I don't know why I'm writing this down, but sometimes when I hit "post" the embarassment goes away.
So I miscounted my period. By a WEEK. And I get to work, stand up out of my car, and there she is. The Woman Tax.
Sadly, there are no women in my building under the age of 4,583. In fact, most of the women I am close to here who wouldn't give me a lecture about how I am no longer in the 7th grade and should have something here in my desk are likely post-menepausal.
So I have to call someone I don't know very well, drive clear across lab, get the supplies needed, and race back. I'm in a terrible mood.
And then I remembered that lori works here. Which could have saved me a great deal of "I am not in the 7th grade and should have something on me" embarassment.
Heh. One of the reasons she got was the font on her resume. She thought it was "creative."
I'd have about 30 new jobs right now.
So why haven't you taken a pricey apartment and invited us all to come along with you? Hmmm?
Real Estate has been very good to me. I've made much more profit from the sale of properties that I have owned than I ever did in any other attempt at profit. The gains far exceeded the interest paid. I have been very careful with my selections, and lucky with the results. My debt is still a very scary thing.
More from Betsy's link:
After telling me the delay in correspondence was because they had "fallen a bit behind in the creation of the next issue," I was told that being "snippy" to a prospective employer was "unbelievably off-putting," even if they had already decided not to give me the job.
I went home and cried until I passed out, then woke up and cried some more. Then I thought about what the second rejection e-mail really said.
First of all, what does an editorial intern coordinator have to do with the production schedule of a magazine? I read SPIN a lot, and have seen this man's name under a few minor album reviews. Nothing that would delay anyone's schedule. I had gotten a lame excuse for his procrastination, and he obviously didn't take my inquiry seriously.
Girl's been whacked over the head with a nail-studded clue-by-four, and she STILL doesn't get it?
My elevator surprised me by telling me that the congress did something I liked.
The House voted to extend Day Light Savings Time from March to November.
And then I thought about how sad it was that I never expected the government to ever do anything I liked. That I live in a constant state of flinch at Republican fiat.
Girl's been whacked over the head with a nail-studded clue-by-four, and she STILL doesn't get it?
I'm in the mood to write to her, but I'd like to paste that up in my LJ for further mockery, first.
Happy Birthday, Betsy!
That article. My eyes are on perma-roll.
Allyson, calling me would have sadly only resulted in my realization that I need to restock the stash. D'oh. Sorry babe.
