and our voices crack. For a moment it seems as though all is lost, and nothing will ever be alright. For hours, or days even our minds run crazy, heading for that inevitable brick wall. Then the collision comes, and inside our heads glass shatters, and tires screech.
Among the wreckage of our fractured minds, clarity sets in. The glass stops in the air, and around us the world is still and forgiving. In these moments of extreme weakness, the real and most important realizations are made. Stress seems to fade, and pain recedes in all facets. Familiar faces resurface, and important and long forgotten truths are returned. Smiling faces surround us, and holding hands couple themselves with ours. In the crisp air, we rejoice for a moment that we are alive. As with everything else, moments pass. Soon our minds race again in any and every direction. Events blur, and our lives run.
Stop. Just for a moment, stop yourself and think not about your life, or your family, or your self, but instead about your thoughts. Let them grow and wane with the tides. Let them breath and beat with our bodies. View them not as the voice inside your head, but rather as a whole, coupled with the rest of the self. Slow your breath, and focus your mind. Let the world around you recede, and clarity from inside your own head. Then, reality returns. If you were to think of thoughts in this way, they may seem surreal, or even relaxing. But are thoughts surreal, or rather chaotic. Inside your head tangled clusters of nerves work unending, ejecting particle after particle. Neurotransmitters race across synapsis at unimaginable speeds just to stimulate the next nerve. In a cluttered mess of webbed thought, our real actions are born. Those words that your hear, speaking inside your head, are misguided transmissions arriving at the ears before the arms. Those images are perceptions of things that don’t exist. Soon, the world around us would leave entirely.
Is it our world around us that shapes our perception, or our perception that shapes the world. Is your green the same mine? In our heads, is that green linked to different things? Do the words even sound the same to you? Is your gravity as strong as mine? Does gravity even exist at all? How reliable are those far reaching synapses Do they feed you accurate information? What if they stopped? What if suddenly your eyes stopped transmitting? Can you even imagine a life without them? How would you shape your world without the ability to see? Imagine if your ears followed suit, feeding you false information. Soon, everything would fall apart as you recede further and further into your own head. Soon, you would not have a self at all, but instead be a fetus, floating in an imaginary recess inside the depths of your own mind.
-RJ / CriusNyx
A new author has taken over my blog. He has somehow created an account and has given himself permission to write articles. I just want to inform my readers that if you see posts like “Disposable” or “The Tundre, It’s Frozen” those are not my works but rather the works of someone who calls himself “A Collage Geek.”
One moment readers, it seems I have a phone call from a friend of mine. (To phone) Hello. Yes my name is RJ. Whats that, I don’t own the fourth arrow? Oh, well then.
I have just been informed that the fourth arrow is actually not my blog. In fact, I’ve never owned a blog in my life. But thanks to the consent of this blogs rightful owner, “a collage geek” I would be more than happy to post on his behalf. Therefore bloggies (that’s what you call someone who reads a blog, right?) I brought you the previously, misinformed paragraph accusing the blogs correct owner of hacking. My apologies.