Pride of purpose is a great thing.. Most seem to miss out on it...
With all due respect, From what I have gathered here, people GAVE you a decent bike, (immediately
followed by an attempt by you to glean some disc brakes as I recall), then it was the giving of
something that you felt you were not aknoweleged enough for, (which still escapes me.. giving is
giving. it requires nothing else), and now you want to cry about the quality of oil filters at
wally world..?
For crying out loud dude, get a fu**ing life! You're leeching off of others and don't even have the
good grace to shut up about it... This is not a perfect world by far, but you CAN make a difference
by doing WHATEVER job you have well, and hopefully setting the satndards around you a little higher.
Thereby making a foothold to move up.
And Kathleen, Sorry to have piggy-backed your message, I seemed to have missed the original. Danny
"Kathleen" <[email hidden]> wrote in message "]news:[email hidden]...
Quoted message said:Technician said:In article <[email hidden]>, [email hidden] says...
Quoted message said:>I know there is a opening at my local super wallies in the tire and
lube
Quoted message said:Quoted message said:Quoted message said:>section, but i don't approve of their filter selection so i won't even grace them with my
>skills (and trust me, from what i have seen, i would be able to run the show compared to the
>guys they have now).
What difference does their "filter" selection make? It's.. um.. a
*job*,
Quoted message said:Quoted message said:Quoted message said:isn't it?
I have too much pride than to put a oil filter that has the equivalence of a piece of paper
towel into somebodies car. I would never use that [censored] in my car, and i will drop dead before i
put it in somebody else's.
Travis, I swear to god, it pisses me off to read stuff like this. You know what my first job was?
I was a dog washer for the poodle breeder next door. I shampoo'ed and blowdried poodles. Nasty
little yappy dogs that'd just as soon bite you as look at you. Constant noise, heat from the
dryers, loose hair blowing around, sticking to the sweat on my skin, going up my nose, getting in
my eyes. And the smell... God, to this day the smell of baby shampoo and mint conditioner can make
me retch. And I did that for three years; at first because I was really too young to work anywhere
else, and I preferred it to babysitting other people's brats, and later because I felt sorry for
the gal who owned the place. I took the job and kept it not because I had any great love and
admiration for poodles. On the contrary. I worked because I wanted money of my own. I despised
having to ask any time I wanted something my folks didn't consider a high priority item. What the
hell do you care what other people choose to put in their car? Get off your ass and get a job. Any
job. Put your back into it and learn to do it well. Move up and on when you get the chance. But
stop sponging off your parents. You claim you've got "pride"? Apparently it's a pretty selective
sort of pride. I'm starting to believe you must've been born under the Sign of the Tick.
Kathleen