Get And Sign Alaska Form Shc 1370

A2A, thanks for exposing the internet to my voice, Linda. You will live with your crimes.I’m originally from Ocean County, New Jersey. For the geographically impaired:New Jersey (in yellow) in the US.My home county, Ocean County, is in teal halfway down, between Burlington and Monmouth counties.My home state is divided in two, depending on whether you’re more influenced by the Philadelphia accent or the New York accent. I’m closer to the Philly accent, myself. When I’m talking with my friends, I go “downashur” [down the shore], stopping at WaWa for some “cawfee” [coffee] on the way, like all good and right yumins [humans] do before they go into the “wadder” [water].However, when I’m speaking even slightly formally, I tend to shed my accent (except for some terms - it’s a sub, it’s not a hoagie; it’s soda, it’s not pop, you savages). So my accent comes slightly closer to a neutral American accent.I’ve done two recordings so you can see:The “normal” recording, where I’m paying attention to my consonants.The “accent” recording, which is usually how I speak if I’m laid back not paying attention.(Attentive listeners will hear meows in the background. I do not generally speak in meows - those are my cat thinking I’m talking to him, and him politely responding.)So, basics:T often shifts to D, mid-word T sounds often get dropped (“innoo” vs. “into”, “of’n” versus “often”).Th often gets changed to a light D sound, (“dat over dere,” though the d sound is very light).“And” usually gets truncated into an “n” sound tagged onto the beginning of the next word if it begins with a vowel. (“n’it” vs. “and it”, “salt-n-pepper” vs. “salt and pepper”).“Of” becomes a schwa sound. (“Day’a infamy” vs. “day of infamy.”)“The” gets shortened to a schwa, as well. (“Who’s got a’bike?” vs. “Who’s got the bike?”“A” often gets swallowed, as in “who’s got a bike?” becomes “who’s got bike?” It’s there, I’m pronouncing it, and it’s very faintly present, but it can sound like I’ve left it out.“S” sounds at the beginning of a word are pronounced with an “sh,” if the s comes before other consonants - so “strange” becomes “shtrange.”“H” sounds at the beginning of a word are often switched with a yuh sound - so “yumid” rather than “humid”; “yuman” rather than “human”; “yuge” rather than “huge” (I literally cannot make fun of Donald Trump about the IT’S YUUGGE thing because every time I do, I realize that that’s how I’d say it anyway!)“Ng” sounds at the end of words get changes to an “n” sound. “I’m runnin’ the store.”End “ow” sounds get dropped for a schwa sound - “window,” and “tomorrow,” become “windah,” and “tomorrah” (actually, “tamarrah”).

I have walked out of two.The first walk-out was for a job in the manual healthcare field. The manager who invited me in very quickly turned from a welcoming and exploratory conversation to practically bragging about what a b**** she was to one of her employees that morning. She then went on about how disinterested in work much of her staff was and how often their laziness led to sloppy mistakes. It took very little time for me to get a strong picture of what kind of manager she was. Having dealt with workplace bullies before, I didn't want anything to do with her or that job. I waited for a break in the monologue to thank her for her time and consideration, but added that I didn’t think the job was a good fit. She thanked me for my candor and I left.Leap forward about six years. The second interview I walked away from was for a local truck driving job that shuttled bulk petroleum products between a manufacturer and the companies that used or distributed them. It was temp-to-hire to start, but it read like a nice opportunity and the schedule was do-able. The temp company that was doing the hiring was not professional. Neither was the representative I was there to see.My appointment was at 8:30 AM, on the opposite side of the city from my home, through very heavy traffic. Despite this, I arrived around 8:15 AM and met with their receptionist, who asked me to fill out the usual prospective employee signNowwork. I finished it, handed it in, and waited well past my appointment time for the representative to note I was even there. More time passed. She was ‘busy’ with something and asked me to wait longer. I waited past 9:00, 9:30, 10:00 and 10:30 AM and still remained in the reception area in front of a cheerful receptionist who grew increasingly embarrassed at the way I was treated.I gave up after 11:00 AM. I had another job interview scheduled at another temp agency and I needed to leave to get to there on-time. I remained courteous to the poor receptionist, since none of that nonsense was her fault. I thanked her for her time and apologized that I needed to leave for another appointment. My intended interviewer didn’t even come out of her office.The interview at the second temp agency went great.I didn’t hear back from the first temp agency and I didn’t care either way until I read an ad they reposted to Indeed —[snipped job description that I originally responded to]“I have several open positions for local daytime delivery drivers right now. Just need some good guys/gals to show up and hustle. I can find people that are just warm bodies but I want quality not quantity. If you have a good positive attitude and enjoy what you do as a driver and are a dependable person then please call and I'll tell you more about it. If you have a hard time sticking with things and don't really want a good permanent job then don't bother applying."I beg your pardon?That statement made my teeth itch. If I wasn’t dependable or interested in the job, I wouldn’t have gotten out of bed as early as I did, put on nice clothes, and drove through all that traffic to get there before the appointment time. If I couldn’t stick with things, I wouldn’t have WAITED nearly three hours after my appointment time for the person who invited me there to deign to speak with me.They made me sit there like a schmuck because they glanced at me and decided I couldn't do the job. Which benchmark did I fail to hit? Not enough neck and facial tattoos? Failed to drop a bunker-busting fart in the waiting room? Failed to eat peanut butter from my fingers while filling out their forms? Not enough crayons? What do these people want?I took some time to cook up a response that was professional, but included a good stiff slap. I then sent it to the Recruiter’s mailbox, the Rep with whom I had the appointment, and the agency’s GM. Here’s what I wrote —[Pasted quotes from latest ad]Dear [Names of GM and Recruiters],I didn’t have a problem showing up and hustling this week. I did have an issue with arriving early for an 8:30 AM appointment and waiting from 8:15 AM to nearly 11:30 AM without an interview. Even though [Rep’s Name] called me and booked that appointment, waiting that long was enough of an indication that I didn’t make the cut.If you figured I’m afraid to break a nail or that I'm some useless seat-warming shlub, you are mistaken. Here’s what I brought to the table:CDL-A with Tanker and HazMat endorsements.2 years OTR experience with no accidents or moving violations.No DUIs or felonies for life. I also passed every single drug test I’ve ever been asked to take.MVR showing my most recent traffic ticket dates back to 2008.Reputation for taking care of my equipment and operating in a legal and safe manner.History of dependable on-time performance and positive interactions with managers, dispatchers, shippers, receivers, and DOT enforcement.Described by the Owner and President of my previous company as his top driver.Best of luck in your search for quality.Sincerely,[Signature]No one responded to my email, but the comments that I copied from the ad disappeared from later posts.

Q: Who convinced John F. Kennedy that it would be possible to land somebody on the moon before the end of the 1960's before he made his famous challenge before Congress?I’m afraid you’ve got it all backwards. It was Kennedy who convinced the nation.In the wake of Sputnik, Kennedy asked NASA’s new director, Bob Gilruth, if landing on the moon was something we could accomplish, yet something far enough down the road that we had time to get behind it and push ahead of the Russians.Gilruth knew we could land on the moon. No one who understood the science of the time could have doubted it. He answered Kennedy in the affirmative, but never discussed how long it might take.When on May 25th, 1961, Kennedy announced to Congress and the world that the nation should commit itself to “achieving the goal, before this decade is out, of landing a man on the Moon and returning him safely to Earth,” Gilruth was, he said later, aghast adding, “ I wasn’t at all sure it could be done.” To fill the vast technical gap between Mercury and what he knew still stood between us and a moon landing, he immediately set in motion what became Project Gemini, the now little celebrated stepping stone that worked through all the principle unknowns, and on a budget and schedule that made the president’s challenge possible.We could not have landed on the moon in 1969 without Bob Gilruth, but we would never have tried without Kennedy.

Since high school I knew I wanted to pursue a PhD.I was in love with understanding how the physical world worked. In high school (in India) I had to do a final year project. Since the labs that we had in high school were not particularly advanced, I decided to build an experimental set up that was easy and had some relevance to my environment. I built an experiment to study how sand and rice flows across a chute that has various ‘grains’ of smoothness by lining it with sandsignNow.This was a very interesting concept to me as it has direct real world observations (how to transport sand and rice), and it turns out, the motion is chaotic (i.e. uses chaos theory). So while the experiment is simple, it shows an underlying deeply complex phenomenon.The joy I got out of this made me realize I wanted to pursue a PhD. I continued doing research in undergrad. Then in my last year of college, despite enormous pressure (mostly social) to get a high paying job on wall street, I applied to graduate school. In fact, I didn’t even apply to jobs, so that my commitment was clear.So, the way I prepared myself for applying to graduate school, was to start early, very early. Given that I knew I wanted to pursue a PhD for a long time, I think the two main ‘preparation’ steps I took were:I did research for the majority of my undergraduate timeI developed close relationships with professorsIt turns out these two steps, are likely the most important to your application anyway, and neither can be done right before application. They require you to do actions that take years to establish. The actual filling out of the application then becomes easy. You just write down what is true.

I was a salesman for 10 years or so. I know the tricks. To avoid the tricks, I always make sure I’m well educated on what I need and about how much it will cost. I have usually made the decision to purchase a specific product before ever talking to a sales professional. Especially on big ticket items.So, I was in the market for a new car. I first figured out what my budget for the car is, then I looked at models and trim levels in my price range. I spent a few days reading about all the models I was considering. After much consideration, I decided on a specific model and trim. I searched for it and found one at my local dealership. I got all the pertinent information and went in to my bank to get approved for the loan. I was ready.I went to the dealership with signNowwork in hand. I had the information for the specific car I was going to buy and a check from the bank that I just had to fill out the amount for. Literally, the only thing the salesperson needed to do was draw up the signNowwork and hand me the keys.The car that I had chosen was a two door sports car, stick shift, sun roof, leather, turbo, the works.Immediately, the salesperson tried to steer me away from that car. He said that there were some other options he’d like me to consider first. I was a bit annoyed, but agreed. Maybe I could get a better car.I told him flat out that I have three non-negotiables. I WILL NOT buy a car unless it has a manual transmission, a sunroof or convertible, and it must be sporty.The first car he showed me was a 4 door family sedan with a tiny 4 cylinder engine. No sunroof. Automatic.I repeated my “non-negotiables” to which he nodded and motioned for me to follow him.The next vehicle he showed me had a sunroof. But it was an SUV and automatic. Seriously, man. Come on. This isn’t difficult stuff.After he did this 2 more times, each time showing me a family car that lacked at least 2 of my requirements. I was fed up, and I walked directly to the car that I had originally been interested in and said “Last chance. You sell me THIS car, or I’m walking.”The guy looked at me straight in the face and said to me, “Kid, that’s way too much car for you. Besides, you’ll probably be getting married and having kids soon, so you’re going to want to buy a family car.”“I’m 31 and already married. We’re not having kids, ever, so I don’t want a family car. I. WANT. A. SPORTS. CAR. Is that so hard to understand. Specifically, I want THIS sports car. Now, are you willing to sell me this car?”The idiot then looked around the lot and said, “How about a nice sporty SUV, those can be fun to drive.”I turned around and just walked away. This guy was just too stupid for words. Instead of an easy sale, he assured that I would never ever buy a car from that dealership.