small silly detail: take a pen with you
NOT silly!
Being prepared says a lot about actually wanting the job for which you are applying.
'Not Fade Away'
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small silly detail: take a pen with you
NOT silly!
Being prepared says a lot about actually wanting the job for which you are applying.
Why a photo for a warehouse worker? You are right - slightly nuts.
Because its LA and everybody has one so what the heck?
Actually, "Metaphysical/Spiritual" + Hollywood location (and request for photo)+ all the trappings of Christmas but without Christianity SCREAMS Scientology outfit to me.
I look into that one further, but if there's even a whiff of Scientology, well... I have to draw some lines, no matter how destitute or scared.
God, yes. I am on board with that.
We like your thetans just the way they are, Sean.
omnis gives very good, specific advice. And the pen this is good.
That mystery wine rack that Overstock gave me last night was claimed. Neighbor. Bye, pretty bamboo wine rack, enjoy your new home. No new rack for me.
This has been the most fraught day I've had in quite some time.
The boarder/bite saga now includes a report to Animal Control, which has completely freaked out the poor owners. And, which comes suspiciously after we refused to be shaken down.
I'm sort of hoping they come to us for a statement, but given my previous experience with them, their visit will be a mere formality.
A couple more issues jumped up today and then I discovered that my beloved Niki has been in hospital all week from a Coumadin overdose brought on by improper diet.
I spoke with her in the rehab today, and she's doing okay, but UGH.
Coumadin is scary, bonny. I was on it for a while. ~ma to Niki.
Thanks, Zen. It is no joke, for sure. She said the pain was worse than she's ever felt. This, from the woman who just had her sternum sawed open less than 3 months ago.
Yikes.
I'm just frazzled from carrying anxiety for roughly a dozen people over the last two days.
I've got the power, but the cost to my system is high.
I'm sure I can do a lot of these listings, but some of the requirements are intimidating. I am neither a college nor a high school graduate. I got my GED, but I never got my transcripts, so I don't really have proof anywhere. This has been a deep and abiding source of shame and embarrassment for me for pretty much my entire adult life. I always felt like theatre was the one place that really didn't care about all that (and even then, I get quite red faced when everybody else talks about their typically graduate level educations).