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Name: Kyle
Gender: Male
Interests: Baseketball, sleeping, drums, guitar, piano, face painting, ddr, eating rice, ballkeeper, not thinking, making hot dogs, throwing paper, underwater basket weaving, putting around, eating stuff, throwing bananas, teasing monkeys....
Expertise: official kid slapper. NO FUN enforcer. Just some of the names my kids come up with..."Coach UGLY," "Old Lady", "Coach Belly(but i told them to call me that one).
Occupation: Executive
Industry: Government
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  onARA masTA yAO
Member Since:
3/31/2003
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| i want to start carrying eggs in a cooler in my car because whenever a few punk kids decide to be funny and throw an egg at my car, i'll pull over, grab an egg from the cooler, and walk towards them. i'll show them the egg in my hand and ask if it's theres. they'd look at my egg and think i CAUGHT the egg they threw and stare at me in amazement. that would be so cool.
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| so everyone has been asking things like,
"how's the new job?"
"what is it that you do now, exactly?"
"can you please stop talking to me?"
anyways, i am now approaching my 5th week of work at a company called Bankers Toolbox. we create and sell software to banks that help them identify and prevent money-laundering and fraud (wow, sounds cool huh?).
so what do i do? well, once the banks have bought and installed our software, there of course will be error messages. they then email or call our company, and i am the one that picks up the phone/reads the email, then assigns the issue to the appropriate person to take care of. i don't really help anyone, mainly because i don't know much about anything (yet!), but i did help one guy by telling him he can save downloaded files by right-clicking the link and then choosing "save as." score!
i've called this position two things. the first is "monkey boy," because it's super easy. it's reassuring though, because a lot of my co-workers started out with this job, and are now working more important positions. so hopefully in the future i can be of more assistance to the company. the second name for my position is CTU (counter terrorist unit for those who watch 24...i don't but i know they have a unit). this is because some of our software makes sure that known terrorists don't open up bank accounts with our customers. so part of what i do is help in the fight against terrorism. take that, osama.
thus, my workload usually depends on if people are having problems with the software. i've come into work with 20 emails/messages waiting to be assigned. last week, there was a day when i got about 3 emails the entire day and like 1 call which i just transfered to someone else. so some days i have loads of free time. recently, with the help of a website and Kim, i've been learning Sequel, the computer language. my office mate says i don't HAVE to know it, but the more I know, the better.
someone asked me today which character from THE OFFICE (sept 25, btw!) do i have a similar job to. i would have to say PAM BEASLEY...
"Banker's Toolbox, this is Kyle."
Here are some reasons why I like work:
5. ATTIRE. Totally casual. T-shirts, sandals, etc. My kind of place.
4. OFFICE. Yes, I have an office, NOT a cubical! It's a pretty big office too, a few dart boards, 2 desks, a brand new computer! and TWO MONITORS. yes, because I'm that busy and have THAT many things open on my computer at once (i'm totally serious).
3. VIEW. One of my walls is like 5 huge windows put together. I think I have the greatest view at work. I can see one major street with a fire department somewhere along it, so about 3 or 4 times a day i see a firetruck zoom down the street. There's a few small streets that intersect the main one, so i watch about a zillion people run red lights everyday. I was thinking of renting out my office space to some policemen to watch the intersection, they'd probably make bank on the amount of tickets they could give out. Heck yes. The Van Nuys airport is close as well, so i get to watch a bunch of planes land everyday. How awesome is that?
2. FOOD. Ok, so check this out. Probably the single GREATEST perk from ANY job i've ever heard of. so everyday, the company sends me two menus, and i get to choose where I want to eat, and can choose ANYTHING on the menu under $8.50. they buy it for me, bring it to the lunch room, and viola! FREE LUNCH EVERYDAY! Soooo cool. And they keep the fridge stocked with soda, bagels, string cheese, peanut butter granola bars...it's awesome.
however, last thursday I ordered something but I guess it was on an older menu. when the food came and i looked at the updated menu I saw my lunch really cost closer to 10 bucks! AND that food gave me MAJOR gas. ask my brother...mike was over that night (and mike doesnt need food to fart like crazy), we were literally tootin every two minutes. it was glorious.
1. MY GIRLFRIEND WORKS THERE. Yes, that's right. I am not the shallow, pig-headed guy some of you think I am. I choose my girlfriend over FOOD, and I'd do it again...eventually. But it's cool, we work in different departments but right down the hall from each other. It's convenient for carpooling, too. People always ask if we get tired of seeing each other, and I always say, "well, she's probably tired of seeing ME...". And her job is WAY more important than mine. She's entrusted with more company secrets than I am. it's like in heroes...she would be Clarie's dad/Horned Rimmed Glasses, and I would be the invisible Australian guy that is secretly taken to the bridge and gets shot at (and then i survive and come back to wreck havoc on them all!).
haha. so that's that. now you know what I'm up to 8 hours a day. i hope this post has brought you happiness, the same happiness i get when i open up those two menus every weekday...
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(that's my made-up smiley...i've dubbed him "half-cat")
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| i've been working full time these past 3 weeks at my new job...more on that hopefully later.
but kim was driving me home from work and i saw a taco truck at a gas station filling up. so i was like, "WAIT! hold on, i want to take a picture!" and my shorts had so many freakin pockets i couldn't figure out where my cell phone was, and kim started driving away.
"nooOOOOO!"
i had wanted to take a picture and put it here and have a caption that said "even taco trucks need gas."
i told horace and he didnt think it was too funny, so maybe its lame. i thought it was funny. and that's what counts right? a lof of people tell me, no, it doesn't.
so for now, just pretend there's a picture of a taco truck at a gas station below. :(
even taco trucks need love.
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| so it seems i was signed up to give a devo on prayer at general conference this year. i should really go to those cya meetings so i stop getting volunteered to do stuff.
haha just kidding its cool. just a little intimidating, because all of the important people of the conference will be there. i kinda feel like this:
so we'll see what happens.
mt hermon rocked.
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| im not sure who still reads these things, but if you do, horray, i guess? this post isnt exactly happy, but i dont aim to post and make readers happy all the time. this past semester i realized stories with happy endings get so boring sometimes. it was like every single person in my class NEEDED a happy ending. and in the past i've posted things where i've heard people read and get upset. i think it's saying something that people got upset, but hey, i have enough friends. (:
so a big thing for me recently is social justice. if you dont know what that is, go look it up. seriously, go do it. because it's something serious.
then go look up the things starbucks, nestle, chiquita, coca-cola, and pretty much every sporting clothing company does to other countries of the world (sweat shops, advocates child slavery farms, uses terrorist organizations to scare factory workers into joining unions). yet when Americans hear these things, they are not moved to do something about it. we have grown cold to the needs of the world, and have become obsessed with the needs of our flesh. we have seen the wealth of the corporate fat cats who rake in literally millions of dollars a year and have somehow convinced ourselves we are not wealthy when, compared to the world, we are wealthy like crazy.
Jeremiah 22 says this, when looking at his Jewish countrymen try to build up their houses...
Does it make you a king
to have more and more cedar?
Did not your father have food and drink?
He did what was right and just,
so all went well with him. 16 He defended the cause of the poor and needy,
and so all went well.
Is that not what it means to know me?"
declares the LORD. 17 "But your eyes and your heart
are set only on dishonest gain,
on shedding innocent blood
and on oppression and extortion." this verse is describing the heart of a person who feels no compassion for the truly poor in the world, those who are being cheated by corporations and companies based in America. if you feel nothing for child slaves and sweatshop workers, then your heart is, "set only on dishonest gain, on shedding innocent blood and on oppression and extortion." according to the Bible, that's how your heart is.
i think these days, too much of the church is obsessed with their own ideas and dont want to debate because they don't want to be told they're wrong...kinda like ignorance and postmodernism mixed into one big bowl of bliss. one of the things i admire about macarthur is how every time someone asks him a question, he responds with a, "well, the Bible says..." instead of saying, "well, i think that..." i'm trying to explain these things using Biblical wisdom and less of my own.
here's the bottom line...jesus said it is more possible for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than it is for a rich man to enter heaven. so many people know this verse, but i don't think they truly grasp it. is it even possible for a camel to fit through the eye of a needle? nope. what does this mean? well, then i guess it means that it is impossible for the rich man to go to heaven.
at first this sounds pretty ridiculous. i mean, just because someone is rich means they can't enter heaven? maybe God has blessed them with a huge income and nice things, right? well if that is the case, then read ephesians 4:28 which clearly says that one of the main reasons people work is to GIVE to others in need. i've thought about life a lot and i've made up my mind that i never want to have nice things, like a huge house or a nice car. i mean, that one night i lived in my car wasn't that bad at all. maybe this Christianity isnt for everybody, or not too many people are ready to hear it. but hurry up and be ready, America. every day you spend convincing yourself you are not rich, thousands of people die in poor countries when all they needed was clean water and food.
i've heard rich men and supporters of the posperity gospel argue that GOd has blessed them with wealth, so they should use it because it's a gift from God. this is wack theology and downright selfish. these people need a global perspective on Christianity and poverty. these people are only concerned about themselves and the rich people who live around them or go to their church. Christianity isn't just an American thing, in fact I'd argue it's an Anti-American thing. Christianity is a worldwide thing, and there are Christians in other countries dirt poor. those are our brothers and sisters as well. we should be concerned about them as much as we are our neighbors.
if people tell you slavery has ended then it's a total lie. or if sweatshops arent all that bad or are necessary for the development of a 3rd world country, then it's a total lie. that's something someone says because they're too scared to confront their guilt and be confronted by the Bible to stand up for the poor. don't convince yourself you are a compassionate person because you feel for images of the homeless but do NOTHING in your life to make a difference. that's not compassion. thats ignorance, that's a heart set on extortion. and after researching things like fair trade and child slave farms picking american chocolate, what are you going to do? ignore? or do something?
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