today...

good evening world,
I haven't writen anything in the last couple of days (at least not posted, at anyrate) and i wanted to nod to that effect. at least a narcissic blahthering of my problems, i hoped would help. I'm a little beaten down - i feel bemused and upset. i'm not deriding my self or listening to licin park with the lights off or anything like that. no. it seems hard to be rejected after so much. I took a test, yes a test, like the GREs or SATs for a postion cooking at an establishment* (who shall remain nameless). i failed. I failed an employee standerized test. I know i passed the math and reading comprehension part. (yes, this particular restaurant chain has a math section and a reading comprehension section for their employees. which broke down thusly: section 1, part 1: retail math, like costumer orders a+b+c at 6% tax ect. Section 1, part 2: word problem (just one) just like retail math but with context. Section 1, part 3: definitions self explanitory. Section 1, part 4: fluctuate is to complicate as ect. section 1, part 5: readind comprehension, and this one is too true they had a fictional mission statement and then asked comprehension questions about it.) all of which was done in 4 point multiple choice. then, THEN i had two more sections to fillout; both of which were poorly disguised phych evaulations (i can't recall right now the specific personality profile system this restaurant, RESTAURANT, used). having studied for the GREs resently i know i lost no points to section one. My theroy is that the ACT reject owner of this chain is using Enneagrams to hire only people that can be abused, blamed and generally mistreated. i assume, i wish to make it abundently clear:

i don't know what personas are screened out

i don't think i would be so incised if i'd not heard this practice common place else were in the working world.
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I dunno, maybe i'm too damn honest. when i think something, i just fucking do (or say it). but i know it's not the manager's fault, but how can i air my grievences so bitter with someone who passed that stupid fucking quasi-legal fuck-over system? he's just a rat. a labertory rat proven to be malible; spinning in that fucking wheel. I don't think i'm as unhirable as i am rebeleous. I like Rand (Ann) and all but FucK capitalism promote the worst in people - in society. shit like soft sceince to weed away those pawns who'd rather ask why when told to bend over then ask how long.

fuck it. it's their loss. If mediocrity is what they seek, then cursed to mediocrity they shall be.

tomarrow: updates!

*Romano's Macaroni Grill
**4502 University Avenue
West Des Moines, IA 50266-1025
(515) 267-8400
***I do not support vigilantism as a means of karmic balance.

Adventures in a time of Marc

Aloha, faithful readers. Sorry about the infrequence of posts these days; (as with all days) My life has been interesting the last couple, so i hope the populus will forgive me.

-the following post has been posted on the fly; as such it is incomplete. stay tuned-

I wasn't going to post the life and time of my world here upon this page, rather i'd plan to post some more scribblings. However this correspondence will, assuredly, be fantastic reading (with the bombastic entrance concluded).

Wednesday was fun. I started that day by opening my first shift at a local, delicious bakery. All well and good. regular, early, if few, hours compared to my older job as a cook at the bistro, Monica's. the contrast of the two eatries are as different as the hours. From long and irregular night and weekend shifts (monica's) to early and ridged shifts (bagels). the later lacked regulation, perfering the empolyed to mange the bistro as it pleased. lose codes of conduct and an air of recreation unique to private establishments. The bakery, like a dove to a magpie, is rigulously formulatic. exactly eight hour shifts with a clear distinction between 'freetime' and work time. Yet, greater organization means more effectency, more opprotunities for an apt worker to be compencated.

What waits in store for our hero? next time on Ninja Chef Marcus: A Tale of Two Roles or Watch Out, Papika!

So that brings us to thursday which was spent stressed and agiated about the choices that brought our fair traveller to the rocky crests of Michigan. (which is a boring story)

moving on,

the weekend brought, for me, fun and friends as i watched two dear one enter the legal tradition of matrimony.