It’s now a growing trend in the US, at least, to run a credit check on potential employees. I could go into my opinion on it, but I’ll just say it’s about goddamn time. There’s a lot of argument against it, but… truth be told, chances are if you haven’t gone into debt for something in your entire life, then you’re probably well enough off that this doesn’t even become an issue. Of course, I don’t know that more employers are doing so in Canada, so that’s probably moot from a me standpoint, but… still. It’s that whole responsibility thing. You may be a decent enough financial planner to avoid *needing* to go into debt for things you want and/or need to buy. On the other hand, you may be like certain relatives of mine–too stupid and/or stubborn to go into debt for things you need, choosing instead to rely on a barely functioning vehicle, for instance, until it craps out completely leaving you somewhere between home and the grocery store. Fact of the matter, though, is *most* people are going to need to start collecting debt, and the such, if they expect to get anywhere financially, so employers looking at credit reports/histories and things are actually a *good* thing. It’s that whole responsibility thing–if you’ve had a debt of $3000 for the last year and a half and have only paid $50 of it off, what the hell have you been doing with the rest of your money during the year? This is, IMO, most important if you’re planning to work in the financial industry… but it’s a good indicator for a few other jobs, too. If you can’t handle your own affairs, why should a company, or a customer, trust you to handle theirs? If I were an employer, I’d certainly much rather have someone working for me that didn’t default on every second lone/creditcard payment. But then, I could be just being a stuck-up asshole, too. Oh well.
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Check please…
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Yes, I’m a geek.
So it probably shouldn’t surprise you that I’ve got the TV set on the news channel in expectation of the shuttle’s launch this morning in 9 minutes from the time of this post. I dunno, I think I blame Star Trek for the fact I have an interest, even if it’s a passing one, in the US’s space program. Hopefully, the thing actually gets off the ground today… I’ve made a point to watch it this morning, which is a far cry from Friday’s launch when, had it actually gone according to plan, I wouldn’t have been home and so would have ended up missing it. Okay, they’re doing the kinda pre-launch interview, so I think I’ll go flake out and sort of pay attention to this here. Geekdom is awesome.
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I gotta love it when Bush looks stupid all on his own.
It means less work I have to do making him look that way. Not that I have to do any work at all, though, really… I mean, when you get caught in the biggest lie of your career, it tends to do a lot of the making you look stupid for you. And for everyone else. But, he’s still clinging to that notion that there were weapons of mass destruction in Iraq, in spite of the fact anyone with an ounce of smarts knows better than that. Except, apparently, those few people who still think Bush was right to bomb the hell out of Iraq. I know I’ve said it before, but it deserves to be said again. At least once. Possibly twice. Stupid people should be shot.
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What will your famous last words be?
Figure I’ll post this before my blog dies again.
Your Famous Last Words Will Be:
“What we know is not much. What we don’t know is enormous.”
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It’s the most wonderful time of the year…
I speak not of kids going back to school, nor of Christmas–though that’s pretty okay too. I speak instead, of the official Leafs countdown. And, as of the time of this entry, the Leafs nation clock shows… 8 days, 13 hours, and 8 minutes to the first preseason game of 2006-07. And I *will* be home the night of September 18th, 2006. Or things will be hurt. Badly.
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A long overdue weekly MP3…
Kenny Rogers – There You Go Again (please download and save before playing)–I played this song, actually, while my cousin’s wedding guests were signing the registry last October, or thereabouts. It’s really a nice song when done on piano. Even being country, and therefore inherently about trucks, old dogs, and bad relationships/marriages. I think I may have made a person or two cry with this song, actually. Or was it one of the other ones I played… ah well. This one’s just as important.
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The stars aligned, and my blog died.
More accurately put, my warning about crashing was justified. The server this thing sits on, and in fact the whole network it’s on, got uber hammered today, taking it down since… oh… at *least* just after I posted my last entry here. So, suffice it to say, James is not pleased by any stretch of the imagination. It sucks, because not only was this blog down, but at least 2 others I regularly read kicked the bucket with it. But, we’re back, at least for now… and hopefully, it stays up long enough for me to post my overdue weekly MP3. Watch this space, and I’ll keep an eye on the web host and try not to lose what little sanity I have left. Which isn’t much, but we knew this already.
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And now, my web server would like to screw up on me.
So, if you don’t actually see this website, then we’ve crashed. And I get to shoot someone. Repeatedly.
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I got free food, and such!
And it only meant going to the clinnic so certain people could get stuff looked at, and spending 2 hours in a grocery store. But it was free! And food! Yeah, I’m easily excited… big freakin’ deal. It’s out of the house, anyway. And away from the insanity contained withint. And now, back to the grind…
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This is not a good indication for the rest of my day…
I’ve been awake for an hour and a half, which kind of relieves me. It beats the hell out of 4:30. But in that hour and a half, I’ve done more dealing with keeping the rest of the house from being woken up than anything else. Apparently, my brother’s dog had set up an ambush for when mine decided she had to go out. So from my bedroom door to the kitchen she had a permanent attachment to her face. And, of course, my brother and his bitch are still sleeping, so I end up having to take their mut out at the same time. Then it turns out mine won’t go out if he is, so that makes things all the more complicated. 45 minutes later and that’s taken care of, so while she and my mom’s dog are outside, I march the one with the lazy owners downstairs so they can mind them. Of course, their extent of minding him is to wait until he barks once, then get up, let him back upstairs, and go back to bed. Gee, thanks for minding your dog, bastards. So, I get to spend another half an hour after they come back in getting him to leave her ears alone long enough to get her in here so she can go back to sleep, and so her attempts to get rid of him don’t end up waking up the dead. And now, I actually have 5 minutes to myself, my parents can sleep in which is probably what I should be doing, and no unwanted muts end up slaughtered. Of course, this also means my idiot brother and his brainless girlfriend get to sleep in too, but you can’t have everything. Would anyone like a 3-month old puppy?