OK, now that the morning shift for Buffistas has gotten their Emily-fix, I was able to getinto kodakgalleries and Emily, you look AWESOME!
Cindy, the lobster ravioli sounds so delicious! Hooray for date night!
In not so great news, I got a call from my mom last night; one of my kitties (who I had to put into foster care at my folks years ago, due to the cats' obsession with being outside, and my living in places where that wasn't feasible), Arthur, died. He had a clot and lost the use of his hind legs first; my mom brought him to the vet, where he confirmed there was nothing to be done, and he was put to sleep while my mom pet him till he died.
Oh, shit, I'm crying AGAIN. RIP Arthur. May you kill many birds and mice in Kitty Valhalla. He was a big dumb sweet ginger calico cat. His brother, Beeblebrox, will have a hard time. They've been together every day since they were born 10 years ago.
That wooden box shipwreck thing sounds familiar, bt, but I can't place it. good luck with getting exactly the responses you want, not too much and not too little. I wish you to be the Goldilocks of dating.
Constantly being evicted from strange beds?
Oh, Nora! That's just devistating. I'm so sorry. {{{Nora}}}
Lilty, I forgot to mention, that it was so great that you got that letter! I bet there will be more action with that company. It's always good to have a positive dialogue/line of communication open with places.
Thanks, Nora. I was thinking of jotting a quick acknowledgement email today, but I'm not sure what I'd write.
Dear Mr. Hiring Dude,
Thank you for not KILLING MY SOUL.
{{Nora}} RIP Arthur, and hang in there Beeblebrox.
Excellent naming strategy, btw, Nora.
I forgot to congratulate you, Lilty, that's a great letter to have gotten. They really are keeping you in mind, and they'd only do that if you impressed them. i bet you hear from them again with something more suitable.
Thank you for not KILLING MY SOUL.
heh. I know that feeling well.
I kept contacts from places that hadn't hired me, but still seemed to like me, and would every once in a while (like every3-4 months or so) call them and let them know I was still interested in working with them, and is there anything on the horizon? I liked leaving voicemails, if possible, as I felt that was more of a low-pressure way of doing it. If I got a call back, (which I usually did) even just saying, thanks for your call, but we got bupkis right now, I was fairly confident that I wasn't annoying them. If I never heard anything back from them, I'd back off.
It was the last one. Most snoggable. Also, you look pretty fucking hot.
Yes! That was the one I thought you meant to link to, Hec. It was way hot.
I'm sorry about the kitty, Nora.
((Nora))
Poor wee Beeb. RIP Arthur.
"She peered inside the small wooden box and saw a wonder before her eyes; a dark stormy sea and shipwreck with few survivors. Then the sky opened up....."
Sounds like images from
Twelfth Night,
or
The Tempest,
but I guess it's not to do with those, so I go nothin'.
...am strangely drawn to this notion of embracing my inner redhead. Huh. Would require a total wardrobe re-think. which is kind of exciting.
Huh.
