OK, this is the last post on Central America orientation

Two days of orientation and training ought to be enough for anybody. Anyway, one of the most important things I learned is that my radio reception is good enough to listen to Bobby Bones and Tony Kornheiser live, rather than listening to the podcasts later -- especially since Tony's podcast only goes up about a month after the show airs live.

I couldn't help but note that, despite multiple warnings that we had to be in our seats, clear of security, all forms filled out and ready for training by 10 am Tuesday that at least half a dozen folks staggered in as much as a half-hour after that. Temps.

Naturally, during orientation, Milhouse asked three questions, all of which were answered in the materials given us. I still can't understand why it is illegal for me to kill him. Speaking of which, some guy cited some kind of building code claiming that the suite's kitchen could not be called a kitchen because it did not have a sink. Really? The agency's response was that there is a sink in the kitchen in the second suite in which we are working, and that if anyone needed a sink they could go to that kitchen. Me? I'd have shot the dude. Call it a fucking snack room, shit head. Are we really citing building codes? He's probably been saving that one for years, waiting for some agency to call a room with no sink a "kitchen." What a fucking tool. They were telling you where the refrigerator is to store your fucking lunch. They're not asking you to move in.

And,  yes, the project has a dude who probably has a freezer full of women's heads.

Time flies when you're fighting The Man

Wow, it's been a week since I posted? That was fast. Guess I've been busy or something. Probably or something. Anyway, the zombie swordfish just keeps on going. We're been told we'll be back again next week, but we'll be over at the firm's offices. No good can come of this. Someone over there will resent letting the garbagemen into the living room. It happens every time, sometimes with very unpleasant results. But that's for another time. Today, we talk about radio, current events and pop culture touchstones.

Work with me here, people. Temps spend a lot of time with headphones on. Some folks listen to talk radio, some to music radio, others to Ipods or whatever. I tend to mix it up, but usually radio of one ilk or another. That's the radio part. So I heard on the radio a couple of tidbits on the news that I found fascinating, especially in combination, all having to do with Libya. First, the rebels (are you still rebels if you've already won? Doesn't that make you The Man?) announced that they were on the verge of locating and capturing Moammar Khadafy/Ghadafy/Justfuckindaffy. At the same time, The Rebels/The Man (I am reasonably confident that the Libyan people are brushing up on the lyrics to "Won't Get Fooled Again" as we speak) extended by another week their deadline for Khadafy loyalist troops to surrender. Seemed incongruous to me, but I'm not real experienced in this whole overthrow-the-government thing. In response to the rebels announcements, Khadafy released a statement that he would never surrender and would "set Libya ablaze" rather than giving up. That's the current events part.

Enter the pop culture touchstone. Khadafy's battle-to-the-end, never-say-die response makes it clear: the dude is totally acting out "Red Dawn." Sure, he was ousted by his own people, not Cuban and Soviet paratroopers, and he's no high schooler, but he is absolute seeing himself as the Patrick Swayze character, leading his plucky band of heroes in their fight against the invaders. It's just a matter of time before we see footage of Khadafy standing on a shattered tank, one fist in the air, shouting "Wolverines!"