I'm back from Oregon! Anyone miss me?
Job~ma to vw's mom and to Raquel. Any spare job~ma you folks have lying around would be most gratefully received by me. I'm a finalist for the position I've been interviewing for in another section of Big!Bank, and I'd really like to get it. Problem is, they're moving into the phase of talking to my supervisor, and I've already been smacked down by her once this morning. So, please, ignoring-craxy-lady~ma.
ION, my husband is the best evAH (sorry Hec), and not only cleaned the apartment while I was gone, but prepped all of my weekday at the office food so I didn't have to worry about it when I got home, but could instead hang with him and watch The Station Agent. Yay.
That sounds promising, vw, much jobma to your mom. (There's a part of my brain that's trying to turn that into "Word to your mother". This is what happens when I let Vanilla Ice onto my television screen).
And whatever's-right-ma for Raquel.
(eta: jobma for juliana, welcome home!
Also, sad I missed The Tick last night. I hope I can remember to record it tonight...)
Much job~ma to juliana too. And of course we missed you! Did you have a good trip?
I'm off to start my crazy day. First I'm going to the hospital to apply (and be denied) for MassHealth and Free Care. Then I have therapy. Then I'm off to work. Then there's class. I'll finally be home around 9:30pm. Blech. One thing at a time. One thing at a time...
Timelies. Peace to you today, vw, and ~ma for your mom.
Juliana, ~ma for you too. I do hope you get it. Did you have a good visit to Oregon?
More ~ma for Raquel in the works-out-for-the-best sort of way.
What I remember from my massive skim: The babies are beautiful. The haircuts sound good. Foamy! Yay Cashmere! You're such a good mommy and Owen's going to be a great big brother. I've never had anyone do my brows, but I'm tempted. I missed the first Tick, but I've got it scheduled for the DVR now, thanks Daniel.
I'm feeling much better today, finally. I've been sick, in a flare-up, sprained my ankle, blah blah blah for about a month. Today I feel like a cheerful human. Yay!
I did have a good trip, though my mother still drives me CRAXY. I've figured it out, though - she is purely Abstract Random, and I'm almost evenly split between Concrete Random and Abstract Sequential. So, logic has a place in my world, and almost none in hers. Luckily, she's also insanely bouncy, so at least everything is cheerful. Which also drives me bonkers on occasion. Anyway. My cousins were very glad to see me, I gave advice to the graduating one, and seeing the mountains was good for my soul. So.
Still trying to catch up here....
Based on that site, I think I'm mostly concrete random.
I can't tell what I am from the summaries. They could each be me, depending on the situation.
Good luck with the interview, Erin!
Mighty Neruda-ma to you, Erin. I bet you'll wow them.
Job-ma for Erin.
I just got this e-mail from my little sister:
Ok, I am just the messenger, and you didnt hear this from me, but it really isnt that important. On our way back from Mississippi, mommy and Pappa were talking. Mommy still doesnt like your idea of being a writer, but she is suppoting you because she loves you a lot. Pappa has never like this idea of you becoming a writer. He thinks " how is going to earn a living being a writer?" Apparently he has never heard of any famous or wealthy writers. Pappa thinks that after you try and fail at finding a job, you will come back to us, and then you will go get a PHD. Well, just remember, you didnt hear this from me. If this bums you out, then I am sorry. If you never want me to tell you anything else they ever say, then just tell me and I wont tell you unless it is like really life or death and they picked out a bride for you. You know, something like that. Just remember, this is mommy and Pappa, they dont know that you can make a great living out of being a garbage man. To them, a good living comes from being only a doctor or an engineer. So dont let this ruin your day. I just thought you would want to know this. You also know Pappa and his stubbornness (excuse the misspellings) Well, I love you more than the Sun, the stars, or the moon.
* a google hugs and kisses*
-jiggers