Lilah ,'Not Fade Away'
[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.
I'ma just copy -t, and wish Steph's grandpa nose-ma, and efficacious and successful surgery for connie's DH, and less-irritating classmates for sj.
Hec, thanks so much for translating the highlights of Emmett's games into Tolkien-speak. Otherwise, when anybody starts speaking softball it just sounds like Miss Othmar to me.
Um. We are not pirating today. What we are doing instead is re-watching The Black Pearl to get ready for Dead Man's Chest. Arrr.
The insurance company in Monterey decided I wasn't committed enough to underwriting to be a good fit.
Oh, bleh. I'm so sorry, -t (except that the commute from your present home to Monterey would have been deadly). I hate that bullshit. I got the same response after an interview for a legal secty. position at Oracle. WTF? It's office work, admin work, reports and spreadsheets and schedules, not something giant or noble or deliciously creative. If you're smart and qualified and you have a job history that shows a good sturdy work ethic, why the fuck should you need to show your undying commitment to this particular subspecies of paper-pushing and number-crunching? Bleah.
Tons of -ma to Steph's grandfather, and some to Steph as well for use as needed in dealing with the rest of the family. And much, much -ma to connie's DH.
I can see their point, JZ, in that they are looking to train people to be the backbone of the company. It's funny, though, since they got my resume for an actuarial position, and they were the ones to suggest that I might be a good fit for underwriting.
Whatever. I got to go to the beach after my interview.
Health-ma for all Bitches and Bitch loved ones what needs it. I am about to start on some strong antibiotics, as not only did the dentist discover two teeth which need root canals, one of them has a raging infection. Bleagh. At least that explains the dull low-level headache I've been having 24/7 the last week or so.
Oh, ow! Glad you are getting it fixed, Robin.
painting. I forgot to put on gloves. which wouldn't have mattered , 'til I took the roller off for temporary storage. d'oh.
Ick. Quick fix ~ma Robin.
Hands of blue, beth?
Two by two...
Well, K-Bug, her bf, and CJ have tickets for the 1pm showing of Pirates. Me, I'm stuck at work and get to give them a ride home when it is over. Jealous, much.
Oh! Random family bitching I forgot about.
I've been working for four months, and I'm not even a full-time employee yet, and my dad, while I was home, advised me to keep my eyes out for any other job opportunities, and my mom chimed in, "Somewhere closer to home," and GAH. It doesn't help that they still will not fucking let go of the fact that I got out of the research track. "Would you be making more money if you did the research? Is there room for advancement in what you're doing? Does your job relate to your pharmacology studies?" YES NO MAYBE SO STFU OMG.