on June 12, 2023
so apparently that was the interview and i did get the job
I had an interview a while ago and never got a callback. Pretty sure I didn't get the job.
on June 12, 2023
on June 12, 2023
genuinely kinda want friends from here
on June 12, 2023
on June 11, 2023
"They all tell tales of faes and foes,
Of giants, monsters, and heroes.
How they have fought a noble war,
And how some have lost, doomed and tore.
They all tell tales of rangers and rogues;
Those who steal and those with bows.
Two opposites will then attract, See More
But only one will stay intact.
They all tell tales of warriors and knights,
Those who protect the innocent from evil,
They stand tall and strong to defend
The righteous and the vulnerable.
They all tell tales of kings and queens;
The jesters and fools in between.
The ones who play and ones who lead,
And the one who rules the scene!
They all tell tales of gods above.
The legends, myths, and all their love.
Once they are seen, they are adored.
Their reputation, though, nothing more.
They all tell tales of monsters, those evil.
The ones who are redeemed as “medieval.”
They seem so ruthless, so cruel.
Almost as if they have no heart, at all.
A new tale begins, one anew.
Maybe this one is staged for you.
This one never gets old,
For it has not yet been told!
The tale begins
At the start of a village.
A home to a fair majority.
Those deemed lost, and the seniority.
There is one thing about this village
I really adore.
How everyone is special.
How all are unique.
Because of how small this village is, -
Not even an acre of land, -
All people live close,
Some hand in hand.
They all know one another,
Have care and support.
They all help each other
Become a community.
The start of a new land.
A village once so busted down,
Dusty filled with muck.
The fellow village people,
They never gave up.
The few had traveled from afar
To find a place to stay,
Discovering a village
They found next to a bay.
The oh-so worn down village
Had nothing inside.
They built it up quickly,
Way before it died.
Lucky for the few,
A couple survivors were found.
They told a tale
Of their own ground.
How the village of Xelipho
Once fell down,
To be rebuilt with honor
And to grow much stronger.
The people in the village
Are strong, united.
It makes me wonder,
It makes me excited.
They rebuild the village
In a span of a year.
After it is built,
They all cheer.
The village was musty,
Filled with dust,
But now it is filled with
Love and trust.
The people are average;
Just like the rest.
A story to share
Or even a quest.
One sticks out,
Among the others.
A lady who
Is unlike the others.
This old lady,
She likes to tell tales.
Of all her successes,
And all of her fails.
She fought in a war
With lots of gore.
She never lost her motivation,
Nor did she lose her determination.
We talk to a guy
Way up in the sky.
(A giant, some might say.)
He tells us about his goodbye.
Down the beanstalk he walked
Saying it was lonely up there.
We talked and we talked,
Entertained.
We laughed and we joked
And we cried and said our goodbyes,
Moving on to the next of the wise.
Of giants, monsters, and heroes.
How they have fought a noble war,
And how some have lost, doomed and tore.
They all tell tales of rangers and rogues;
Those who steal and those with bows.
Two opposites will then attract, See More
But only one will stay intact.
They all tell tales of warriors and knights,
Those who protect the innocent from evil,
They stand tall and strong to defend
The righteous and the vulnerable.
They all tell tales of kings and queens;
The jesters and fools in between.
The ones who play and ones who lead,
And the one who rules the scene!
They all tell tales of gods above.
The legends, myths, and all their love.
Once they are seen, they are adored.
Their reputation, though, nothing more.
They all tell tales of monsters, those evil.
The ones who are redeemed as “medieval.”
They seem so ruthless, so cruel.
Almost as if they have no heart, at all.
A new tale begins, one anew.
Maybe this one is staged for you.
This one never gets old,
For it has not yet been told!
The tale begins
At the start of a village.
A home to a fair majority.
Those deemed lost, and the seniority.
There is one thing about this village
I really adore.
How everyone is special.
How all are unique.
Because of how small this village is, -
Not even an acre of land, -
All people live close,
Some hand in hand.
They all know one another,
Have care and support.
They all help each other
Become a community.
The start of a new land.
A village once so busted down,
Dusty filled with muck.
The fellow village people,
They never gave up.
The few had traveled from afar
To find a place to stay,
Discovering a village
They found next to a bay.
The oh-so worn down village
Had nothing inside.
They built it up quickly,
Way before it died.
Lucky for the few,
A couple survivors were found.
They told a tale
Of their own ground.
How the village of Xelipho
Once fell down,
To be rebuilt with honor
And to grow much stronger.
The people in the village
Are strong, united.
It makes me wonder,
It makes me excited.
They rebuild the village
In a span of a year.
After it is built,
They all cheer.
The village was musty,
Filled with dust,
But now it is filled with
Love and trust.
The people are average;
Just like the rest.
A story to share
Or even a quest.
One sticks out,
Among the others.
A lady who
Is unlike the others.
This old lady,
She likes to tell tales.
Of all her successes,
And all of her fails.
She fought in a war
With lots of gore.
She never lost her motivation,
Nor did she lose her determination.
We talk to a guy
Way up in the sky.
(A giant, some might say.)
He tells us about his goodbye.
Down the beanstalk he walked
Saying it was lonely up there.
We talked and we talked,
Entertained.
We laughed and we joked
And we cried and said our goodbyes,
Moving on to the next of the wise.
(2)
We talk to a hero
As some might say.
His eyes filled with sorrowful gray.
“Why?” I asked, with curiosity. See More
It was because he had been betrayed.
We talked to the villain
Who’s story is complete.
He had not suffered any defeat.
“Success!” He cheered.
The war was started long ago,
Though there is one thing I know;
The war that happened once before
Was fought for years, but never more.
One year down, two more to go.
There was a loss of people I know.
A painful and sad day filled with sorrow and grief.
Now I am all alone.
One day without warning it had all came down,
The village, people, and the town.
The streets once filled with laughter,
Easily fell down.
They now live in fear,
Sadness lingering in the air.
A once quite cheerful town
All fallen down.
The joy and all the laughter
Turned to sorrowful tears."
We talk to a hero
As some might say.
His eyes filled with sorrowful gray.
“Why?” I asked, with curiosity. See More
It was because he had been betrayed.
We talked to the villain
Who’s story is complete.
He had not suffered any defeat.
“Success!” He cheered.
The war was started long ago,
Though there is one thing I know;
The war that happened once before
Was fought for years, but never more.
One year down, two more to go.
There was a loss of people I know.
A painful and sad day filled with sorrow and grief.
Now I am all alone.
One day without warning it had all came down,
The village, people, and the town.
The streets once filled with laughter,
Easily fell down.
They now live in fear,
Sadness lingering in the air.
A once quite cheerful town
All fallen down.
The joy and all the laughter
Turned to sorrowful tears."
on June 10, 2023
on June 10, 2023
update: that was not an interview
on June 10, 2023
on June 10, 2023
on June 10, 2023
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on June 10, 2023
on June 09, 2023
also decided to go job surfing a couple days ago, got an interview at Wendys
on June 07, 2023
d&d bartenders always have lore
on May 16, 2023
on May 16, 2023