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What Do You Think Of This Letter From David Letterman?

cdlbjobs — Mon, 12 Jul 2010 23:38:11 +0000

No matter what your political convictions are this is an eye opener….
David Letterman, on President Bush. (Surprising)
David Letterman wrote this; it’s the David we don’t often see….
‘As most of you know I am not a President Bush fan, nor have I ever been, but this is not about Bush, it is about us, as Americans, and it seems to hit the mark.’
‘The other day I was reading Newsweek magazine and came across some Poll data I found rather hard to believe. It must be true given the source, right?
The Newsweek poll alleges that 67 percent of Americans are unhappy with the direction the country is headed and 69 percent of the country is unhappy with the performance of the President. In essence 2/3 of the citizenry just ain’t happy and want a change. So being the knuckle dragger I am, I started thinking, ‘What are we so unhappy about?’
A. Is it that we have electricity and running water 24 hours a day, 7 Days a week?
B. Is our unhappiness the result of having air conditioning in the summer and heating in the winter?
C. Could it be that 95.4 percent of these unhappy folks have a job?
D. Maybe it is the ability to walk into a grocery store at any time and see more food in moments than Darfur has seen in the last year?
E. Maybe it is the ability to drive our cars and trucks from the Pacific Ocean to the Atlantic Ocean without having to present identification papers as we move through each state.
F. Or possibly the hundreds of clean and safe motels we would find along the way that can provide temporary shelter?
G. I guess having thousands of restaurants with varying cuisine from around the world is just not good enough either.
H. Or could it be that when we wreck our car, emergency workers show up and provide services to help all and even send a helicopter to take you to the hospital.
I. Perhaps you are one of the 70 percent of Americans who own a home.
J. You may be upset with knowing that in the unfortunate case of a fire, a group of trained firefighters will appear in moments and use top notch equipment to extinguish the flames thus saving you, your family, and your belongings.
K. Or if, while at home watching one of your many flat screen TVs, a burglar or prowler intrudes, an officer equipped with a gun and a bullet-proof vest will come to defend you and your family against attack or loss.
L. This all in the backdrop of a neighborhood free of bombs or militias raping and pillaging the residents. Neighborhoods where 90% of teenagers own cell phones and computers.
M. How about the complete religious, social and political freedoms we enjoy that are the envy of everyone in the world?
Maybe that is what has 67% of you folks unhappy.
Fact is, we are the largest group of ungrateful, spoiled brats the world has ever seen. No wonder the world loves the U.S. , yet has a great disdain for its citizens. They see us for what we are. The most blessed people in the world who do nothing but complain about what we don’t have, and what we hate about the country instead of thanking the good Lord we live here.
I know, I know. What about the president who took us into war and has no plan to get us out? The president who has a measly 31 percent approval rating? Is this the same president who guided the nation in the dark days after 9/11? The president that cut taxes to bring an economy out of recession? Could this be the same guy who has been called every name in the book for succeeding in keeping all the spoiled ungrateful brats safe from terrorist attacks? The commander in chief of an all-volunteer army that is out there defending you and me?
Did you hear how bad the President is on the news or talk show? Did this news affect you so much, make you so unhappy you couldn’t take a look around for yourself and see all the good things and be glad? Think about it…….are you upset at the President because he actually caused you personal pain OR is it because the ‘Media’ told you he was failing to kiss your sorry ungrateful behind every day.
Make no mistake about it. The troops in Iraq and Afghanistan have volunteered to serve, and in many cases may have died for your freedom. There is currently no draft in this country. They didn’t have to go. They are able to refuse to go and end up with either a ”general” discharge, an ‘other than honorable” discharge or, worst case scenario, a ”dishonorable’ discharge after a few days in
the brig.
So why then the flat-out discontentment in the minds of 69 percent of Americans?
Say what you want, but I blame it on the media. If it bleeds it leads and they specialize in bad news. Everybody will watch a car crash with blood and guts. How many will watch kids selling lemonade at the corner? The media knows this and media outlets are for-profit corporations. They offer what sells, and when criticized, try to defend their actions by ‘justifying’ them in one way or another. Just ask why they tried to all

Did I Jump The Gun This Time?

cdlbjobs — Mon, 12 Jul 2010 22:28:30 +0000

My husband of 5 years has been hiding the fact his ex-wife has been asking him for money. Now understand that this money is rightfully due to her for old child support. Their kids are grown (26/29) but a few years ago the state started garnishing his pay check. In turn he quit his job.
Will it just so happen that I gave him a call one night (he drives truck over the road). Now my husband has opened an account for me so that I could have money when his not around if we come up short on something.
Now his ex-wife as far as working not sure. The last I heard she was fired from her job. Yes, I have my own money and a good job as well. Anyway, as I was saying I called him one night while I was at work. I asked if he had called? He said.
“I had to take 100.00 dollars from that account,” is what he said. Will I asked why because he and I both get paid on the same day. He said because with his visa debit card he had taken out his limit and that his ex-wife had been on him about money. In the back ground I could hear what sounded like a casino. Which was ot unsual for he or myself.
Will I had no idea that this was going on (him giving him money). SO I blew up on the phone. I REALLY said a LOT OF CHOICE words and SAID I WOULD HURT him for doing this to me. Man was I ANGERY. I could not believe that he could have been so secretive. Not to mention that he is buying me a house, will I’m helping as well. He doesn’t want me to work any longer. Now here she comes again.
But this time he brought her in under the radior.
I really didn’t give him a chance to say much over the phone, and I told him to stay where he was and not to come back home. I had had enough. I spoke with his son who told that, “yes mom has been being a b….tch about money. That still didn’t satisfy my anger.
Everyone that I spoke with said that they understand my being upset about him taking the money from the account without speaking to me. What they didn’t understand is that I have two phones and that he had texted me on the phone I left at home. He knows not to call me at work. I didn’t see that text until I arrived home that money.
I check the transactions of that day and I could see where he was in her home town (she lives out of state but kind of on his route for delivery like and two off track route to get to her home). I failed to memtion that she is very…very bi-polar as well. Her husband left her because of it as well. He moved to another state and now she is trying to move where he is. She gained a lot of weight as well and had gastric-by-pass surgery. My husband said that she lost the weight to get back with her ex but he now has a girlfriend.
Everytime he and I get one foot in front of the other there is something or someone getting in the way. Him driving over the road had been a hardship for both of us. Not seeing each other as we would like to. I guess I had reached my limit. It’s just that I have a lot of medical bills right now and neither one of us have health insurance. So the bills are really expensive. I just needy some clarity and honesty in my life right now. I didn’t need keeping this from me. Letting me find out this way. Did I jump the gun with telling him to leave etc,.?

Is This A Good Start For A Short Story(40-45 Pages)?

cdlbjobs — Sun, 28 Feb 2010 11:33:13 +0000

I’m 15. An upcoming sophmore. And an ameture writer. I need feedback. This story took a year to write and I’m finally done. I want to know what the world thinks of a possible career, (with much more practice, of course).
Ch.1 Stigmata Diaboli
The graveyards. Green grass. Trees and graves. Not this one. Visitors never left, deceived into fate. Only one tomb existed, in cold hearts and it was themselves. Like how the rocks never grew moss and the taste of autumn forever remained, the victims never regained hope; and their souls, stillborn, remain black as the night sky. To resurrect the pleasure of impious games as an addiction, you must resurrect the infamous Ouija board. Read from the carved Oakwood was “Hello, Goodbye, A through Z, Zero to Nine, Yes and no”. DON’T PLAY THIS ALONE
Disaster. A perfect acronym for Fossil. If you were a teenager in this run down countryside you might think of suicide to be the only way to tolerate it. If you were a teenager, you would hate the town and its old folk. If you were a teenager and went to school at Eden High, you would be so damn grateful.
Eden is huge for somebody native to Fossil. It’s a utopia for Alan, an iconoclast; a true city boy born in the country. When Alan was born, Eden was built. Lights, skyscrapers and shopping malls took the lunar stories above Fossil and hid them behind a lavender door. The adults despised its beauty, but time caught up with reality. It was time for a change.
Friday. Weekend. Freedom. One day at lunchtime Alan walked to the parking lot for some fast food with Cecilia, the prettiest girl to drift in his mind like a feather of a dove. Cecilia helped herself in Alan’s truck in movement, to him, was of moving painting. Alan had a crush on her.
Alan started his truck. His Chevy roared with power and Cecilia jumped, “Alan,” she whispered.
“What is it?” he answered.
“Are you going to the rink tonight?”
“No,”
“Why not?”
“Too many kids go there. Plus, all they play in there is crap-rap music,”
“Instead do you wanna come over, maybe watch a movie?” Cecilia was blushing.
“Yeah, sure,” Alan shrugged and pulled out of the parking space. A loud yawn.
“What’s wrong, are you tired?” Alan groaned as if his face was attached to a muffler. “Yeah,”
The skating rink was the fad when Alan and Cecilia were children. Now that high school happened, and Fossil is a bore, there isn’t much for two juniors to do.
“What were Jordan and Mark talking to you about earlier?” Cecilia asked. Alan chuckled. “What!?”
“Mr. Burkens is weird.”
“Well, I knew that,” she agreed with a giggle. “What did they say about him?”
Mr. Burkens was a strange teacher. He had a funny, yet quarreling voice. Every class period was an adventure in World Geography. He was a cartoon. Alan explained how he thought Mr. Burkens was a child predator, and how afraid he was to fall asleep in his class and wake up in a dark, cold, gothic dungeon strapped down naked. Cecilia burst into hysterical laughter.
Laughing along, Alan put a CD in the stereo. Chris Issak. Wicked Game softly filled the truck complemented with the grandiose sound of the diesel engine. Cecilia smiled. Unbeknownst to Alan, this is her favorite song by Issak.
“I don’t want to go back to school,” Alan mumbled.
“Why?”
“I’m way too tired,” he yawned again. “What do you want to eat, Cecilia?”
“It doesn’t matter, what do you want?”
“I’m not going to debate, dude.”
“Don’t call me dude, dude!” she kid.
Cecilia looked at the intersection. “Chinese?”
After ordering the food, Alan drove into Fossil through the dirt roads. Cecilia looked at Alan, fawning at his face.
“Let me drive!” the girl begged.
“Where are you taking me?” he asked as he pulled aside the road.
“I’ll drive you there,” she said as he opened his door to walk around to the passengers’ seat. She climbed to the drivers’ seat.
“Drive me where?”
“Somewhere to eat, silly” She giggled again. This laugh made Alan’s heart bleed.
“Aren’t you going back to school, dude?”
“Dude, no dude. I’m not dude.”
“Don’t make fun of me, dude,” Alan laughed.
Fossil. Miles gone by. Fossil? Distance stretched.
“Where are we, Cecilia?”
“Going to the park,”
“This isn’t the park. Are you lost?”
“Yes.”
Silence.
“So, aren’t you gonna tell me how to get out of here?”
“Well, babe I would but I’m lost too.”
“Alan! How could you?”
“This is what we’re going to do. We’re eating on the tailgate while I get directions from Nikii,” he said as he pulled out his phone.
“Wait, what’s that? To the left?” Cecilia pointed.
A bridge stretched from sunrise to sunset, east to west. Another Fossil vacancy.
While eating, the newfound Fossil land felt a sence of excitement. Alan choked on his mouthful of beef lo-mien and steamed rice, and every other minute he turned around to the bridge. Cecilia fidgeted as she grew nervous. Both, shaking. Thoughts, trembling. Life, overflowing with difference.
Ch.2 Love is the Funeral of Hearts
“Living life to the fullest. You can’t fool me,” Nikii thought. “Children are born and grow up to go to school. When I was little, my daddy told me to live life as far as I could take it… But school started. It threw me out of my heaven. It took me out of my life I wanted to live. Life isn’t meant to be like that. **** school. I will become an artist, a traveler, a photographer. Something worth something.”
Nikii was imperious. Beautiful, yet vicious. Talented, but sometimes stupid. She was a tease. Although Nikki was a drama queen, she wasn’t all too much of a problem. Unfortunately, she had her own problem. Boys. She had a new “victim” on her mind.
The truck scorched in strength. Alan drove with caution as the gas tank reads “E”. The road branched off to more branches and turned into a circle right back to the bridge, like there was no escape from it. The teens were left as sitting ducks. One thing Alan couldn’t comprehend is how he could possibly get lost in Fossil like this. Alan looked at his phone; Nikki returning his attempted phone calls. Finally, help.
Cecilia opened her phone with a grimace. “How can we just get lost out here? Alan, I’m very, very sorry!”
“No prob. Hold on a minute, ‘kay?” Click. “Hey, Nikii! I need your help!”
“Hey, Alan!” she emphasized. Where are you by? I’ll give you help.”
“Some really long bridge,”
“There aren’t any bridges in Fossil, silly. Are you sure you’re not in Eden?”
“Positive,”
Sighs. “Ask somebody else; I’m clueless, cutie,”
“Uh, Nikii. Don’t call me that,” he tried to politely imply.
“Well, ask a passing driver,”
“Nikii! I don’t think you understand. Nobody has driven past us since the two hours we’ve been here!”
“Well, don’t get pissy with me, Alan!” she exclaimed as she hung up on him.
“*****.”
“Any luck?”
“No, babe,” he stood up, “She’s really pissing me off.”
“Why? Because she has a huge crush on you?”
“No, because she sucks.” Cecilia agreed. “We’re camping tonight.” The girl lit with fire.
Reentering the Chevy, Alan put a Neil Diamond CD in. “Solitary Man”. Silently enjoying the chords, Alan and Cecilia both looked into their rearview mirrors focusing on nothing but the bridge. The reflection told temptation. Minutes of acoustics dominated her thoughts as she stared and counted while her heart pounds. The boy was hypnotized.
Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four…
Forty-seven, forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty…
Heavily breathing, she continues.
Sixty-one… Seventy-three… Ninety-five… One hundred.
Waking up, it hit them. Silence. Eyes meet. “Let’s go over there!” The boy shouted. Excitement. Adrenaline.
Something made life feel wonderful for those moments. “What can make a bridge so attractive?” Alan started losing his breath. He grabbed hands and led the way. Cecilia started to run. Eager, more every footstep. Uncontrollable joy overwhelming with love. Hope. Faith. Unity. Soft hands. Sparkling eyes. Life.
Glory. The thrill. Intense. Almost addictive. A concrete gave from under. An old sewer? “Have I gone crazy?” Alan muttered still joining hands. “Should… we go in?”
“We have all night, Alan.” Cecelia smiled. “We shall take a dark walk.” She squeezed his hand tightly.
The tunnel led to darkness. Pitch black glory. Stretching from arm to arm as it were made a hallway. A pathway for a couple, like walking down the isle for a wedding. It was a pleasure to be with; who you knew was your perfect lover.
Slowly walking on cold concrete, smooth as if it were untouched, the room grew smaller. There was a small end. An aroma filled the cave which reminded Cecilia of the smell of a bouquet of fresh roses and water. Heavenly.
Cecilia gasped. A dark light blinded their entrance. The view was perfect, limited, enough and incredible. A full moon welcomed the newcomers. The healthy grass was damp and fresh. Random stones inhabited the open field surrounded by a garden of mountains. The air, tasteful like water. It was cool outside; a slight breeze accompanied the disrupted silence. Awestruck, they were left.
Cecilia kicked her flip-flops off and walked in the grass. “This feels wonderful!” She articulated her positivity. Barefooted she slowly walked and pondered. Out of her bag, she captured pictures with her digital camera and posed Alan for a picture. Alan blushed as Cecilia came close and fed him a small kiss.
“You are a great boy. I’ve felt this way for a long time.”
“And I feel the same,” Alan kissed her and picked her up in his arms. Laughs. Giggles.
“Alan! Put me down!” she teased.
He looked over at a glance of a huge oak tree. A circle of people were joining hangs. With that sight, the adrenaline came back once again.

Is This For Real? Truck Driver Rates?

cdlbjobs — Fri, 26 Feb 2010 22:28:25 +0000

My Daughters Boyfriend 21 has convinced her to move to Calgary this summer by telling her that he can get a job driving truck for $5000 a week. I have questioned this several times and maybe I’m a dumby but if this is true I’m closing my business and driving truck too

Over-the-road Truck Driving… Is This Possible?

cdlbjobs — Fri, 26 Feb 2010 11:31:59 +0000

For anyone who has experience with over-the-road truck driving, especially as a couple–
Is it a good job, do you think? What are the pros and cons, especially in taking on the job as a team?
Also, I’m not the best driver in the world, but I’m safe and I learn quickly, especially when it comes to physically doing things. My husband, however, can do anything behind the wheel. I’ve got a problem with night blindness as well, not to the point that I’m restricted from driving at night, but to the point that it becomes a little more difficult for me…
If I practiced would I still be able to pass the test despite my night blindness, or do companies typically not hire people with this problem? Would it be safe to assume we could do it in a way that has me taking on the daylight hours and him doing the driving when it’s dark?
Also, if I wasn’t qualified to drive, would there be any other way I could go with him?

What Would You Have Avoided If Placed In This Situation Ex. Calling Cops, Faking Illness, Etc.

cdlbjobs — Fri, 26 Feb 2010 11:29:52 +0000

My story begins back in September of 2007. I was going to college where I was viewed as a loner or a person that stayed to himself. What happened next, followed harassment by my dorm room of college kids my own age (Eventually a guard would be put below my window). I left the college, but it was in regards to a decision in career opportunities not met while at that college. Three months later (January of 2008), I decided to return (stupid) only to find harassment and stalking becoming ever more commonplace. In campus I was followed around, made fun of and harassed. Eventually, things that I would do in my apartment, people would know/repeat what would happen there. In fact every time I would move in my apartment, a car alarm would go off; deployed by the students that stayed in my building. Eventually it got so bad that there was a protest that happened below my apartment. I decided that I would move to another apartment that was offered by student housing. This was worse, being that this place was bugged, and a man inside a vehicle outside my apartment would yell degrading comments every time I would move in the apartment. Now through this experience comes a question as to how would you know your apartment was bugged? Well, I would here people talk about my apartment on the street, or hear the exact same songs being played in parties that would play in my apartment. Eventually it got so bad that people outside my apartment would yell me going to kill you!!! As well as kick the apartment wall outside my apartment. It was from this point that I decided to talk to the police. When I talked to them nothing got solved except the harassment being more intensified. Men outside my apartment were yelling degrading comments, students were demanding I “talk to someone” due to my loner behavior, and I began to become an outcast on the college’s campus. Eventually being referred as a weirdo, psychopath and other degrading terms. When I decided to leave to go home, men came outside my dorm room demanded I stay at the college, and began to make death threats. It got so bad that I could see them outside the window making these threats. That is when I decided to call the cops a second time. When the cops came, they said there was no foot prints outside my window, and requested that I go to the hospital. While there I see the exact same guys that were there outside my window were there in the hospital (same guys that bugged me). Fearing for my life, I told the doctors that I was hearing voices and was put in a hospital. Thinking that everything would be alright, the people in the hospital said, that you should go back to the college and they began wearing the college’s emblems (From one nightmare to the next). Eventually I got out of the hospital and went home to my parent’s house. When I was there I found the wires in my basement messed up, and my house, and phone conversations “bugged”. When I would go and walk on the street things that happened in my house, people would know about. In fact joke and talk about the ailments that happened in college. On top of that. While driving on the road, a phone company truck, and/or hospital van would show every single day. To top this off, every time I move in my own house, a car passes by with a person yelling out that you messed up and/or electrical pulses are sent through my house. On top of that they cause havoc in the world. For example, every time “I would mess up”(as said by people who yell past my house everyday) I would see problems within my community and the world even though it sounds crazy. Because of my hospitalization, if I bring this information up with my parents, they think I going nuts and think a higher dosage of medication will work……but I am not nuts. For crying out loud I faked the illness to escape that havoc. So my life has been a living hell ever since I decided to go back to that college in January. Since that time, my life has been of harassment, stalking, and my house and phone calls being bugged. It’s as if there is nothing you can do anything about. I want to mention that most of the people in my home town changed their license plates to the license plates of the college I went to. Plus on top of that each neighbor I would wave hi too, guys in pick up trucks would go to their houses and install bugging equipment within their residences. I witnessed this happening. The last thing I want to add is that now every time I go past a cell phone, a third party participant yells degrading information over the phone. And everyone in my home town considers me a psychopath for leaving the college. To add further woe, when I left the country to visit a relative, these same things would happen there. The only difference was that when I would “mess up”(as said by the drivers), they would honk their horn. For example, if I would get up too fast, or start moving around a car would beep its horn. All these events that occurred are real though it sounds crazy. My illness was faked, but my experiences real. The college I went to: the University of Michigan. In terms of who is stalking/harassing me/electronic harassment or who bugged my parents house, cars, and my car: the government. Found out through an agency that specializes in this. They also explained why I get the electrical shocks in the form of popping sounds throughout my house.

What Would You Do After A Messy Situation Like This

cdlbjobs — Tue, 23 Feb 2010 11:30:54 +0000

My story begins back in September of 2007. I was going to college where I was viewed as a loner or a person that stayed to himself. What happened next, followed harrassment by my dorm room of college kids my own age(Eventually a guard would be put below my window). I left the college, but it was in regards to a desicion in career opportunities not met while at that college. Three months later(January of 2008), I decided to return(stupid) only to find harrassment and stalking becoming ever more commonplace. In campus I was followed around, made fun of and harrassed. Eventually, things that I would do in my apartment, people would know/repeat what would happen there. In fact everytime I would move in my apartment, a car alarm would go off; deployed by the students that stayed in my building. Eventually it got so bad that there was a protest that happened below my apartment. I decided that I would move to another apartment that was offered by student housing. This was worse, being that this place was bugged, and a man inside a vehicle outside my apartment would yell degrading comments everytime I would move in the apartment. Now through this experience comes a question as to how would you know your apartment was bugged? Well, I would here people talk about my apartment on the street, or hear the exact same songs being played in parties that would play in my apartment. Eventually it got so bad that people outside my apartment would yell I going to kill you!!! as well as kick the apartment wall outside my apartment. It was from this point that I decided to talk to the police. When I talked to them nothing got solved except the harassment being more intensified. Men outside my apartment were yelling degrading comments, students were demanding I “talk to someone” due to my loner behavior, and I began to become an outcast on the college’s campus. Eventually being refered as a weirdo, psychopath and other degrading terms. When I decided to leave to go home, men came oustide my dorm room demanded I stay at the college, and began to make death threats. It got so bad that I could see them outside the window making these threats. That is when I decided to call the cops a second time. When the cops came, they said there was no foot prints outside my window, and requested that I go to the hosptial. While there I see the exact same guys that were there outside my window were there in the hospital(same guys that bugged me). Fearing for my life, I told the doctors that I was hearing voices and was put in a hospital. Thinking that everything would be alright, the people in the hospital said, that you should go back to the college and they began wearing the college’s emblems(From one nightmare to the next). Eventually I got out of the hospital and went home to my parent’s house. When I was there I found the wire’s in my basement messed up, and my house, and phone conversations “bugged”. When I would go and walk on the street things that happened in my house, people would know about. In fact joke and talk about the ailments that happened in college. On top of that. While driving on the road, a phone company truck, and/or hospital van would show every single day. To top this off, everytime I move in my own house, a car passes by with a person yelling out that you messed up and/or electrical pulses are sent through my house. On top of that they cause havoc in the world. For example, everytime “I would mess up”(as said by people who yell past my house everyday) I would see problems within my community and the world even though it sounds crazy . Because of my hospitalization, if I bring this information up with my parents, they think I going nuts and think a higher dosage of medication will work……but I am not nuts. For crying outloud I faked the illness to escape that havoc. So my life has been a living hell ever since I decided to go back to that college in January. Since that time, my life has been of harrassment, stalking, and my house and phone calls being bugged. It’s as if there is nothing you can do anything about. I want to mention that most of the people in my home town changed their license plates to the license plates of the college I went to. Plus on top of that each neighbor I would wave hi too, guys in pick up trucks would go to their houses and install bugging equipment within their residences. I witnessed this happening. The last thing I want to add is that now everytime I go past a cell phone, a third party participant yells degrading information over the phone. And everyone in my home town considers me a pychopath for leaving the college. To add further woe, when I left the country to visit a relative, these same things would happen there. The only difference was that when I would “mess up”(as said by the drivers), they would honk their horn. For example, if I would get up too fast, or start moving around a car would beep it’s horn. All these events that occured are real though it sounds crazy. My illness was faked, but my experiences real. The college I went to: the University of Michigan. In terms of who is stalking/harassing me/electronic harassment or who bugged my parents house, cars, and my car: possibly a rogue law enforcement agency.

What Do You Think Of A Woman Driving A Forklift Truck My Friend Wants To Take This Test And Get A Job, But?

cdlbjobs — Sun, 21 Feb 2010 04:28:28 +0000

she’s very girly, would she have any problems getting a job if she was to pass? thanks

So How Bad Is This Resume Cover Letter?

cdlbjobs — Fri, 19 Feb 2010 11:29:47 +0000

I just applied for a road commission position that has opened up in my county and now I’m nervously playing the waiting game. Usually I stick strictly to the guidelines of a formal cover letter and don’t steer far off course. I haven’t had a lot of luck with that in the past three years since I’m still stuck at the same dead end trucking job. This time I tried a more personal approach to my cover letter. My question to you is, how bad IS this cover letter actually going to be? I know they just opened up my cover letter/resume/application package that I put together for them this morning and I’m really nervous. I fear I may have gone too personal and not enough professional. Here’s the cover letter:
Dear XXXXXXX County Road Commission,
It is a well known fact that the level of satisfaction in one’s career will have a direct effect on their performance results at work. For this reason, it is my belief that working for a road commission is my career destiny.
Before even beginning a career as a professional driver, it had been a long time desire of mine to become an employee of a road commission. One of my closest friends has been working at the XXXXXXXX County Road Commission now for over seven years. He often talks of grating the road, plowing snow and the days that he used to spend cutting down and trimming trees. As he describes to me the work that he has done, I always become envious of his daily routine and start to think about how much I would absolutely enjoy going to work if this job description fit it’s way into my life.
Ever since age six when I received my first Power Wheel, a small battery powered buggy, I have loved driving anything that I could squeeze myself into. The bigger the vehicle and more challenging to drive, the better. When another friend started describing to me his job as a truck driver, it only made sense that driving would be the correct career choice for me. Within a week, I was off to truck driving school.
Since then, I have spent two years and nine months nearly nonstop inside of a semi truck, driving almost 300,000 miles. I have earned a six month safe driving award from Werner Enterprises and a one year safe driving award from JB Hunt Transport. I have given the last two years and two months of my employment to JB Hunt Transport and am currently one of the top drivers on my dispatcher’s board.
I am a young man with an entire career left ahead of him to provide you. Though I was not able to make it into your office on a Monday thru Thursday, due to the fact that I am only home on Friday and Saturday, I’m asking for your consideration as a valuable member of your team. I promise you that you will not regret contacting me for an interview.
Sincerely,
XXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXX

I Am Confused About Career. This Makes My Graduation Studies Difficult. Please Suggest?

cdlbjobs — Tue, 16 Feb 2010 05:29:32 +0000

Currently i am doing Computer Science, its my final year. After a month i have my board exams. I am trying studies, and to a extent i have been successfully forcing myself for it. But when the question of career comes to my mind, i dont find myself into a desk job, working on computers. I need something more exiting and rocking. But i am unable to find out anything as such. Whenever i think of it, i get more away from my current studies. I find it stupid, as i am studying something that i dont want to do. Is there anything exiting that i can base my career on? My interests are acting, writing, direction, travelling, adventure, even driving a lorry or truck (long routes). But thats not something i can take as career. I need something promising, concrete, dont want to take any risk for career. Something where i can earn lot. Money matters to me. Dont give me solutions like study rite nw 4 ur boards, think later n all…i need some concrete n promising suggestion. What should i do?