Monday, May 26, 2008
a video of the best rock band... ever.
This is the Pixies doing one of those rare songs that can be linked to a moment in life where a certain clarity is reached and things change. Here it is in acoustic beauty at some folk fest that I really should have been at. French Panic saw them live, but I did not.
It is also proof that I should always be worried about my weight. If you campare Frank Black's photos from the late 1980's to today, you can see just how easy it is to get morbidly obese. I'm sure everyone told him he had nothing to worry about too.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
outfoxed - a movie review by pamplemousse
I have just finished watching a documentary called Outfoxed, which is a film concerning the media giant, Fox News.
I should explain that I, like the filmmakers, have a real problem with Fox. I hate everything about this media empire. I actually hate Bill O’Reilly. That is a powerful statement, because it is rare for me to actually hate anyone. In fact, true hatred for another human has only rarely popped up in my life. It has been primarily reserved for my ex-boss, also a person attempting to build a media empire with the same complete lack of journalistic ethics.
So I hate Fox News. So do the producers of this movie. Great. I should be onside. I’m not, however, fully sold on this production.
Here is what is good about the film Outfoxed: It generally speaks the truth. I am reminded about the rage I felt when I had to watch Fox everyday for work. The aforementioned boss was thrilled to be working with Fox and wanted all O’Reilly clips to lead the news, despite the fact that no actually news was present in the piece.
It was very good to hear former Fox employees speak about what it was like working for the evil media outlet. I like that, because to some degree, I can relate. Dealing with an unethical liar as a boss is very difficult to live with for a thinking human being.
I was moved emotionally and shocked, again, by the ridiculousness of propaganda and how people get away with lying to the multitudes of non-questioning sport fans in our world. (YEAH SPORTS! – I have nothing against sports for the most part. I just needed a non-specific way to identify the masses of which we are all in some way apart of).
All in all, the film is a good review of what is wrong with the US media system, specifically FOX NEWS.
Now for what doesn’t work.
The filmmakers are preaching to the choir. We must have Fox explain themselves. At least attempt to get O’Reilly to speak on camera, or Rupert Murdoch. I would like to hear another perspective, if only to knock it down. I would like to witness one of these big wigs squirm their way out of an honest interview. If Fox claims to be Fair and Balanced, which it is not, then you should strive to make your point that much more fair and balanced.
If you are going toe to toe with a media monster, you have to be able to differentiate your production from theirs, and do it well. That requires that to some extent, you play their game. Graphics have to be clean. The interviews have to be shot properly and have the subjects properly framed and lit. I am not a perfect camera person either, but giving a hippy a camera and letting them loose does not guarantee a good interview. This is my technical snobbery, but it does make a huge difference in how a film is watched.
It is as if some neo-hippies decided to take a swipe at Fox, which is exactly what is going on. I’m a little bored with the David and Goliath story. Time to at least act a little more professional instead of like the little engine that could. Most folks on the right expect that sort of image from the left. Surprise them with perceived competence.
What becomes more disturbing is to see the making of documentary about the documentary – such a strange concept. I do hope I am able to resist the need to include such a thing for any project I attach myself to. Should your work not stand on its own feet? Do you really need to explain your movie outside of an interview at a film festival?
The revelation of how the movie was produced really disappointed me. It was what I imagined. The producer did not seek out any honest Fox News fans, only people that hated Fox News. I would have gladly volunteered my services, having watched several stomach churning hours myself, but I would only echo everything the other viewers had said. Clips of the conference calls with their screeners revealed production staff giggling with glee at responses they had already predicted. They, like Fox, had already decided on the answer before posing the question. How embarrassing.
I feel sort of awkward bringing this up, but do all activists have to look like what the majority of right wing thinkers expect? Can you not be piano teachers from Berkeley? Can you perhaps own a suit? Be fit? Have a producer that insists on a good camera appearance? (This is no simple matter. Even the prettiest amoungst us needs makeup when the harsh video lights pop on.) Maybe at least one of the screeners could be of military serving age? I’m sure this seems very trivial, but there is a reason that lawyers put on a suit to go to court; people tend to take suits seriously, Birkenstocks and man purses less so.
I want to recommend this movie, as there is some great content, but as a whole it feels more like a activist poster. You know the kind. The ones that have sort of witty one liners about ‘I’d rather have my bush in charge’ with a crude drawing of a ladies upper thighs and pubic hair, or ‘no more blood for oil’, made in great haste with giant jiffy markers on poster board or floppy paper stolen from the office depot that some kid works at and held up with hockey sticks.
And I don’t need the feel good, go get ‘em message at the end with the inspiring music playing under the final 5 minutes. That is exactly the sort of thing Fox does, but they actually do it better. Don’t do it. End it honestly and bluntly. No music. I don’t want to see the manipulation from the left wing. I don’t want to be provoked into joining a group of angry protesters that snap fingers instead of clapping. I already did that in university. Didn’t change a damn thing except make me feel like a sheep marching behind some egocentric jerk, giddy with power and feeling overly righteous about it.
If people need to know what to do, then it is already too late for them, because if you want to avoid Fox News, you just need to switch your news source. See, you don’t even have to write a letter, or have a blog, or wish death upon the financial elite… just stop watching FOX. There is one thing that old Rupert does understand, and that is money. Take it away from him, and he will disappear.
I should explain that I, like the filmmakers, have a real problem with Fox. I hate everything about this media empire. I actually hate Bill O’Reilly. That is a powerful statement, because it is rare for me to actually hate anyone. In fact, true hatred for another human has only rarely popped up in my life. It has been primarily reserved for my ex-boss, also a person attempting to build a media empire with the same complete lack of journalistic ethics.
So I hate Fox News. So do the producers of this movie. Great. I should be onside. I’m not, however, fully sold on this production.
Here is what is good about the film Outfoxed: It generally speaks the truth. I am reminded about the rage I felt when I had to watch Fox everyday for work. The aforementioned boss was thrilled to be working with Fox and wanted all O’Reilly clips to lead the news, despite the fact that no actually news was present in the piece.
It was very good to hear former Fox employees speak about what it was like working for the evil media outlet. I like that, because to some degree, I can relate. Dealing with an unethical liar as a boss is very difficult to live with for a thinking human being.
I was moved emotionally and shocked, again, by the ridiculousness of propaganda and how people get away with lying to the multitudes of non-questioning sport fans in our world. (YEAH SPORTS! – I have nothing against sports for the most part. I just needed a non-specific way to identify the masses of which we are all in some way apart of).
All in all, the film is a good review of what is wrong with the US media system, specifically FOX NEWS.
Now for what doesn’t work.
The filmmakers are preaching to the choir. We must have Fox explain themselves. At least attempt to get O’Reilly to speak on camera, or Rupert Murdoch. I would like to hear another perspective, if only to knock it down. I would like to witness one of these big wigs squirm their way out of an honest interview. If Fox claims to be Fair and Balanced, which it is not, then you should strive to make your point that much more fair and balanced.
If you are going toe to toe with a media monster, you have to be able to differentiate your production from theirs, and do it well. That requires that to some extent, you play their game. Graphics have to be clean. The interviews have to be shot properly and have the subjects properly framed and lit. I am not a perfect camera person either, but giving a hippy a camera and letting them loose does not guarantee a good interview. This is my technical snobbery, but it does make a huge difference in how a film is watched.
It is as if some neo-hippies decided to take a swipe at Fox, which is exactly what is going on. I’m a little bored with the David and Goliath story. Time to at least act a little more professional instead of like the little engine that could. Most folks on the right expect that sort of image from the left. Surprise them with perceived competence.
What becomes more disturbing is to see the making of documentary about the documentary – such a strange concept. I do hope I am able to resist the need to include such a thing for any project I attach myself to. Should your work not stand on its own feet? Do you really need to explain your movie outside of an interview at a film festival?
The revelation of how the movie was produced really disappointed me. It was what I imagined. The producer did not seek out any honest Fox News fans, only people that hated Fox News. I would have gladly volunteered my services, having watched several stomach churning hours myself, but I would only echo everything the other viewers had said. Clips of the conference calls with their screeners revealed production staff giggling with glee at responses they had already predicted. They, like Fox, had already decided on the answer before posing the question. How embarrassing.
I feel sort of awkward bringing this up, but do all activists have to look like what the majority of right wing thinkers expect? Can you not be piano teachers from Berkeley? Can you perhaps own a suit? Be fit? Have a producer that insists on a good camera appearance? (This is no simple matter. Even the prettiest amoungst us needs makeup when the harsh video lights pop on.) Maybe at least one of the screeners could be of military serving age? I’m sure this seems very trivial, but there is a reason that lawyers put on a suit to go to court; people tend to take suits seriously, Birkenstocks and man purses less so.
I want to recommend this movie, as there is some great content, but as a whole it feels more like a activist poster. You know the kind. The ones that have sort of witty one liners about ‘I’d rather have my bush in charge’ with a crude drawing of a ladies upper thighs and pubic hair, or ‘no more blood for oil’, made in great haste with giant jiffy markers on poster board or floppy paper stolen from the office depot that some kid works at and held up with hockey sticks.
And I don’t need the feel good, go get ‘em message at the end with the inspiring music playing under the final 5 minutes. That is exactly the sort of thing Fox does, but they actually do it better. Don’t do it. End it honestly and bluntly. No music. I don’t want to see the manipulation from the left wing. I don’t want to be provoked into joining a group of angry protesters that snap fingers instead of clapping. I already did that in university. Didn’t change a damn thing except make me feel like a sheep marching behind some egocentric jerk, giddy with power and feeling overly righteous about it.
If people need to know what to do, then it is already too late for them, because if you want to avoid Fox News, you just need to switch your news source. See, you don’t even have to write a letter, or have a blog, or wish death upon the financial elite… just stop watching FOX. There is one thing that old Rupert does understand, and that is money. Take it away from him, and he will disappear.
Sunday, May 04, 2008
the amps.
I have been inhaling a steady muscial diet of The Amps lately. It is the band that Kim Deal was somehow involved in for a certain period of time.
A steady diet of the Amps is a good way to spend a slightly sad night of driving and absently thinking about various topics.
As with most things cool in music that I have been exposed to, my very most favorite person French Panic introduced me to it. I listened to the whole album several times on the lonely highway 16 from Edmonton to Hinton. It was night for most of it and I had forgotten how to engage high beams seeing as I just don’t drive at all anymore and my brand new Québecois license has become simply incidental in my life.
Once again, I find myself in Hinton mere days before French Panic’s birthday, unable to celebrate with her and her birthday twin avec famille.
I have become accustomed to my Montréal life, and the west is shaking me awake again.
A steady diet of the Amps is a good way to spend a slightly sad night of driving and absently thinking about various topics.
As with most things cool in music that I have been exposed to, my very most favorite person French Panic introduced me to it. I listened to the whole album several times on the lonely highway 16 from Edmonton to Hinton. It was night for most of it and I had forgotten how to engage high beams seeing as I just don’t drive at all anymore and my brand new Québecois license has become simply incidental in my life.
Once again, I find myself in Hinton mere days before French Panic’s birthday, unable to celebrate with her and her birthday twin avec famille.
I have become accustomed to my Montréal life, and the west is shaking me awake again.
bus trips.
I have not put anything up in over a month. I have written some things, but I'm busy teaching and video taping and I've already got other things that are falling far behind schedule. Sorry if you are annoyed and some sort of fan of this humble little blog. I'll try to be more better in the future.
A couple of weeks ago… maybe a bit more by now, I left Saltspring Island.
I took the ferry to Vancouver, spent a night with an old and wise friend who taught me to drink scotch, which is a very fine thing.
From there, I left before anyone else and caught the greyhound bus to Hinton, Alberta.
Bus travel in Western Canada, seems to belong, largely to the poor and desperate. This is a shame and probably due to every person owning a pick up truck and a well paying job of some sort.
My bus mates were the usual collection of bus types.
Two teen age girls, merrily running away from home and unwisely took the three seats across the back thinking that it was some sort of lounger. The silly girls did not realize that those seats do not recline and are positioned at the smelliest possible location, kitty corner to thrill free bathroom with strange blue liquid sloshing about and a sink, utterly useless without even the hint of a tap or any running water.
Several men of dubious looks also take this bus. All, without exception, have t shirts with drawings of animals prominently displayed, mostly eagles, wolves and bears. Most had the feel of crystal meth, but I am saying that without real experience into what a crystal meth addict looks like. Maybe they are merely unhealthy and heading to the next work camp. Most also wore trucker caps given as a safety awards from various oil and forestry related industries.
The saddest of all bus folk though are the grandmas heading to some small interior BC town to visit ungrateful grandkids waiting only to receive gifts.
Sadder even than this is Grandmothers returning from such visits having far exceeded their welcome and provided the wrong sort of gift for ungrateful grandkids. Kids never fully appreciate the value of a hand made sweater with a large eagle, wolf or bear on it.
You can tell these two subtly different groups of grandmas from the air of hope or defeat.
None of this got me down though. I am on a long and involved adventure for the first time in over a year.
A couple of weeks ago… maybe a bit more by now, I left Saltspring Island.
I took the ferry to Vancouver, spent a night with an old and wise friend who taught me to drink scotch, which is a very fine thing.
From there, I left before anyone else and caught the greyhound bus to Hinton, Alberta.
Bus travel in Western Canada, seems to belong, largely to the poor and desperate. This is a shame and probably due to every person owning a pick up truck and a well paying job of some sort.
My bus mates were the usual collection of bus types.
Two teen age girls, merrily running away from home and unwisely took the three seats across the back thinking that it was some sort of lounger. The silly girls did not realize that those seats do not recline and are positioned at the smelliest possible location, kitty corner to thrill free bathroom with strange blue liquid sloshing about and a sink, utterly useless without even the hint of a tap or any running water.
Several men of dubious looks also take this bus. All, without exception, have t shirts with drawings of animals prominently displayed, mostly eagles, wolves and bears. Most had the feel of crystal meth, but I am saying that without real experience into what a crystal meth addict looks like. Maybe they are merely unhealthy and heading to the next work camp. Most also wore trucker caps given as a safety awards from various oil and forestry related industries.
The saddest of all bus folk though are the grandmas heading to some small interior BC town to visit ungrateful grandkids waiting only to receive gifts.
Sadder even than this is Grandmothers returning from such visits having far exceeded their welcome and provided the wrong sort of gift for ungrateful grandkids. Kids never fully appreciate the value of a hand made sweater with a large eagle, wolf or bear on it.
You can tell these two subtly different groups of grandmas from the air of hope or defeat.
None of this got me down though. I am on a long and involved adventure for the first time in over a year.
Friday, March 28, 2008
pamplemousse heads west, (young man).
I’m at the beginning of a big adventure. It started a week ago with a plane trip out west to BC; a plane trip on which I got sick somewhere over Thunder Bay. It was gross and embarrassing. I rarely get sick and puking is the thing I’m worst at and in the confines of a plane bathroom I get progressively worse at it. Usually I travel very well, like apples or Styrofoam. That day I was traveling more like a mushy banana at the bottom of an 8 year old’s school bag.It was an extra shame, because I happened to seated next to an older couple who were very friendly and talkative and it was interesting, until of course I turned green all of a sudden and had to travel with my head on my knees in a vain effort to suppress the strange nausea.
But that part of the adventure ended and after lying outside at the Swartz bay ferry terminal for an hour, I felt a lot better. Then I was on the boat to Saltspring Island – a strange place with many hippies and rich yuppies. Apparently there are American celebrities living here, but I wouldn’t know. No one cares for celebrity around here.
It’s been a pleasant visit, other than the usual family politics, which I’ve blissfully ignored as much as I can and would rather not write about. The parent’s hot tub with a mountain top view allows me to forget such things.
We all headed over to Victoria the other day so I could meet up with Jimbo Gordaneer who is a very fine artist (and the granpa of my two best buddies under 10). I also got to meet Mark Laver, another painter. Painters always impress me. Jimbo can’t explain how he comes up with ideas, and I appreciate that honesty. None of that art school pretension here. Just paintings… everywhere. No corner of that old house is empty of art, and there is a pleasant surprise every which way.
Since then, I’ve been puttering around the island. I met a float plane pilot that let me sit in his beaver plane, and was ignored by all the sullen looking goth like kids hanging around the harbour.
I did manage to fall through a hole in the porch of the cabin my father is renovating. For some reason it was covered over with black tar paper. This is the sort of trick the Viet Cong pulled on the Americans in Vietnam. I didn’t expect it from my parents. Check out that bruise. I’m reasonably sure they didn’t mean to do this.
You can almost see my butt. I cropped it out though, cause this isn't that sort of blog... yet.
I traded my computer hands for chainsaw hands for a few days, which is why I haven’t posted until now. Today, although I had left my winter boots behind, I find that 2 inches of snow have fallen over night. As a result we are house bound, sort of. It’s really pretty though, and the two stupid dogs are very happy.
Tomorrow I’m off to Vancouver and then the long bus ride to Hinton. Huzzah!
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
cbc exam part 2 - the results.
Just moments ago, my email program happily chimed to let me know of my latest email.
It was the results from last week's attempt at the infamous CBC entrance exam.
As I had feared, it was a fail.
57%. Just 3 % shy of the cut off mark. I'm betting it was the grammar question that got me. That and the dozen questions regarding electricity and set building that I had no hope of getting.
I wouldn't have been proud with just a 60% either, but the test itself was unfair. How am I to be an expert at 11 different and mostly unrelated technical skills? There was no realistic way to study for this. Where do I start with computer programming? What level of competence are they looking for in my ability to put screws into a set?
So now I am supposed to wait a further 12 months before I will be deemed mature enough to try again.
Well think again, CBC. I will not be crawling back begging for a job.
Instead, when I've calmed down some, I will be sending a well written letter of outrage, and I expect to be listened to...
It was the results from last week's attempt at the infamous CBC entrance exam.
As I had feared, it was a fail.
57%. Just 3 % shy of the cut off mark. I'm betting it was the grammar question that got me. That and the dozen questions regarding electricity and set building that I had no hope of getting.
I wouldn't have been proud with just a 60% either, but the test itself was unfair. How am I to be an expert at 11 different and mostly unrelated technical skills? There was no realistic way to study for this. Where do I start with computer programming? What level of competence are they looking for in my ability to put screws into a set?
So now I am supposed to wait a further 12 months before I will be deemed mature enough to try again.
Well think again, CBC. I will not be crawling back begging for a job.
Instead, when I've calmed down some, I will be sending a well written letter of outrage, and I expect to be listened to...
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
the CBC technical skills exam.
I have been trying to get my little media savvy self hired on to the venerable Canadian Broadcasting Corporation.
I wouldn’t call it a ‘dream’ as such. More of a desire for a job in a mostly non-profit corporation with generally good intentions. Not quite the same as working for Amnesty International, but at least I wouldn’t be actively doing things to wreck havoc on the environment and civilization. I also like the idea of a steady paycheck, union regulated coffee breaks, and, possibly, interesting co-workers.
Oh, how I would love to have co-workers again! I can almost hear you office drones groan. I’ve read (okay, heard of) the studies indicating how little work gets done in the average office due to interruptions by said co-workers. I still remember how the old, evil boss would phone in 5 minute intervals not allowing me the chance to finish any of the work in question.
However, work at home is no picnic.
First off, there is the television. Then all the books and magazines. Then the internet. And finally a pleasant kitchen were I can drink endless espressos. Sounds nice, right?
This merely extends the work day far into the night. The guilt is what drives me to stay up. A sterile office would leave me with nothing but work to do. It would possibly leave me annoyed and tired, but it would be over for the day at 5pm.
So imagine my joy at finally getting an invitation to an entrance exam at the CBC that I thought would never ever come.
The 4 hour exam is only to put me in the running for a temporary position during the summer... maybe. It also put me in a very bad mood. I had to force myself to smile when I handed in the exam.
One has to score at least 60% on the entire exam, which would be fair, I suppose, if all of the exam had something to do with my expertise. There was a first section to the exam which had a French grammar question first thing. This is remarkably ignorant, as I won't be writing material for the CBC and I wouldn't be able to read the exam at all without an appropriate level of French. That is the state of affairs regarding language around here. If I took the same exam in Toronto or Vancouver, there wouldn't be an English grammar question.
The French are so touchy. You'd think General Wolfe was still marching across the Plains of Abraham the way they go on.
Following that were a bunch of questions on general knowledge that included such gems as 'when did the CBC start colour broadcast television?' and 'Match the faces with the show on which these people are on.' and my favorite 'Pick out which photos are of labour leaders'. I tend to listen to the news on the radio, so that wasn't much help.
My chances of success were saved by the fact that I happen to have had a job in a very small and ridiculous newsroom where I watched and encoded news videos for 8 hours nearly every day for nearly a year. I can match up world leaders with the flags of their countries, no problem. I’ll be able to ace any exam involving world current affairs for at least the next 6 months without any effort. The newsroom in question didn't cover local labour leaders or Québec talk show hosts.
The problem was really the second section which was all technical, but covered 11 different technical jobs, none of which are related. So I found myself trying to answer questions regarding electrical wiring, set design, and computer programming. I know nothing about these skill sets, except that you should never, never put your tongue on a nail or an electrical outlet or a hard drive. None of the questions covered those safety aspects.
If I score less than 60%, then I cannot apply for a position at the CBC for a year.
So I figured that at least now they have a paper file on me. It contains all of the information I give to them each and every time I apply to the CBC, but it at least feels like a step towards employment. I was reasonably confident on over 60% of the questions, but multiple choice is not a good way to evaluate people, and I have always feared the silly trickery which examiners are so proud of. Such a cruel game.
I'm not sure I understand the modern hiring practices. Do these people honestly think that I'm sitting at home by the phone waiting for the temporary offer? What happened to the old fashioned job interview?
The happy news is that this is all moot. Back in November, in a fit of panic at not being gainfully employed, I decided to return to my old job forest fire fighting with the small twist of filming a documentary at the same time.
I’m about to leave this snowbound city for the entire spring and summer seasons. There will be bugs and annoying work related politics, but in exchange, I get adventure and pay. It’s like the army minus the guns (and hopefully getting shot at).
CBC will just have to wait on me. I know they’ll be upset, but there is the chance that I failed their exam anyhow. I’m not good at multiple guess.
I wouldn’t call it a ‘dream’ as such. More of a desire for a job in a mostly non-profit corporation with generally good intentions. Not quite the same as working for Amnesty International, but at least I wouldn’t be actively doing things to wreck havoc on the environment and civilization. I also like the idea of a steady paycheck, union regulated coffee breaks, and, possibly, interesting co-workers.
Oh, how I would love to have co-workers again! I can almost hear you office drones groan. I’ve read (okay, heard of) the studies indicating how little work gets done in the average office due to interruptions by said co-workers. I still remember how the old, evil boss would phone in 5 minute intervals not allowing me the chance to finish any of the work in question.
However, work at home is no picnic.
First off, there is the television. Then all the books and magazines. Then the internet. And finally a pleasant kitchen were I can drink endless espressos. Sounds nice, right?
This merely extends the work day far into the night. The guilt is what drives me to stay up. A sterile office would leave me with nothing but work to do. It would possibly leave me annoyed and tired, but it would be over for the day at 5pm.
So imagine my joy at finally getting an invitation to an entrance exam at the CBC that I thought would never ever come.
The 4 hour exam is only to put me in the running for a temporary position during the summer... maybe. It also put me in a very bad mood. I had to force myself to smile when I handed in the exam.
One has to score at least 60% on the entire exam, which would be fair, I suppose, if all of the exam had something to do with my expertise. There was a first section to the exam which had a French grammar question first thing. This is remarkably ignorant, as I won't be writing material for the CBC and I wouldn't be able to read the exam at all without an appropriate level of French. That is the state of affairs regarding language around here. If I took the same exam in Toronto or Vancouver, there wouldn't be an English grammar question.
The French are so touchy. You'd think General Wolfe was still marching across the Plains of Abraham the way they go on.
Following that were a bunch of questions on general knowledge that included such gems as 'when did the CBC start colour broadcast television?' and 'Match the faces with the show on which these people are on.' and my favorite 'Pick out which photos are of labour leaders'. I tend to listen to the news on the radio, so that wasn't much help.
My chances of success were saved by the fact that I happen to have had a job in a very small and ridiculous newsroom where I watched and encoded news videos for 8 hours nearly every day for nearly a year. I can match up world leaders with the flags of their countries, no problem. I’ll be able to ace any exam involving world current affairs for at least the next 6 months without any effort. The newsroom in question didn't cover local labour leaders or Québec talk show hosts.
The problem was really the second section which was all technical, but covered 11 different technical jobs, none of which are related. So I found myself trying to answer questions regarding electrical wiring, set design, and computer programming. I know nothing about these skill sets, except that you should never, never put your tongue on a nail or an electrical outlet or a hard drive. None of the questions covered those safety aspects.
If I score less than 60%, then I cannot apply for a position at the CBC for a year.
So I figured that at least now they have a paper file on me. It contains all of the information I give to them each and every time I apply to the CBC, but it at least feels like a step towards employment. I was reasonably confident on over 60% of the questions, but multiple choice is not a good way to evaluate people, and I have always feared the silly trickery which examiners are so proud of. Such a cruel game.
I'm not sure I understand the modern hiring practices. Do these people honestly think that I'm sitting at home by the phone waiting for the temporary offer? What happened to the old fashioned job interview?
The happy news is that this is all moot. Back in November, in a fit of panic at not being gainfully employed, I decided to return to my old job forest fire fighting with the small twist of filming a documentary at the same time.
I’m about to leave this snowbound city for the entire spring and summer seasons. There will be bugs and annoying work related politics, but in exchange, I get adventure and pay. It’s like the army minus the guns (and hopefully getting shot at).
CBC will just have to wait on me. I know they’ll be upset, but there is the chance that I failed their exam anyhow. I’m not good at multiple guess.
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