Monday, February 25, 2008

How to Hire a Woman [In 1943]


1. Pick young married women. They usually have more of a sense of responsibility than their unmarried sisters, they’re less likely to be flirtatious, they need the work or they wouldn’t be doing it, they still have the pep and interest to work hard and to deal with the public efficiently.

"Unmarried sisters...less likely to be fliratious..." Somebody hasn't seen Cheaters yet.

2. When you have to use older women, try to get ones who have worked outside the home at some time in their lives. Older women who have never contacted the public have a hard time adapting themselves and are inclined to be cantankerous and fussy. It’s always well to impress upon older women the importance of friendliness and courtesy.

That's a half-truth. Women are always capable of being "cantankerous and fussy," regardless of age.


3. General experience indicates that “husky” girls - those who are just a little on the heavy side - are more even tempered and efficient than their underweight sisters.

Big girls need lovin too.

4. Retain a physician to give each woman you hire a special physical examination - one covering female conditions. This step not only protects the property against the possibilities of lawsuit, but reveals whether the employee-to-be has any female weaknesses which would make her mentally or physically unfit for the job.

If this doesn't get employers to support universal health care, then I don't know what will.

5. Stress at the outset the importance of time the fact that a minute or two lost here and there makes serious inroads on schedules. Until this point is gotten across, service is likely to be slowed up.

Shit, every minute is important? I've just spent the last five minutes writing this crap. Think how long a woman would take!

6. Give the female employee a definite day-long schedule of duties so that they’ll keep busy without bothering the management for instructions every few minutes. Numerous properties say that women make excellent workers when they have their jobs cut out for them, but that they lack initiative in finding work themselves.

Give'm a quick pat on the butt too. "Numerous properties say that women make excellent workers when they" get such a reward for a hard day's work.

7. Whenever possible, let the inside employee change from one job to another at some time during the day. Women are inclined to be less nervous and happier with change.

I really don't get this one. Sorry, no snarky comment here.

8. Give every girl an adequate number of rest periods during the day. You have to make some allowances for feminine psychology. A girl has more confidence and is more efficient if she can keep her hair tidied, apply fresh lipstick and wash her hands several times a day.

Who wouldn't be more confident and efficient if they can keep their hair tidied, apply fresh lipstick and wash their hands several times a day? FABULOUS!

9. Be tactful when issuing instructions or in making criticisms. Women are often sensitive; they can’t shrug off harsh words the way men do. Never ridicule a woman - it breaks her spirit and cuts off her efficiency.

True. Guys, I'm not kidding when I say this is true. Take number 9 to heart. It's for your own good.

10. Be reasonably considerate about using strong language around women. Even though a girl’s husband or father may swear vociferously, she’ll grow to dislike a place of business where she hears too much of this.

We have equality nowadays. Women on my campus cuss as much or more than their male counterparts. In fact, a large proportion of the student body cannot seem to refrain from cussing. It's as if every other word is a cuss word. Stay classy University of ......!

11. Get enough size variety in operator’s uniforms so that each girl can have a proper fit. This point can’t be stressed too much in keeping women happy.


No! Don't do that! I seem to get better results when dating emotionally crippled women -_-

Source: iheartchaos

However, THIS is female employment! ^_^

Don't talk too loud while out in public

This still cracks me up. Today, while walking through the hallway and in the process of passing a girl who was in front of me, she told her friend next to her "I'm celibate!" What 0_o? Hahahaha, now I don't care what you think about celibacy or what you do, but c'mon, keep that stuff to yourself. I had to hurry out of there so as to not bust an organ laughing at the poor girl. 


BTW, based on a quick glimpse while trying to move along, she looked kinda dumpy, even by law school standards. Perhaps that played a part in why she proclaimed her current celibate state of affairs? 

Friday, February 22, 2008

Modes of Destruction

So yesterday, after (1) working in the library till 10:30 and seeing my reflection in the window and (2) nearly getting run over by a car speeding down a street at 60 mph while in the rain (at least the girls were the cute sorority type and gave the "I'm sorry" hand gesture), I should change things up (or destroy myself). 

* Picked up smoking. Put down smoking after three puffs. 

* Started drinking. Puked 4 hours later. But because I picked a drink with a low alcohol content, I only puked once and only suffered minimal itchiness. 

* Seriously considered the stripper pole while at that club. Minus 20 law school reputation points =P

* WANT! I feel like I should spend liberally. Spend, spend SPEND! 

* Had a passing thought about quitting law school. We'll see after this summer. Credit rating destroyed!

* Thinking about growing my hair out a bit. Just the top part of my head while keeping everything else trim. Don't know how to really describe it. 

* Putting the workouts into overdrive. I've been stagnating. Plus I need to make up for all the self-destruction I will be doing. Really focusing on the abs now. Overall, I'm 35% there. Whatever, "there" may be. 

* Perhaps some dark framed glasses to go along with the longer hair. I'll be emo-ing in law school (wow, I wrote this and I thought I saw elmo-ing in law school. Weird).  

Update (02.25.08 @ 10:45 PM):  Ok, yea. A lot of those things up there really show how screwed up I am. But it's just something I'm going through. Maybe the hair will work out through, no? 

Friday, February 15, 2008

Condolences All Around


Wow, for some odd reason, while sitting and reading the daily rss feed from yahoo news, I suddenly realized I know a professor from Northern Illinois University. At that moment, my heart dropped like a bag of rocks. If he were on campus at the time, he couldn't have been more than a few hundred yards away from where the shooting took place - Cole Hall. I hope he emails me back soon. 


Praying for all those involved...

Update (3:00 PM): He did email me back and everything is ok on his end. He had just pulled out of the driveway from his home when the shooting took place. 

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Valentine's Day

Not really in honor of the day because it's been commercialized to hell, but here is some grade school romance for everyone. It's a little trip down memory lane if you will. Happy Valentine's day. 





Update (12:57 AM): While walking back home after my routine workout, I walked past this fobby Asian couple...well, maybe not fobby but, chic fobby (if that even makes sense) Asian couple having what was obviously a late night Valentine's day dinner on the lawn of my university. Take-out dinner and wine. Good times. 

Friday, February 8, 2008

Every word I say I say with earnest meaning

I thought this entry would have had a very different tone but once I turned thoughts into words, my anger and frustration gave way to what I have below. 

I don't know if she will ever read this but this is my way of expressing how I feel, to release some pent up feelings without burdening her any further. If she does read this, I hope she can see what I see. 

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Only once before have I ever been in such a pitiable situation and only once before have I been this miserable. I believed and trusted you; I opened myself up with all my heart, something I had not done in a very long time. I don't know since when but you brought a smile to an otherwise cloudy day; brought my heart out of its shadows. Just when I thought the sky was the limit, my heart was broken so easily into a thousand pieces. 

You claimed that as a friend you would be there for me when I needed you. How naive I must have been because when I needed a friend the most; when I needed you the most, you were not there. With the click of a button, I was gone. Friend removed, buddy blocked, all traces of me erased - with a click of a button. How easy it must have been. 

I thought I had found a friend. More than that, I thought I had found someone I could lean on in an otherwise empty law school. But no friend would have treated me the way that I have been treated. 

You. You don't care about how I feel. 

It's amusing to realize that you are feeling exactly how I've felt all these months. I too watch the stars pass over me; have the rain beat down on me and not having anything or anyone to look forward to except my own bed. Like you, I come home empty and lost, prepare my dinner with no one to share it with. I've sat alone too many times, staring at the wall across from me; the empty seat across from me, screaming to be used. 

Call me arrogant, boastful, or full of it, but know this: it's a crock if you don't think I don't have a sense of how you feel. I don't need a journal to tell me that. Others may only see your disguise but I see the girl behind the mask. 

You're defensive, selfish, and hypocritical. When anyone criticizes you, you are quick in challenging them or justifying your actions. When someone or something catches your attention, the world around you, including the people who inhabit it become yesterday's news. You claimed "at the end of the day, if you need someone, I'm there". But the truth of the matter is you weren't. 

At the same time you have been extremely unselfish. Amusing as it may be it is not hard to distinguish. Your work is important and ought to be recognized. But the work takes its toll. 

What I get is that you never intended to be so friendly and give me a false sense of closeness. Fair enough. I get it. But to treat me like I am a pariah, to say that I am trustworthy but that I am arrogant and treat you without the respect you think you deserve within a single breath speaks more about your defensiveness than it does about you never intending to lull me into thinking we were all that close. If I were arrogant, would I still feel the way I do? If I treated you without respect, would I still care? 

It wasn't your initial "over friendliness" and subsequent withdrawal that has hurt me deeply. It wasn't when you shared time with other people that has hurt me deeply. I was hurt deeply when you stopped treating me like a friend. My heart was broken when you confirmed we were no longer friends.

I understand that you want to be by yourself sometimes. But that doesn't mean you needed to stop treating me like a friend. What really hurt and confused me was when you said you needed to be by yourself yet treated everyone around you the same as if nothing had happened. Me? I was left out. 

Would anyone notice if I were to disappear? Probably not. 

I must be a fool because through all this, I still care. I wish I can reach out to you, to tell you to leave everything behind for just one day. I'm not sure what I would do but the details don't matter. What matters is getting you away for just a day. Just one day where you don't have to worry about school, work, co-workers, responsibilities, and live within the moment. 

Know clearly that I have been hurt, my heart in pieces and my scars still fresh. 

But for anyone out there reading this, please put yourself in this girl's shoes. I have left out many details. Think of her as someone who has had to walk a long journey to be where she is today, someone who under much pressure has had to persevere with loneliness and her own fears. Sometimes, there are things in life that just don't make sense. The bookish girl who came into my life. Because she lives with a heavy burden, I try my best to not add to that. Although she is not perfect, please try and understand where she is coming from. I know I have to continually try to understand. Although she is not perfect, although things have not ended well for me, please try and understand.