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Name: Omar
Country: Bulgaria
Birthday: 7/27/1900
Gender: Male
Interests: Music, Photoshop,hanging with friends,sports
Expertise: Dunno you guys tell me
Occupation: Other
Industry: Entertainment
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Member Since:
6/20/2004
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| This summer was the summer that I would be eligible to finally get a job. I applied everywhere for a job, but only one place called me back. This place was a local grocery store known for being a big chain in the Midwest. This store is called "Jewel Osco". I went over there for my interview and easily got the job. A week later I started orientation and watched a lot of lame videos. My whole 4 hours of work was watching lame videos on customer service, sanitation, and Sexual Harassment. I mean come on I'm bagging groceries not trying to build a bridge across the atlantic. Then the next day I got to work I head straight for the bagging. I start bagging with this cool cashier dude named Chris. Next thing you know a large man comes up to me, his name being Charles, and asks me if I am me. I already have a name tag on, but thats the Jewel Osco way asking first before using common sense. He tells me before I bag I must do training on bagging. I stare at him and then continue to bag. He then sends someone over to relieve my position, and I walk upstairs (yes all Jewel Osco's have an upstairs) to do training. Training took 3 hours. It consisted of me and three other trainees to watch and "quiz" ourselves on 2 set CD-ROM training application. If it were just me I could have finished the CD's in 30 mins, but no we had to watch and talk about everything. Charles is not a bad guy no. It was these two people that were in the group that were just so stupid. They got questions such as "Do you bag chemicals with food?" wrong. After that I went back to work bagging with Chris. Chris told me even though I am paying the "Jewel Union" that I won't be receiving any benefits for two years! He received his in one year, but thanks to the damn Union I don't get anything. I continue to bag and joke around with the dude. Then Charles comes up to me and tells me that I gotta get the carts from outside. I ask him why? He said that its part of my job. I told him that I was told I was going to be a bagger not a Carter. He replies "Baggers are carters". Chris begins to laugh and says "I told you you're the slaves of the company." I shake my fists at him and proceed to get carts from the outside. I come back in and go back to bagging. Then Charles says "Alright you can go home now" I clock at 9 pm and go home.
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| Just Saturday my good friend Ross converted to Islam.
I know the weblog is pretty late, but I was pretty busy.
I'm glad he found what he was looking for in Islam. | | |
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In the name of God, Most Gracious, Most Merciful
Say: He is Allah, the One and Only!
Allah, the Eternal, Absolute;
He begetteth not nor is He begotten.
And there is none like unto Him.
The smallest surahs can have the biggest meanings.
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| I purusing on TV one day and caught myself watching a kid swearing at his mother. I wasn't suprised that the child would want to swear at his parental unit, I mean we all want at some point in our lives, and some people acutally do. But I was shocked and abhorred when the mother didn't do anything while the child ran upstairs throwing his hands up in the air and laughing. The mother had a complete breakdown started to cry and blubbered "I can't control my children I need help blah blah blah." And after she said this she proceeded to eat a donut saying that she wishes her children were "Donuts" because "donuts" don't yell and swear at her.
I believe the parents these days because of the liberalism of the 70's don't know how to disicipline their kids.
Here lemme bring my good friend Bill Cosby to tell you what I mean.
Thank you Bill for your input.
You see you don't need a Supernanny to positivly reinforce your kids on what to do and not what to do. You basically need one thing.
And that thing ladies and gentlemen is a firm backhand.
Not this kind of backhand.
This kind with a hairy wrist to put the fear in the kids.
You see parents have forgotten the use of the mighty backhand to discipline kids. Its not their fault its the parents before them that went soft on them. They didn't teach them the way of "Billy-shut-the-hell-up-or-you'll-get-some- of-this-fu"
Many people use this art that has been passed down generation to generation. Just look at Bruce Lee getting ready to slap this guy because he mistook him for Jackie Chan. Notice the technique of close to open hand.
But one generation did not want to use the sacred art because they felt it was too barbaric. This is where the problem of unruly children started. Because kids could say or do anything they want without getting the crap slapped out of them. And the result of this is hooligan kids who end up on Maury just because daddy was too much of a wimp to hit them.
Your Kid can either end up like this if you don't backhand them
"Hey mAn! You know you don't need money for anything man. It doesn't do anything except pay for:
Bills
Gas
Car
Rent
Insurance
Taxes
Clothes (though you won't be needing more than one pair you dirty hippie!)
FOOD!
Movies
The hippie would have said more but he OD'd on "having the time of his life."
AKA
Heroin
Your kid though will turn out like this if you do backhand though
"Thanks Mom and Dad for backhanding me till I got good grades and make enough money so I don't have to live in the basement mooching off of you while I smoke weed and work part time at McDonalds!"
And you know what you don't even have to backhand them all the time. Once they get it once they will always remember how it felt. So if he's giving you lip just do these steps.
1. First acknowledge that he is crossing what I like to call "The Mexican-American Border". A border that shouldn't be crossed but kids do all the time.
"Mom your so stooopid"
"Tommy don't even think about crossing the border."
2. If the child does not quickly apologize for their actions and proceeds to cross the border give them the "look of death" The look of death is like a poker face. Because the child is trying to decide if you are "bluffing" and not going to hit them or if you are the real deal. I think this picture of this cat summarizes what I mean. Good Face
Bad Face
Unless you kid has a deep fear of homosexuals I don't think this would work.
"Mom your Stoopid"
*Mom gives "look of death" at Tommy*
3. If the child proceeds thinking you are bluffing you proceed to raise your arm towards your opposing shoulder "cocking" the backhand to launch.
"Mom your sooooooo stoooooooopid"
*Mom proceeds with the arm raising*
4. If your child still doesn't get the message then give the signal to fire the first volley. And don't forget to follow through.
"Mom you are still stoo-"
*SMACK*
5. This step should be the last step. Your child should now get the message and start crying. Do not console or feel sorry. They should feel sorry. But their are always those kids who have to talk back again. Now if you did step 4 right and followed through you should have the front of your hand ready to smack them again. You can either let the fingers be relaxed so air ressitance is minimal. Or tightly push them together.
"Why'd u hit me you stupid slut!"
*Smack *Smack* *Smack*
6. Now this step rarely and I mean rarely is needed. This is when the child decides to fight back. This is when you go Samuel Jackson on their ass Mace Windu Style.
*Tommy hits mom*
"Thats IT. I HAVE HAD IT WITH THESE MUTHA-FUCKIN KIDS IN THIS MUTHA-FUCKING HOUSE."
Need I say more?
With these easy steps you can achieve silence in the household. Get those taxes done. And save money from buying a stupid nanny to take care of your kids instead of you doing your job as a parent. | | |
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