Spike's Bitches 25 to Life
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Dammit, Fay, you're making
me
want to move there!
I
will
get a job eventually, right? Or at least an interview? This is getting seriously discouraging. I'm in the running for maybe three positions at this point, have definitely struck out on four, and applied to 5-6 others so long ago I think I can assume I was rejected even without a letter telling me so.
And today when I checked my usual suspect websites to find jobs to apply for (the UW employment site, idealist.org, and craigslist), there was nothing. Nada. El zilcho. There was one UW job I was excited about until I saw it was a one-week listing, which is code for "we've already picked someone but have to go through the motions of a search." I found another UW job for DH to apply for--he's hoping to find something with a little more pay and greater challenges in the next year or so.
I'm trying really hard to think of this as a blessing in disguise. If I could pick a start date for this hoped-for new job of mine, it'd be around 10/15, after the writers conference and after I expect to have finished the rough draft of the WIP. Not having a job now is great because it frees me to devote my time and energy to those responsibilities.
But the not getting interviews is making me nervous that I've lost my cover letter mojo, or that the year-plus off really was permanent career suicide.
Gas was at $2.25, but now it's back up to hovering around $2.31 at the cheap place I like.
There are at times almost an $.11 difference between where I get gas near work and where I live (about 7 miles away).
Cass! I was down in your 'hood this weekend! 'Course I didn't realize it was your 'hood 'til I was on my way (to Ren Faire) and my directions from Yahoo Maps included a street that's yours. I woulda called, 'cept I lost your number in the great cellphone debacle of '04. Then I saw from your posts you wouldna been there anyhow. So, my point is apparently, that I was in your 'hood. Wow, not that interesting when it takes that long to type out the whole thing...
Health~ma to Sean and Jessica.
Wow, not that interesting when it takes that long to type out the whole thing...
Yeah, but it made me giggle to read it. I will insent my number to you though. Didn't realize it was tragically lost in the aught four debacle.
Where was Ren? Balboa Park maybe?
I have eleven days to figure out what I did. I think I meant to do this Friday but was lulled by the no one else here thing. Maybe I should work backwards.
Didn't realize it was tragically lost in the aught four debacle.
Me neither. 'Til I tried to look you up to find you not there.
Where was Ren? Balboa Park maybe?
Yep. Morley Field. Pretty nice with all the grass, last Faire I went to was in an empty lot somewhere up north (Fallbrook? San Marcos? I disremember), and the dust was horrific.
I have eleven days to figure out what I did. I think I meant to do this Friday but was lulled by the no one else here thing.
Happens to the best of us. I was all alone by 3:30 or 4:00 on Friday, and with the best of intentions accomplished approximately nothing between then and 5:15.
Maybe I should work backwards.
This works well for me when I try to figure out where a story I was telling went off track, and try to get back to the point (see Username).
Ah, Morley Field, you really were close to my place. Innit the prettiest little park?
Okay, big-ass (Jilli-proofing)
spider is climbing down my wall
right now. Must
squish
.
shudder
I have figured out the time for Friday. Which is amazing as I was alone by 2 and I am pretty sure that there was an hour of b.org screwing around but I still managed to code eight hours. I must have been here longer or summat.
I'm using emails sent to figure out What I Did.
I am removing the wall paperborder from my bathroom. It is easier and messier than I thought it would be.
I was all set to wish Birthday Happies for Robin and Katerina B. then someone chimed in with wishes for "ms. h." whom I'm guessing to be ms. havisham. Well, anyway, happy birthday, the lot of you.
Assorted "the best thing about Mondays is that there is only one per week" wishes to the rest of us.
I just had my first visit to a chiropractor. He performed various assessments, including two x-rays. Thank goodness they offer a discount to people who pay up front.
Ah, Morley Field, you really were close to my place. Innit the prettiest little park?
It was quite nice, although after circling for close to an hour looking for parking (ample parking my butt!), then hiking in from where I eventually found a spot (corner of Upas and Pershing. What's the deal with that hill? Dang!) I was in less of a proper frame of mind to appreciate it than I might otherwise be.
I have figured out the time for Friday. Which is amazing as I was alone by 2 and I am pretty sure that there was an hour of b.org screwing around but I still managed to code eight hours. I must have been here longer or summat.
Psst. Cass has figured out how to tweak the space-time continuum. Pass it on.
edited 'cuz then and than are not the same thing, and someone as anal and me could not let it stand.
