Okay, actually, y'all aren't all *that* impressive really. And, apart from tossing around a bit of desultory thunder and periodically making my Sid whimper a tad, you're really not doing your job all that well, are you? I mean, it's all nice and grey outside, but you haven't even troubled with WIND yet. And it's bone dry, still, underneath the TREES.
Let's have some rain, chop-chop. My ground needs it, and you aren't trying very hard. Get your downpour on, eh? Momma's waiting - patiently. Let's not disappoint, now. Even the dog isn't all that upset by you.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Turkey Without Dressing
I miss getting up and putting on nice clothes for work every day. This year's layoff occurred just at change-of-season time, so that fun couple of weeks or so when your own old clothes seem new again, after their seasons-long hiatus just went right by. I have great spring suits and dresses and pants and shoes, all just wasting up closet space.
Every possible interview is another whiff of hope to pull on those new grey pants I got for ten dollars (!!), or a good pair of heels, or the choker that belonged to my grandmother.
But, as it is, every day is just another day in sneakers or sandals. Even maintaining the discipline of getting up and making myself presentable isn't the same as really having a schedule and routine like I would at a day job.
One more *bleah* for unemployment. Wasted wardrobe.
Every possible interview is another whiff of hope to pull on those new grey pants I got for ten dollars (!!), or a good pair of heels, or the choker that belonged to my grandmother.
But, as it is, every day is just another day in sneakers or sandals. Even maintaining the discipline of getting up and making myself presentable isn't the same as really having a schedule and routine like I would at a day job.
One more *bleah* for unemployment. Wasted wardrobe.
Screen Queen
Just spoke with the lawyer's office, and it does sound like the position would report to the group who do some work with the former employers. I can live with that, given (a) no burnt bridges at the former's, and (b) the obvious fact that secretaries don't go on field trips to see the clients, really. So.
I think I gave a strong and positive impression. I know there's one more screening today, and there's some hope to make interviewing decisions by the end of the week. So that'll be the tell. HR person didn't have much detail regarding the job, but I did get to ask at least what the relationship might look like, and, as noted, I didn't "duhhhhrr" my way through our conversation, so we shall see.
I've already finished my job crawl for today, so next item up for bids is a trip to Goodwill to drop off a box of goodies (and perhaps a trunkload of things mom gave me a week or two ago, which I really have no intention of attempting to consign nor sell on eBay). After that, I think I am going to enjoy some Conn Iggulden.
I think I gave a strong and positive impression. I know there's one more screening today, and there's some hope to make interviewing decisions by the end of the week. So that'll be the tell. HR person didn't have much detail regarding the job, but I did get to ask at least what the relationship might look like, and, as noted, I didn't "duhhhhrr" my way through our conversation, so we shall see.
I've already finished my job crawl for today, so next item up for bids is a trip to Goodwill to drop off a box of goodies (and perhaps a trunkload of things mom gave me a week or two ago, which I really have no intention of attempting to consign nor sell on eBay). After that, I think I am going to enjoy some Conn Iggulden.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
One Ringy-Dingy
Well, at least I got a good call today - another phone interview tomorrow, for a pretty good spot. And with a lawyer's office. Which, oddly enough, is probably the lesser evil of some of the things I have been applying for!
And this HR person sounded like she plans to actually interview me. So rock on for that, indeedy. (I don't seem to know what to do with HR folks who won't interview. And obviously they have no clue what to do with me.)
And this HR person sounded like she plans to actually interview me. So rock on for that, indeedy. (I don't seem to know what to do with HR folks who won't interview. And obviously they have no clue what to do with me.)
Woo
Actually found something to apply for today. I'm probably wildly overqualified, but at least I got in the ballpark.
Awrighty Then
Library work is done, and now I am home, Funker Vogt going at it as I settle in for a day at the 'puter.
The mail hasn't arrived, but who needs incoming when there's outgoing to be prepped? First up, we do the daily job thing. Then it's off to the races for rich, agent-y goodness. Who'll be the lucky ones ... ?
(Hey, if the authors keep it such a hard-to-find secret who their agents are, why'm I going to tell you??)
The mail hasn't arrived, but who needs incoming when there's outgoing to be prepped? First up, we do the daily job thing. Then it's off to the races for rich, agent-y goodness. Who'll be the lucky ones ... ?
(Hey, if the authors keep it such a hard-to-find secret who their agents are, why'm I going to tell you??)
Liberry
I have to run off to the library, as I sold a couple things on eBay and the printer I have here at home has never been functional (well, at least for b/w) since I've had it. Ordinarily, I go to my mom's house and print there, but she hasn't spoken with me since Sunday, so - not pushing that.
I'm hoping that by the time I come home the mail will have been delivered, and that my Writers Market will be in the mix. Once this pesky printing is done, it's time to start querying with a will.
And maybe, if I have the fortitude and feel distracted enough by the job hunting work to do and the agent-poking work I have to do ... I will hook up my brother's old tape deck and burn off some CDs of dad's memorial service. (Assuming the CDs are in the shipment with the WM.)
Oddly enough, once I get this one errand run, today will be a pretty busy one. Right here at the laptop.
I'm hoping that by the time I come home the mail will have been delivered, and that my Writers Market will be in the mix. Once this pesky printing is done, it's time to start querying with a will.
And maybe, if I have the fortitude and feel distracted enough by the job hunting work to do and the agent-poking work I have to do ... I will hook up my brother's old tape deck and burn off some CDs of dad's memorial service. (Assuming the CDs are in the shipment with the WM.)
Oddly enough, once I get this one errand run, today will be a pretty busy one. Right here at the laptop.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
CB
CareerBuilder has perhaps the worst recommendation algorithms I have ever seen flashed in my direction. And I used to have a membership at Blockbuster, y'all.
An executive assistant job is a fair match for me, according to CB. But K-MART GROCERY, now that is an excellent job for me.
... the ... ???
Wow.
An executive assistant job is a fair match for me, according to CB. But K-MART GROCERY, now that is an excellent job for me.
... the ... ???
Wow.
Stage Beauty
This is one of those films which, when I finally saw it, I had to buy a copy immediately. It's such an exellently performed, entertaining movie. Zoe Tapper stands out as a wonderfully winsome presence, delightful and appealing and funny and perfectly cast, even though at first she's just way to modern-ly pretty and telegenic. Rupert Everett is impossible ever to dislike much, but here he is both magnificently royal (pleh!) and alMOST human. It's lovely, and so is he. ALL the supporting roles are great here, and the leads are impossibly frustrating, electric, riveting.
The detail is super - the language of gesture they invented for seventeeth-century actors of women's roles is wonderful - and the production design is extremely well considered. It looks fantastic, even down to the costuming, which I often find distracting in historical pieces. Here, it's very nicely planned and executed. And the lighting, yes, is a fantastic accomplishment (just listen to the commentary). Supa-dupa!
But more than anything else: entertaining. I love this plot. The performances and the interesting developments. The writing.
The performances. Yep.
Faboo flick. Get it.
The detail is super - the language of gesture they invented for seventeeth-century actors of women's roles is wonderful - and the production design is extremely well considered. It looks fantastic, even down to the costuming, which I often find distracting in historical pieces. Here, it's very nicely planned and executed. And the lighting, yes, is a fantastic accomplishment (just listen to the commentary). Supa-dupa!
But more than anything else: entertaining. I love this plot. The performances and the interesting developments. The writing.
The performances. Yep.
Faboo flick. Get it.
Kink
Well, the day started off lovely, got ugly, then stabilized. I am tight in every dang muscle, though.
Times like this? Single sucks.
Times like this? Single sucks.
Nova
Love the special on Mount St. Helens. Watch it. Watch it with your kids!
Yummy good nature and science TV. Mmm-MM!
Yummy good nature and science TV. Mmm-MM!
...
Mothers are forgiving, and that is a blessed thing.
Life goes on, and it's time for leftover lasagna. *Smack smack*
Life goes on, and it's time for leftover lasagna. *Smack smack*
E-nough (this is nothing electronical, kiddies)
I have spent this whole year feeling ugly and guilty inside for reasons mostly external to my own actions. Today I am wretched at a ruined Mother's Day dinner which culminated in political self-righteousness, and my stepfather almost driving away from my home in anger WITHOUT MY MOTHER (in, not for nothing, her own car).
I would NEVER have done this in their home. Never. I have countless times found ways to opt out of participation in other people's politics, when this happens in other places. I have the right to insist up on not having political opinionating in my home, and certainly during the conduct of a celebration with more than just family present.
People in general have the right not to have partisan politics insistently served to then in social situations. Period. There is ample reason it is considered poor manners to discuss these things in company other than the most intimate - and sometimes, even then.
But, at the end of the day: my mother had a right to better behavior from everyone.
And so. Ugly and guilty inside. And nowhere to take the feelings. Nothing to do with them.
Having the right to my home, and to the pleasantness of a party I worked very hard to make pleasing for *everyone* who came makes no difference. The party ended appallingly. And I helped to ruin my mother's Day.
To her, I will offer apologies.
From anyone else, I know far better than to expect any from someone who places self-righteousness above harmony on someone else's celebratory (family) day.
*Sigh*
I would NEVER have done this in their home. Never. I have countless times found ways to opt out of participation in other people's politics, when this happens in other places. I have the right to insist up on not having political opinionating in my home, and certainly during the conduct of a celebration with more than just family present.
People in general have the right not to have partisan politics insistently served to then in social situations. Period. There is ample reason it is considered poor manners to discuss these things in company other than the most intimate - and sometimes, even then.
But, at the end of the day: my mother had a right to better behavior from everyone.
And so. Ugly and guilty inside. And nowhere to take the feelings. Nothing to do with them.
Having the right to my home, and to the pleasantness of a party I worked very hard to make pleasing for *everyone* who came makes no difference. The party ended appallingly. And I helped to ruin my mother's Day.
To her, I will offer apologies.
From anyone else, I know far better than to expect any from someone who places self-righteousness above harmony on someone else's celebratory (family) day.
*Sigh*
Friday, May 7, 2010
Thursday, May 6, 2010
And
And ironically, when I called my mom to tell her (she'd just asked how my neighbor was doing two days ago) - I heard a few notes of music, and the phone went dead. "Must have called at a bad time," I thought.
I did.
She was at a funeral.
Yoiks.
I did.
She was at a funeral.
Yoiks.
Wow
Flowers already being delivered across the street.
Okay, yes, I realize being unemployed appears to have turned me into Mrs. Kravitz.
But this still sort of amazes me.
Okay, yes, I realize being unemployed appears to have turned me into Mrs. Kravitz.
But this still sort of amazes me.
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