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Hiring people
#1
Gone are the days of a simple hire. For the past few weeks people have been coming in, filling out paperwork for jobs we have. Friday a guy came in and he seemed like a decent person, has a family and willing to work right away. I had to send his application to the new owners of our company for approval. He was a good fit but after a few days was denied. I was pissed we need workers and he was willing to work for the pay I offered.

Spring forward to todays meeting with some girl that was handling the applications. I ask why it takes so long to do this and these people want a job today. She says that because of Covide and gas prices and the war in Ukraine.........bla bla bla. 

I stop her and say WTF does any of that have to do with hiring and why am I wasting my time interviewing these people. She says well thats how we do it today. I was pissed so I said why not just hire a temp and take them after 90 days and she says well you could do that. 

I said I think I will and walked out of the meeting. Later the General manager asked why I was such a jerk. I said did you listen to ANY of that stupid conversation!

I'm getting way to old for this stupidity.
He ain't heavy, he's my brother.
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#2
my yorkie Moose was my hiring manager. I had him with me during every job interview I conducted. I kept him in my breast pocket; my guys took to calling him Pocket Puppy. I realized that the folks I hired he didn't like were problems. If you interviewed and Moose didn't like you, you didn't get hired. He was never wrong.
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#3
"My yorkie Moose"   hah

"I kept him in my breast pocket"   hah

"pocket puppy"  hah

"if Moose didn't like you, you didn't get hired".  hah

I couldn't love this any more than I do. Pappy, that just might be the best thing you've ever posted.
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#4
Moose was ferocious; he ran my 100 lb. lab. He was king of the house, with the attitude to go with it. I truly miss him. I buried him in the yard where he used to like to lay in the shade. I had him 16 years.

Moose was his call sign. His registered name was Master Chief Matias O'Connor. Matias in Gaelic means "God's Gift".
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#5
I used to clean for this old couple and they had a poodle named Sonny who absolutely hated me, but according to them he was normally friendly with everyone else. I felt bad because I know the old saying "if my dog don't like you, I dont like you." He bit me in the leg for no reason and drew blood so I wasn't to fond of that little motherfucker either. Anyway, I think it was because I had four dogs at the time and he could smell them on me. Or maybe he really just didn't like me.
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#6
They got a new poodle after Sonny passed who loved me. I even told them that I'm really sorry that you lost your best friend and I know how terrible it is, but this new one is a breath of fresh air compared to that little monster. I had to fight him off with my feather duster every time I went there.
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#7
I never liked those little yappy dogs but my brother had a chiwawa/doberman cross that was cool. I don't even wanna know how that came about.
He ain't heavy, he's my brother.
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#8
Moose didn't yap; the only t6ime he barked was when he heard something outside. He got a treat for alerting me.
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