I had the same feeling when I watched the trailer forthe new Ghostbusters film. It starts by telling us that thirty years ago a team of scientists saved New York

Thirty fucking years? Jesus, I am old.

You say that like it's a bad thing.

I remember when that came out, huge reaction in the media. I wonder if it was any good? Bad bad music...

I loved the original film. It was so funny. I pretty much fell in love with Bill Murray. It's hard to separate it out now from the huge brand it became, but it was a really well-made and funny film, with a cast of performers who were all right at the top of their game.

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Back in early January I applied for a FT job in a kitchen as a cook. (One of my many talents) The initial interview went well, I got a call back a few weeks later and they asked if I would come in for a day and cook as a sort of paid audition, if you will. Things seemed to go well and they said they'd call in a few days, they needed to figure things out with other employees, yada. yada. A week or twp goes by and I figure I will call as I have other irons in the fire. "Thanks for the call, could you come in again for another try out?"

I do, and again things went well; they seemed very positive and so forth, if a lot disorganized. I also noted that they still had their help wanted sign up, but figured restaurants always need help.

They said they'd call in a few days after they figured stuff out. A couple of weeks goes by and no word, meanwhile I need to make a move one way or another, it's been almost 8 weeks since my initial meeting so I give them a call and ask what's up?

They tell me they had some front end people leave suddenly and they need to find replacements for them so they aren't hiring a cook. WTF? Strung along for weeks and then get that weird answer. I happened to drive by the place today and noticed the hlp wanted sign was down.

Just as well that I'm not working there, but WTF? Annoying.

It seems like you were a pawn in a different game. Sorry man, but maybe lucky not to work there.

We've done that to people before. Back in the day, when we used to hire people, we would sometimes interview people for positions we needed to fill, and we honestly wanted to hire those people, but then some event would happen and that would eliminate the need for that particular position and maybe a different position would be open instead. (For example, hiring an entry level person instead of a person with experience, or vice versa.)

Normally you let the candidates know right away, but if there was some uncertainty about what the situation was, and we needed to keep our options open until that uncertainty became clear again, we would have to stall a little.

I attempted to get the bike out of the driveway yesterday by passing too near my wife's car and over a pile of leaf debris. It didn't work, bike got stuck, then wanted to fall over. Bike is very heavy, so I began screaming for help

Roommate and wife come to the rescue. My car keys are required so that my vehicle and wife's can be moved to free the now pretty much fallen over, and laying on the camper tongue, bike. After frantic searching on the part of wife, keys are found to be in my pocket for some unknown reason.

Meanwhile, a herd of dogs has gotten out the front door and are now milling about smartly while roommate and wife are trying to move cars. Then, for some reason, cars run into one another, further wedging bike against wife's car. The Screaming was due to (1) discomfort (I'm still trying to keep the bike from falling completely over and it weighs 660#), (2) frustration, and (3) because all of us are varying degrees of hard of hearing these days, and I wanted to avoid increasing the frustration level by having to say the same things multiple times.

Finally, cars are moved without running over any dogs, the neighbor, having heard the commotion, arrived to help get the bike back upright while other neighbor is carrying our escape artist dog back to us from down the street (this has become so common that she knows the dog's name).

Summary: No real damage done to any of the vehicles, and I'm an idiot.

what?

I did something stupid, made a lot of noise about it, inconvenienced others, and now I feel shame.

haha...that's a funny story Els. I can just see it in my mind and it's making me smile. haha Thanks.

It's a good illustration how bad choices compound, because we can all relate. :o

And you have helpful neighbors, so that's good.

Els, do you have a hearing aid? My uncle's a musician and he regretted not getting his sooner. He hadn't realized what a huge difference had crept in over the years.