There's an open audition for an upcoming Robert Rodriguez film
. 18 and over. Actors need no experience. They can choose their own costume. The clip is roughly thirty seconds long. Two weeks to submit the video.
I knew there had to be a catch.
Reading through the material I found nothing out of the ordinary until I saw the phrase "Stay frosty", with absolutely no stage directions. That is the phrase which Robert Rodriguez will be watching very closely in order to weed people out.
I'll see if I feel like it tomorrow.
Had a very disturbing conversation with my boss today.
Apparently our contract situation is very, very uncertain; they don't know where the next job is at, they don't know when I'll be able to come back to work, and they don't know if the company is going to make it. My boss did not come right out and say this, of course...but I could read the writing on the wall.
Not good. Not good at all.
If I were to write some of the strange things that come under my eyes they would not be believed. ~Cora M. Strayer~DS: Not sure what to say or do to help, but here's hoping for the best.
In other news, I've managed to offend two patients in the past week. Complications cropped up in their management through no fault of ours, and I was so worried about sorting them out (and ensuring that they were still in one piece) that I forgot the usual niceties.
Some days, you can't win.
Not a substitute for a formal medical consultation.The more cynical parts of menote wonders if that's genuine affection, or thinking "good source to cultivate".
All your safe space are belong to TrumpAh, she just likes my voice. We've never even met. I got this information via somebody else her twitter account.
I'll still keep saying 'all routine, here' regardless of what's actually going on.
edited 24th Mar '13 3:45:11 AM by InverurieJones
'All he needs is for somebody to throw handgrenades at him for the rest of his life...'First day in my new volunteer job! I'm a guide at the Museum of Human Disease, which I think is a pretty cool title. We had something like sixty 14 year old girls visiting, which was slightly nerve-wracking, but I think I managed to answer their questions well enough.
One gets used to looking at pathological specimens, so it's sort of refreshing to see the usual reaction, which tends to be "Eugh, what on earth is happening there? D:" It reminds me that I get to see some weird stuff every day.
"Doctor Who means never having to say you're kidding." - BocajIt seems that I'm out of the phase where 98% of my shifts are in the snack bar and into a phase where two thirds are snack bar, one third is cart attendant, and one third is cashier but really cart attendant.
They don't schedule a cart attendant even though they ought to know they'll need one, so I get pulled off the lane, which slows the lanes down, so they have to pull an extra person off the sales floor to handle it.
Fresh-eyed movie blog
I work at a big box store too. I have learned that being one of the lower level employees means you are pretty much a warm body management uses as it sees fit. I spend a good chunk of my time outside of my department doing stuff that should be handled by other people, but is not because we are understaffed.
I don't mind being asked to go do task X for a few minutes because it's a thing that needs doing and I am capable of doing it. I mind arriving for a shift of task X and being told "actually, we need you to do task Y today, because we didn't schedule anybody to do task Y, and now you're it".
A cashier shift actually doing carts is annoying because it means that my time not spent getting carts or being handed tasks, if I have any, is spent at the register, instead of doing the little things that need doing that I do at my discretion if I'm assigned to do carts.
edited 27th Mar '13 11:28:53 PM by TParadox
Fresh-eyed movie blogWe managed to have exactly 100% of our workers upset with the team lead on duty tonight. He seemed completely off-balance by having to do Saturday and Sunday night work at the same time.
I have a coworker who was excited that we were going to be scanning setup signs together for the first time in months. The lead pulled her away from us to go set up end caps by herself. I'm pretty sure he did that largely because he knows she's a chatter, and because he's incapable of multitasking, he doesn't believe we can talk while we're scanning.
Then he sent his back room team home for the night with item pulls that still needed to be done. I don't know if he didn't realize this until it was too late or what, but he figured he could have his sales floor and front end team do it after they were done with their other work.
So since there were only two of us scanning the special price signs for the entire store for most of the allotted time, we went ten minutes past when we were supposed to be finished. Since I'd been told there was work for us to do afterward (the pulls), I hung around without clocking out. But I didn't see any indication of a need for me, so I just waited around the front for 20 minutes doing some light tidying when I found something.
Then the team lead realized he had a ton of people working overtime, and shouted over the walkie talkies "Everybody out! Clock out now! Do NOT go over six hours if you haven't had a lunch! I will not get involved in a compliance issue! Out! Out! Out!"
Five minutes later, he asked "Is there anybody still clocked in who knows how to do sign audits?" Of course, there was not. Almost everybody in the store was waiting by the door for him to come unlock it to let us out.
Then when he finally got up to the front, he advised everyone that "if you're not at the door now, you're staying another 20 minutes!"
Fresh-eyed movie blogDay 1 in the ICU. First time in this posting, ever. Within the first hour, a patient comes up just as I'm trying to figure out where everything is. And then a relative tells one of the nurses that "that doctor looks 'blur' (used in this context, 'unsure of himself')".
...You have no idea, lady. You have no idea.
Not a substitute for a formal medical consultation.

Gah. It's been one of those bad days at work. Nobody's dead yet, but I Need a Freaking Drink.
Not a substitute for a formal medical consultation.