my friend M asked me to watch the animals while she trollops around NYC. recently she was published in a book and there is a party on thursday night in honor/celebration of the release. this is the same friend who i was going to hit cancun with, but too many charges for changing tickets ($550) left me out of the trip, and then a misspelled name on one of the kid's tickets plus a hurricane-induced change of hotel and all sorts of other annoyances has led to me to watching the garanimals while she sips martinis among other writers.
she never locks her house, or her car. but she locks her wireless internet with a password. people are strange.
anyhow, now that i am officially alone, i am sort of... lonely. i miss my baby kitties. these 3 go in and out as they please, which stresses me, because i am completely overbearing and cannot rest knowing that penny (rex), drooly mouth, and the other cat are out in the cold! crap, just let penny out and heard barking - owner called princess back - damn i am a worrisome girl. what if P&P got into a fight? where is the local vet? ARGH!!!!!
bonus - M has on demand and showtime. off to watch the L word over and over and over again...
Monday, February 20, 2006
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
head is spinning
urgh. how can one possibly impress a panel of 8 people on a phone interview? "define leadership" and "can you tell us how many people you've supervised and what you would do if one of your staff needed discipline" and "do you believe that only crime victims should be advocates for crime victims"???????
31 of the allotted 40 minutes were used. i may have been breathing heavy. or panting, in fact. it was a head-spinning whirlwind interview and who the hee-haw knows what is going to happen.
eggs DEFINITELY not all in this basket. but i am a hopeful lass and i believe i would rock this position. i would, i swear. i am perfectly trained for this position.
oh well, no use fretting over it now. we'll all find out by the end of March. *phew*
31 of the allotted 40 minutes were used. i may have been breathing heavy. or panting, in fact. it was a head-spinning whirlwind interview and who the hee-haw knows what is going to happen.
eggs DEFINITELY not all in this basket. but i am a hopeful lass and i believe i would rock this position. i would, i swear. i am perfectly trained for this position.
oh well, no use fretting over it now. we'll all find out by the end of March. *phew*
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
waiting. and waiting.
what fun indeed. sitting by the phone - what did we do before phones could travel with us? - and waiting. tomorrow, at 4.20pm, i have my phone interview. in the meantime, no news from interview #1. sigh.
i have plans to hang out with an old colleague, her husband and their 2 kids tonight. i am bringing dessert. dunno what to make. i am a terrible baker. perhaps i will just buy the dessert, we'll all be happier that way.
my mom wished me "happy VD" today, and i send that wish along to you.
i have plans to hang out with an old colleague, her husband and their 2 kids tonight. i am bringing dessert. dunno what to make. i am a terrible baker. perhaps i will just buy the dessert, we'll all be happier that way.
my mom wished me "happy VD" today, and i send that wish along to you.
Monday, February 13, 2006
take a ride on my rollercoaster
i am supposed to be finishing up an interview, shaking hands and hearing "we'll be in contact soon." but alas, i am not. instead, i am blogging. i am sitting in a freezing cold kitchen, with feet of snow just outside the front door. i had to cancel the interview today through no fault of my own (thank you mother nature, and thank you useless brain for rescheduling my original wednesday interview to monday morning). i called them at 9am sharp and the 2 people i had to speak with weren't even in yet, though voicemail reported "office hours are from 8.30 to 4.30." when the coordinator called me back, she informed me that the wednesday appointments were all taken and that we could do a phone interview instead. with a panel?!? oh dear. i will have to step up for this one. i know i can give a good first impression in person, but over the phone? i sound like a 12 year old with braces and pimples. plus, i awoke a little conjested this morning. remember lily thomlin's character on SNL, the girl in the rocking chair? that's me.
however, in good news, we have pretty much secured an apartment in georgetown. all the man needs is our money. i have to run to the post office today, but i cannot do that until i hear back about this phone interview! everything hangs in a precarious balance right now. i can't even go to the bathroom without fear of the whole panel hearing me flush.
up and down and up again. it doesn't help that i have NO PRIVACY in this house. i know i shouldn't complain, it's so very adolescent of me to bitch about my parents, but good grief they work my nerves. once this interview phones me back, i am taking a shower and getting out of here. oh, crap, the stupid town plow just created a nice wall of snow around my car. GGGRRROOOOOOWWWWWLLLLL!!!!!
however, in good news, we have pretty much secured an apartment in georgetown. all the man needs is our money. i have to run to the post office today, but i cannot do that until i hear back about this phone interview! everything hangs in a precarious balance right now. i can't even go to the bathroom without fear of the whole panel hearing me flush.
up and down and up again. it doesn't help that i have NO PRIVACY in this house. i know i shouldn't complain, it's so very adolescent of me to bitch about my parents, but good grief they work my nerves. once this interview phones me back, i am taking a shower and getting out of here. oh, crap, the stupid town plow just created a nice wall of snow around my car. GGGRRROOOOOOWWWWWLLLLL!!!!!
Friday, February 10, 2006
why the boston herald SUCKS
http://news.bostonherald.com/localRegional/view.bg?articleid=125456
it's an article about that man who shot and killed his wife and 9 month old baby, then ran to england and pretended to want to kill himself. the article talks about how the couple's bad sex life led him to kill her.
WTF?
though it is apparent to those of us who actually have brains, bad sex does NOT justify murder. if that were the case, there would be plenty of men murdered by their girlfriends/wives. in fact, there would likely be a shortage of men in the world if the straight ladies offed their lousy lovers.
that the herald (a tabloid, by the way, even though it's many readers don't know that little fact) would even consider this as a logical explanation of why a man kills his wife is a glaring reminder of how "news"papers minimize domestic violence. and what about the baby? was she a lousy lay too? whoever wrote this article should be fired. whatever editor gave the green light to this piece of crap should be formally kicked out of any media work. scarlet lettered.
people kill their partners because they want complete and total control, not because sex is lousy. when sex is lousy, some people cheat, others work on it. the herald could have painted this man as the murderer he is, giving him NO out. instead, the herald found a justification for this heinous crime. it makes me sick.
it's an article about that man who shot and killed his wife and 9 month old baby, then ran to england and pretended to want to kill himself. the article talks about how the couple's bad sex life led him to kill her.
WTF?
though it is apparent to those of us who actually have brains, bad sex does NOT justify murder. if that were the case, there would be plenty of men murdered by their girlfriends/wives. in fact, there would likely be a shortage of men in the world if the straight ladies offed their lousy lovers.
that the herald (a tabloid, by the way, even though it's many readers don't know that little fact) would even consider this as a logical explanation of why a man kills his wife is a glaring reminder of how "news"papers minimize domestic violence. and what about the baby? was she a lousy lay too? whoever wrote this article should be fired. whatever editor gave the green light to this piece of crap should be formally kicked out of any media work. scarlet lettered.
people kill their partners because they want complete and total control, not because sex is lousy. when sex is lousy, some people cheat, others work on it. the herald could have painted this man as the murderer he is, giving him NO out. instead, the herald found a justification for this heinous crime. it makes me sick.
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
it's OFFICIAL!!!
i received my diploma in the mail today! it's real! i have earned my MPH!!!
whoopeee!
guess i don't need to attend graduation now. oh well. i'll save some cash on buying regalia.
whoopeee!
guess i don't need to attend graduation now. oh well. i'll save some cash on buying regalia.
flying to DC (again)
another job interview. what is one to do? busy busy busy. this position was posted in early december, and i applied for it with my oakland address. damn. it's with the gov't, which is notoriously slow in filling positions. my interview is monday morning. this is exactly why i need to find an apartment. all this flying around is a pain in the ass!
now, to think positively, what if i am offered the other position while i am interviewing for this one? i don't expect the first place to call me until early next week, if they call me at all. but let's say they call me. how do i decide to take the first job when i am interviewing for the 2nd? how long can i hold out on them?
i didn't expect this to happen. then again, nothing has happened yet. maybe all this worry is for naught. ugh. i need a tums.
now, to think positively, what if i am offered the other position while i am interviewing for this one? i don't expect the first place to call me until early next week, if they call me at all. but let's say they call me. how do i decide to take the first job when i am interviewing for the 2nd? how long can i hold out on them?
i didn't expect this to happen. then again, nothing has happened yet. maybe all this worry is for naught. ugh. i need a tums.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
ikea
It's embarassing, but my mother and i are becoming close friends with ikea staff, because we go there twice a week. Not only are we there frequently, but we have a routine. When we first arrive, we head directly to the As-Is department, where everything is broken and cheap. She spends about 1/2 hour longer than I do looking. I wait for her, resting on one of the As-Is couches. Then, we buy our crap, bring it out to the car, and return to the store for a snack. Mom gets the apple cake every single time (no fail) and sometimes we get food, sometimes just dessert. We walk through the Marketplace department, commenting on how much money we saved in the As-Is department, comparing prices. On our way out, we hit As-Is once more, you know, in case they brought anything else out... which has happened time and again. The staff recognize us. One lady said "You two were just here the other day!"
Great. I am an As-Is junkie. Everything in my new apartment will say "As-Is" in black marker, or will be Crate and Barrel schtickle. I just want to move into a place, any place, with all my busted crap. Fingers crossed, one of these apartments will work out for us.
Great. I am an As-Is junkie. Everything in my new apartment will say "As-Is" in black marker, or will be Crate and Barrel schtickle. I just want to move into a place, any place, with all my busted crap. Fingers crossed, one of these apartments will work out for us.
Thursday, February 02, 2006
spell hell
FAAAAAAAACK!
why oh why oh why do you trick me, spell check? i thought i did everything i could do to avoid a mistake! i NEVER do spell check, and yet i relied on it tonight to ensure no errors!
BUT NOOOOOOOOO!
i frickin' can't spell SINCERELY. i wrote SINCERLY.
ARGH! thank you letters via email to the THREE people who met with me, and ALL OF THEM SHARE THE SAME SIGNATURE WITH THE GLARING TYPO!
i am never going to get that job now! i wouldn't hire someone who can't properly sign off on their emails! how could i be trusted to ever write anything worthwhile? there goes the dream, there goes the job. FAAAACK!!
maybe they won't notice?
why oh why oh why do you trick me, spell check? i thought i did everything i could do to avoid a mistake! i NEVER do spell check, and yet i relied on it tonight to ensure no errors!
BUT NOOOOOOOOO!
i frickin' can't spell SINCERELY. i wrote SINCERLY.
ARGH! thank you letters via email to the THREE people who met with me, and ALL OF THEM SHARE THE SAME SIGNATURE WITH THE GLARING TYPO!
i am never going to get that job now! i wouldn't hire someone who can't properly sign off on their emails! how could i be trusted to ever write anything worthwhile? there goes the dream, there goes the job. FAAAACK!!
maybe they won't notice?
we're the bank of america!
sung to the tune of kids of america. i think that should be their theme song. it would make me a hell of a lot happier when i call them if i heard that one hit wonder. i call them often enough to have a say in this, i think.
direct deposit - so lovely when it works. so heinous when it doesn't. apparently, even though i've told everyone i possibly can tell about my bank woes (compromised account which i closed) good old TU, my employer, won't listen when a paper check is requested... growl... so i have some $ floating back and forth between my closed account and TU. i want that money in MY hands. it's mine. i worked for it. but no one can give me a straight answer. so! frustrating!
what else to blog about.. um, i have a lingering tummy ache. it's been around since monday night, before my interview. i thought it was stress-induced, but it's not budging. kind of sucks. i am also unbelievably exhausted. living with these noisy adults and 3 kittens doesn't help, for sure. i haven't slept soundly since the night before the night before i left new orleans.. when was that? saturday night? my lady and i shared a pillow for the duration of my trip, which was hard too. but i slept like a baby saturday night, or friday night. one of those nights i slept well. and since then, tummy aches and growing kittens (read: heavy) have made restless nights for me.
oh well. my mom got her new car (FINALLY!) and she is taking me to ikea. lori's taxi is on a break.
direct deposit - so lovely when it works. so heinous when it doesn't. apparently, even though i've told everyone i possibly can tell about my bank woes (compromised account which i closed) good old TU, my employer, won't listen when a paper check is requested... growl... so i have some $ floating back and forth between my closed account and TU. i want that money in MY hands. it's mine. i worked for it. but no one can give me a straight answer. so! frustrating!
what else to blog about.. um, i have a lingering tummy ache. it's been around since monday night, before my interview. i thought it was stress-induced, but it's not budging. kind of sucks. i am also unbelievably exhausted. living with these noisy adults and 3 kittens doesn't help, for sure. i haven't slept soundly since the night before the night before i left new orleans.. when was that? saturday night? my lady and i shared a pillow for the duration of my trip, which was hard too. but i slept like a baby saturday night, or friday night. one of those nights i slept well. and since then, tummy aches and growing kittens (read: heavy) have made restless nights for me.
oh well. my mom got her new car (FINALLY!) and she is taking me to ikea. lori's taxi is on a break.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
on the interview
it went well. i think. let's just say i was there for THREE hours! yikes! actually, they were really nice, v. respectful of my time ("is your flight this afternoon? could you stay a little bit longer?") and i met with the president of the agency. and when he brought me back to lady who will *hopefully* hire me, he gave her a thumbs up and said "she's great!" or something, i had my back turned and couldn't really hear him, but when i turned back around he winked and she said "I know!" SO, who knows, well, they know. regardless, it will be at least 2 weeks before i know because of other interviews they are doing. and they might find someone way more fantastic than yours truly.
which is quite possible, i know. job hunting is exhausting. and so is apartment hunting. urg. katia was kind enough to drive me around the neighborhoods of NW DC, and i know exactly where i want to live now! just have to find a place that takes kitties and costs less than $1500/month and perhaps has a washer and dryer in the apt with all utilities paid. riiiiiight. a girl can dream.
it was a mixed reunion with the kitties after my week away. lucas snubbed me and emmett regarded me with disregard at first. about 1/2 hour later, lucas followed me into the back room and ran around in little circles, like he was saying "i can't believe you are really back!" it was too dang cute! the 2 of them fought for the top sleeping spot, which, unfortunately, is in my left armpit. neither of them want the right armpit. do our scents differ between armpits? emmett won, which left lucas down by my hip and his chin resting on my tummy.
sister says i have to do away with "the family bed." i reckon she's right... but i'm not ready yet. not until my lady is back for good.
which is quite possible, i know. job hunting is exhausting. and so is apartment hunting. urg. katia was kind enough to drive me around the neighborhoods of NW DC, and i know exactly where i want to live now! just have to find a place that takes kitties and costs less than $1500/month and perhaps has a washer and dryer in the apt with all utilities paid. riiiiiight. a girl can dream.
it was a mixed reunion with the kitties after my week away. lucas snubbed me and emmett regarded me with disregard at first. about 1/2 hour later, lucas followed me into the back room and ran around in little circles, like he was saying "i can't believe you are really back!" it was too dang cute! the 2 of them fought for the top sleeping spot, which, unfortunately, is in my left armpit. neither of them want the right armpit. do our scents differ between armpits? emmett won, which left lucas down by my hip and his chin resting on my tummy.
sister says i have to do away with "the family bed." i reckon she's right... but i'm not ready yet. not until my lady is back for good.
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