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August 12th 03, 06:28 AM

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(Larry Roll K3LT) writes:

In article ,
(Len Over 21) writes:

Well, find me an entry-level Personnel Officer job in Kent County, DE with
the same pay and benefits as my present job, and I'll take it! BTW, I
applied
for one in my own company last year, but it went to, of all people, one of
my
own classmates, a very fine, sexy-looking YL! She did NOT graduate
with any kind of honors, since she took her program part-time and took over
7 years to get her degree, whereas I did mine on a full-time basis in 2.5
years. But I don't look as good in a cubicle as she does!

No problem, we've never expected anything but the usual Roll
Rationalizations.

Lennie:

That's pretty funny, but that is what actually happened! Quite frankly, if I
had to choose between hiring "Suzie" (not her real name) and myself, I'd
hire her each time!

Quit fantasizing.

You are in one of your dream-trance modes again, imagining you are
able to hire anyone. You are NOT in any personnel department. You
are a bus driver, not a "human resources specialist."

You are keeping up the usual level of Roll misogyny. Some things
never change.

I gues snot!

You got "Summa cum Laude" for THAT kind of remark?!?

While I freely admit that I do have a
great deal of respect for hams who do possess genuine, professional-
grade technical qualifications, you, and your apologists Floyd Davidson
and Len Anderson, tend to raise the noise level to BPL standards!

Poor baby...still miffed at no one recognizing your intrinsic
Greatness?

I hadn't noticed that anyone isn't recognizing it, Lennie.

No one HAS recognized your greatness. It isn't there.

But you keep insisting you have it.

No, Lennie, YOU did! I never mentioned my "intrinsic Greatness."

What do you call your self-inflated self-praising ego trips in here?

Oh, yes, "witty, insightful" thoughts. About as witty and insightful
as your "snot" remark.

Beeperitis.

That would be an inflammation of the beeper. Is your beeper inflamed,
Lennie?
I recommend Preparation H!

Wrong, monoxide breath. There is NO cure for Beeperitis. It is
terminal and all victims are, in their last stages, trying to take
everyone to an agonizing end with them.

I am a BUS DRIVER, remember?

Strange...you keep insisting you are a "paratransit specialist."

Which is it?

Suit yourself. Either one is true.

I'm not a tailor. You never got a job as a Personnel person despite
your many claims you could have your choice of any such job.

My knowledge of communications is
limited to what I've done in AMATEUR radio, and the use of my 800 MHz
voice/data comm system in my bus.

You've been licensed as an AMATEUR how long? And you've never
bothered to find out about radio technology since you became an
extra something-or-other?

Twenty-two years this month, Lennie. And, yes, I have!

What kind of "education?" Memorizing the ads in QST every month?

Are you LAZY?

Most definitely!

We finally agree on something.

Lennie, you're obviously in need of new reading glasses. I've never
claimed
to be anything but an average ham with average, AMATEUR-level
technical skills.

Tsk, tsk, tsk...how quickly they forget. You claimed to be in the "upper
percentile of amateur radio." :-)

I think that was the upper fifth percentile, IIRC. Get it right.

The only "fifth" you are in is a booze bottle...dreaming fantasies
of glory and greatness of self and then writing epic stories of
your accomplishments in amateurism.

Maybe it isn't booze. Maybe it is monoxide poisoning from being
stuck in mental gridlock too long.

I would classify you as little more than an ego-driven salesman type
who does CB-like radio activity with a federal license grant.

Aren't you supposed to be in the national pool of "trained
communicators" for the nation's benefit and "advancing the state
of the art" of AMATEURISM?

I liked it better when you were just a Soma Come Loud student who
could get any human resources job he wanted after graduation.

Well, Lennie, I learned the truth the hard way. I'm not a 5'2" red head
with a sexy figure, a sweet-as-honey Southern twang in my voice, and
a tight little butt.

My, my, you aren't? Everyone got the impression you could have
any woman you wanted according to old Google archives.

Whatever happened to "Natasha" of your dreams? Have a
nightmare?

Then again, she's collecting dust in that cubicle all day,
and I'm out enjoying a paid ride in the countryside, enjoying my tunes
on the stereo, helping out people who need my help to be able to live
relatively normal lives. I decided a while ago that if my company has
some other job for me to do, it had better be something I can do from
behind the wheel of my bus! So go ahead, keep up the whining about
my alleged claims of what I was going to do after graduation. That's
about all you're good for around here!

Google has archives. Your "alleged claims" existed in reality.

No one can take you seriously. No one could.

Go back to playing with your radios. Try to make a PSK31 contact
or something. Or with other modes. No one really cares. shrug