dammit, Sarameg. I'm sorry. This is fuckery.
ita, I think your healthcare providers are causing you additional stress absolutely. I hate that they do and wish they would focus on helping you rather than hindering you.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
dammit, Sarameg. I'm sorry. This is fuckery.
ita, I think your healthcare providers are causing you additional stress absolutely. I hate that they do and wish they would focus on helping you rather than hindering you.
Sarameg, are they not allowed to rehire if you get a job inbetween?
And they told me I didn't get the job. I guess that's better than talking to my references and then saying "Nope.
Definitely! And better than saying they're going to contact your references and then just never talking to you again, sadly.
I emailed with several of my coworkers, all of whom are SO OVER our boss. And sent a (very toned-down from what I wanted to say) response to the boss. Doesn't help I've had a headache all day.
I just watched "How to Get Away With Murder" and damn, Shonda, I love ya and all, but some of that was just ridiculous. Even I, as a person not intending to ever go to law school, know more than some of these supposed first-year law students. Or lawyers. I do like most of the law student characters, so far, but damn they're dumb.
It sounds like lots of people had shitty days yesterday. I cut myself off from social media about 6, had wine, and binge-watched Dollhouse.
I have been awake since 2am thanks to insomnia, and currently hate everyone and every thing, especially my immediate family. Not because they've done anything to deserve it, mind you, just because I hate everything right now.
That sucks, Burrell. Can you have some quiet time today?
I hope so, Jesse. The trick is to manage to also find time for grading and laundry and TCB. Will probably put the handling of actually onerous stuff off until tomorrow.
Apparently, October is the cranky month for me. I am hiding in my cubicle in lieu of punching people in the face. For no good reason, I'm just cranky.
I'm sorry, Burrell and Sue.
I feel slightly less bummed about the job rejection in the light of day. I still have three interviews scheduled in the next two weeks. I tried on my interview outfit last night (a classy black pantsuit with a black and white blouse, and black shoes--a compromise between interview professionalism and the walking tour of a large Midwestern college that will also occur). I clean up ok. My hair should be fine for the next couple of weeks, but I should probably schedule a brow and lash dye.
That sounds pretty good, Calli!
And I got two calls from head hunters, for positions that I might even be able to fill, this morning. Is it Steam Engine Time already?