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name Tim C Hose
sex male
birthday 03.27.81

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Kendra Coggin
Katie Cooper
Daniel Green
Amanda Burrow
Brandi Jones
Lisa Carter

After Ten Billion Years Down the fat! Spring Break: Hands and Feet End of the Break BREAK POINT End of the Break CONTINUED End of the Break Biloxi Blue My Kryptonite Accidental Perversion Work, it turns out, is hard work.

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Friday, May 27, 2005

Ok, so I rocked the interview.
Yep, it was pretty stinking great, I gotta tell ya. First, I had my portfolio all put togeather and looking great,
(Booya Kendra! Heh heh.) but we didn't even look at it for the first thirty minutes of the interview. There were the two of them, one was the layout/designer guy, and the other was the lady I set the interview up with. Mrs. Second in Command of the entire joint. They started by telling me all about their company. The following is a reenactment. The conversation has been altered to protect the innocent from rampant boredom.
Them - This is what our company is like
Me - Cool, that's what I'm like, dawg!
Them - Awesome, G. These are the programs that we use
Me - Cool, those are the programs I use, fool!

I'd like to note here that this company is doing just great with the programs. They're making the leap into InDesign, they run totally on MacPower. This is the point of the interview where we all sat around and mutually congratulated each other on our almost unbelievable wisdom in choosing the awesome Apple.
Ookay. Not only were we already getting along swimmingly but we made small talk as well. This somehow brought up the little factoid that I live in a pretty rough part of town. The Head Lady perked up, and asked which street, and who the pastor of my church is. When I told her, she got really excited and told me that her daughter had voulnteered at the feeding program we had last summer. (Free lunch every single day! Whew!)
DING!
Using my lightning fast reflexes of the mind, (a mind powered by Apple) I informed her that I had been there every day and in fact knew her daughter, because I had been in charge of the youth program.
Oh, the ease of conversation after that!

Anyways. To make a long story slightly longer with a summing up of the parts, I handled myself well, was recommended by her personal printer, knew her daughter, know all the programs that they use, and let them know that every part of their job sounded like a perfect fit with my personality and skill level. Which it does, surprisingly enough.
Half of the job (Most of it, starting off) is going to be researching and finding a printer for the company to use. They want to do this because they are just now starting to produce their own products created all in house, and will need me to contact printers all across the US, and even into the GLOBAL COMMUNITY! Seriously, she told me that they have feelers out in China, and met with people in New Jersey and such places, then asked me if traveling sometimes would be a problem.
Ha ha! How little she knows me!
I made sure to let her know that it was no problem at all.

Sigh.

I want this job.

TimChose [ 9:40 PM ]

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

So, I have a job interview Friday.
Stinking nifty, eh? I think so. It's at this place called Rainbow Educational Concepts right here in Jonesboro. Apparently, it's this place that makes schoolbooks, and they have a graphic design job open. The guy who owns the place where I interned at called me up and told me that one of his clients was looking for a graphic designer. Lights and bells and whistles went off inside his head as he hurridly described me to her.
What a bloke, eh?
Anyways, she bit into his line of Tim praise and told him to have me call her. Which I did, and I'm pleased to say that I have an interview.
The job sounds sweet, too. Not only do I get to do page layouts, photo research and schtuff, but I would be in charge of handling the printers as well. Calling to check progress and quality and whatnot.
Can't tell you enough how much I'd like to have the experience in working with printers. (Lucky Dan!)
Okay, sooooooo pray for me and hope that she likes my stuff. Or, if she doesn't like the work, just hope that my personality pulls it off.
Or, maybe that she's intimidated by my sheer girth and hires me on the spot.
Yeah, girth...
Here goes the plunge into the job search!

TimChose [ 3:00 PM ]

Monday, May 23, 2005

This is me, being an idiot and jousting on ATVs.

Yeah, it's not a joke, we really loaded up on these dudes and hit the crap out of each other.

It was a whole lot of stinking fun. I'll get some more of the pictures up later
Man it was stupid.
But so fun, fool!

TimChose [ 6:59 AM ]

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

Okay, so post graduation, I decided to take a little teeny tiny one hundred and sixty mile bike trip. The idea had it's genesis a few months back when we all decided at my campus ministry that it would be a swell idea to borrow some road bikes, train up for a couple of months and then bike fourty miles a day for a week from my college town of Jonesboro to Bryant, which is just south of Little Rock. Once we got to the church of the day, we would take an hour off and then get around to mission work, that being whatever they had for us to do.
Well, in typical fashion for anybody who isn't an actual athelete, we didn't really train until the week before. This nifty little complication led to some slight muscle soreness durning graduation, but all in all, I was ready and good to go.
Day number one started out very well.
It rained. Yep, there we were at seven o'clock in the morning, ready to go, but it's raining. We didn't get to start until ten, so we only got to bike for twenty of the scheduled fourty that day. There was work to be done at the church, though, so by noon we packed up the bikes in the trucks and drove the rest of the way into camp. Lots of scraping, painting, and yardwork followed. The local news crew, K8 came out to interview some of us and to snap some pictures, then we ate some church lady food and all fell into a happy tired slumber.
Day number two looked great. Blue skies, slightly stiff legs and back, but we were ready to get on the road, yes sir. So we did. We had six hours set aside to get the fourty three or so miles down to Brinkley. I figured it would only take three hours or so at the pace of fifteen mph. we had hit the day before.
Nope. Some of the group (not me, happily enough) were not up to that pace, so a relaxed ten miles was where we settled in. Lord, it was the longest, straightest, and slowest four hours of my entire life. Also, it felt like somebody was chiseling my rear end apart with an axe. Those road bike racing seats aren't made for cushion, lemme tell you.
At the end of that long road was Brinkley, where we took a day off from riding and instead did yard work. Sleep some more, then up at six am to head off to Lonoke.
Day number three actually went very well. We got to start off the first leg of the trip by staying at thirteen miles an hour for an hour or so. I found myself marveling at the idea that I was so much happier going thirteen mph than ten.
After a while, though, I decided that I was just like that.
If somebody offered to put me in a room that was either 180 degrees, or 179 degrees, I would still take the room that was 179 and somehow feel cooler. Like I'd cheated the system, or something.
Oh well. Lonoke rocked, my buddy Roy and I got to stay at this house where the kids there had built a potato gun and a golf ball gun, which they offered to show us. It took me and Roy a moment to glance at each other and then say, "Look at it? I want to shoot it!"
So we did.
Yay! Corrupting the youth of tomorrow!
They took us out to an old road and we shot golf balls at a baseball game for about an hour until we ran out of golf balls. Then we used rocks until the back end of the gun fused closed and we couldn't get any more propellant in there. We found out later that my friend Courtney had been at that baseball game. Heh.
Okay! Day number four. The sweetest action day of all.
We hit Little Rock, and guess what?
We got a full Police escourt through town.
No crap.
Biker cops, traffic police, regular police, the works.
Oh, and not just through the outskirts of town, my friends. Nope, it was over the bridge and straight through Main Street at noon. It rocked like crazy. I have never felt so cool in my entire life. The bike cops are going nuts, because they get to show out, kids are waving at us from the sidewalk like we're important, cars are blocked up for blocks, and we got to bike past some model on the street in a photo shoot who looked at us like we were cool.
It was kind of surreal.
And awesome.
Yeah, mostly awesome.
Aaaaaaanyways! We ended up at the outskirts of Brinkley, where we were handed over to the Brinkley police until we got to the final church. That was almost as cool, because even though they have a bike lane, we didn't use it. I think motorists hated us, but I didn't really care. Woot!
Okay, so after eating at R.C.'s Moonpie cafe (Not a joke, dear Lord that's not a joke, no matter how much I wish it was.) we slept like the exhausted pansies that we were. Well, it was after a fourty-seven mile bike ride. Go figure.
Day five was yardwork. Just yardwork. Painting, actually, for my crew. We went and painted an old lady's deck because she didn't have anybody to help her. She was really nice, but talked to her cat like it was a real person.
Mrrrow.
Day six was when it all went bad. We got sick. Mad sick. Luckily it was the end of the trip, but everybody on the trip (twelve people) got hit with an angry, vengful stomach flu. Luckliy for me I was at my friend Payton's house by this time because I was visiting him.
Let me tell you, I was the life of the party.
If, of course, that party was held in the toilet.
And hated me.
Payton is one stand up dude though. He stayed with me from 3:30 until nine, then left me sleeping and got me Pepto, Aleve, and Sprite, a curative trifecta that rivals Robitussin. After that the guy sleep on his own couch to give me his bed.
In short? He rocks like socks.
That brings us to day seven, I suppose, which is where I went home. Home is for another entry. I'm tire of writing, and there's too much wierdness to fit in here. I just got done jousting my best friend on four-wheelers with fun noodles and mop handles. Nobody died!
You crazy kids have a good night.

TimChose [ 10:17 PM ]

Sunday, May 08, 2005

So I graduated.
College.
Yeah, it was pretty freaking sweet, I'll admit. The culmination of six long years of classes, confusion, and the realization that I really, really like design. It's what I want to do and be.
Now the portfolio tweaking and website finishing begins, to try and catapult myself from barely graduated kid to designer extroidinaire.
About graduation. It rocked. Wish I could say that I was bored to tears, but no, I really had an awesome time sitting there next to all my buddies and one of my more sarcastic professors for two and a half hours. I got to walk first because nobody else wanted to, which made me a happy little gopher. It was kind of added cool that I am the largest guy in the art department, so we all made this little duck row from tallest to shortest on the way out there. Ok, I'm the tallest guy who actually showed up.
Hmm. I also engaged in some thievery in the name of one of my other friends who didn't walk last night. The school charges somewhere around twenty dollars to have your diploma shipped to you, so I worked my wiles on the sarcasticly fun teacher, and got her to nab the missing student's diploma, while I snuck up to the podium behind a wall of fake trees and took the presentation folder that we were given to put them in. It was ninjatastic. Also, I don't think anybody cared.
I graduated!
The job search begins anon!

TimChose [ 11:43 AM ]