Thursday, May 07, 2009

California Idiots

I looked into getting work as an elevator repairman. It's a Union job, and it pays well.

The apprenticeship process requires one to submit an application and take a competency test. However, no application is accepted unless a sealed copy of one's high school transcripts are provided.

I dropped out of high school in 1975. However, later in life, I requalified myself, went on to university undergarduate studies, graduated, and did well enough to be given a full-ride scholarship to a Masters program from which I also graduated, with honors in 1987.

For the last 22 years I've made a living in the entertainment industry as a prop-maker, carpenter, set-dresser, actor, and photographer.

Yet when I point out that I've two college degrees, I'm again recited the rule:

"... a high school diploma or GED is required." Period!

I ask if that's a minimum requirement. I'm quoted the rule again.

I ask for the reasoning behind the requirement, and each of three people I talked too, including a higher up in the union could not explain this restriction.

Each responded with the exact same logic; '... That's the rule.'

"Yes I understand that's the rule, but can you tell me why the rule was made?"

'Because California decided it should be the rule.'

One of the administrators actually said; "... anyone can get a college degree, you need a high school diploma or you're not going to be allowed to apply."

Later, after a brief exchange with the Union big shot, he told me I could go to the internet/website for an explanation of the policy, but the address he gave me was wrong.

This is the level of intelligence/competence of the people I must provide with evidence that I'm capable of graduating from high school.

Wednesday, May 06, 2009

Perez Hilton

What a vile little prick this guy is. If I were gay, I'd be quite embarrassed that the likes of this ignoramus was presuming to speak on my behalf or anyone else's. That nasty little attack he made on some young woman has made him popular apparently and like a crack whore after the next puff, he's out of control. News of his demise will be as welcome as the birds singing in the morning.