I try to make use of some of my time today and every place I went wasn't open yet. What's with opening at 10 am? Oi.
Cold rain and I'm so tired. I shouldn't be so tired. Bitchy belly, bubbling with sprite and ready to boil over. Ick. Thank you for comments. Fun, I love it.
I start tomorrow at 8 am.
I had a message on my answering machine.... I was occupied and didn't listen right away. I saw on caller ID that I'd missed a friend's call so I called her back....assuming I'd hear her voice on the machine later. I was wrong. A bit before 6 I finally listened and it's someone else about a job!! They want to talk to me about some jobs they have to offer! What a problem to have.. I was to give an answer to the other job today but haven't yet due to lingering questions I posed just before the end of the work day. Oh wow. What now? I can't just make the other job wait and wait. But, I can't go without checking out the other options. Option 2 will pay less I'm sure but it made my heart beat faster.
So, they offered me the job. I told them about my trip and they said it was fine...they'd work around it.
Now I have to decide if I want it. eeep!! He said I could start tomorrow if I want.
Brain buzzing buzzing in a fit of decision.
bad news: Last night I'm hopping onto the bed for sleep time and my eyes drifted to the ceiling. Sighting # 5!!! My god!! so, apparently.. There are numerous spiders. Husband was sure of the one he killed in the bathroom so this is a new one. IN THE SLEEP SANCTUARY! NOO!! no. This one was a girl, I think. She cackled and swayed.
good news: Was worried about getting my passport on time. I got my plane tickets from FedEx and 2 days later my passport arrived. It only took 15 days!! I was bracing myself for it to take 6 weeks + even though I'd been told by others it'd take about a month. I realize seasons and such may play a role in timing. Anyway, I have plane tickets and a passport. I'm set! With this comes the question of job hunting.. I'm leaving for a week at the end of May. Is a job interview the best time to mention this? I wouldn't want to get hired and then bring it up...like I've been hiding it. I think it best for all parties involved if I'm upfront about it. It may be a deciding factor in whether they hire me but I'm not cancelling the trip. Impossible.
PS I'm going to try my damnedest to visit Transylvania while in Romania. No, I wouldn't show up there with some stereotypical view of the place. It'd be pretty kickass, though. I think we're also planning a trip to the Black Sea. Over the weekend that crappy old movie "My Giant" was on. It was set in Romania so that made me laugh a bit. Lovely.
I feel it.
This is my first day not working and this morning I had a great job interview. I'm not sure the job would be great but I felt like the interview went well.
The darkness is tugging at me. I feel myself sinking.
Esteem, worth, optimism, quickly deflating.
The gray rain isn't helping matters at all.
I will take the rain over snow. Sorry, Cleveland.
Sipping V8 Splash. I think Husband started disliking it after he read the label and discovered carrot juice. Yummy.
Soup simmering gently on the stove.
fluffy fluffy talk. ick. stop it.
Opening up anything online or in the paper to look for a job makes me filled with dread. I'm sorry this has become the "Hopeless and Hopelessly Unemployed" blog. Maybe tomorrow I'll eat a burrito for lunch and really spice things up.
At least Mason Jennings is keeping me company.
Saturday night seemed almost a bust completely.
Alone, alone. Even out and about, strangely dark and closed.
Reading on and on finding strange connections all around.
In the dark a spider with long, long legs crawled down my arm
I brushed him off and flung my wedding ring into the dark.
It was later, when he had started to stop creeping my arm out
I saw him
He danced up the wall and paused at eye level to taunt me
He laughed
He pointed
I glanced around for a weapon and he danced up to the ceiling
More laughing.
More pointing.
Taunting!
It was at the point that he decided to enter the sleep sanctuary
I'd had enough.
I stood up and walked to him
Sandal in hand.. I scraped him down the door
My sleeping roommate was in our bed, peaceful and innocent
I had to protect him.
Once I felt victory, I pulled back the shoe...
Only to discover
No spider, no guts, nothing!
He had escaped.
I thought of him even after crawling into bed.
I felt him on my arms, in my hair.
I knew he was present and laughing.
Yesterday husband smashed him or one of his comrades in the bathroom.
There have been 4 sightings or.. OR
4 spiders.
Husband said, "Brown recluse."
I said, "No."
We looked up pictures
I think, "Yes!"
Ew.
I wouldn't say.. afraid.
I just don't like all the pointing and laughing.
My dear,
I simply had to write to you on this, my last day at this job as a stupid temp! Much rejoicing will begin at 5:01 pm. It seems quite a long time from now but of course I can make it as I'll have that thought in my head all day. Yesterday the owner's wife gave me flowers. How thoughtful. They're red gerbera daisies, I think. Flashy and rustic too. Love it. Have a great day!! Monday I'll begin my sorrowful pining for a new job. aha.
pom.
Aye. These days shall be the death of me. How they drone on and on. I've only 2 left.. Today, tomorrow..then The End. However, those days are bound and determined to be the longest days ever. Yesterday at 3 in the afternoon I caught myself answering the phone, "Good morning, blah blah blah." It wasn't because the day had flown by and I thought it was morning while really the day had slipped into afternoon. It was because my brain turns to mush and I have no idea which way is up. Everytime I answered the phone I'd close my eyes while they told me what or who they needed. The internal beeps of the phone were my miniature alarm clocks as my body seized every opportunity to try slipping into a sleepy, unconscious state. I don't know what is wrong with me. With the exception of last night we've been eating well...lots of vegetables! We get a decent amount of sleep at night, though sometimes too warm and humid. I drink water all day at work. What is this incessant exhaustion?
Long sigh. I'm brimming full of whines this morning, eh? whimper, moan.
Job interview Monday. REAL job, not temp job.
Really, very happy for Sa Rah & jdoublep. They deserve great things.
However.. and that's just a wee baby however.
This makes me so jealous!! eep. I shouldn't be, really. It's just that I'd love to own a home and don't see it happening anytime soon. I think I need 2 new jobs, not just 1.
With not a peep of bitterness at all, SWEAR!!! Congratulations. Truly.
Soo.. I've been whisking off resumes here and there, following them behind with phone calls, all under the theory that it's easier to find a job when you have a job. I've only sent resumes to the jobs I'm sincerely interested in..not merely those that I'm capable of. There's a different feeling that accompanies such an act. See, before, it was all a chore.. It still retains some of that as I don't enjoy the job search much.. but.. if I only check into those that genuinely capture something I want, then it feels different. I'm not calling because some job search book advised me to do the proper thing, no, I'm calling because I really want this job! As I've mentioned, my temporary job ends on Friday and I've nothing to take it's place. It'd be nice to have a day or two off so that I can do some of those things that can only be done during the business day. Oh, enough boring chatter for this morning.
I just washed down my vitamins with a hot swallow of coffee. Is this acceptable? I guess I don't really care.
This is my last week at the paradise that is my temp job. (Monday is Opposites Day, duh!) This job ends Friday and I don't have one that starts Monday soo.. that's both good and bad.
No job = No Money.
New Car = New Payment.
I've always been good at math.
I'm fairly positive that I cannot make it through this day in paradise without some Johnny Cash. Everyone at paradise has dubbed me both stupid and anti-social. They're only half right. Music, seriously, very seriously, is perhaps the only thing that has allowed me to just keep on keepin' on at this place. Have a good day.
We need a lawn mower.
When I was little and pretending my bike was a car with keys.. I don't remember a payment attached.
When I went to my super cool job, I can only remember pretending to write in cursive (eeeeeee) and the work day lasting approximately 7 minutes.
The pretend house and yard were not my responsibility to clean or mow.
What gives?
I seem surrounded by it lately. In the asparagus we roast for dinner, in the peas that scream "Spring!," in our grass, in my shirt, in my soup bowl. Today I've made a curry rice noodle soup. I saw you wrinkle your nose at the mention of curry. For many this is an incredibly disliked taste. I happen to enjoy it. I took pictures..perhaps I'll try to get up? Who knows? Creamy coconut milk, spicy curry. Sweet hot. The rice noodles lay in wait at the bottom of my split-pea green noodle bowl. Atop the noodles nestled fresh shreds of cilantro. I ladled steamy, creamy, fragrant curry on top. Bright green peas and bits of chicken swam in the soupy broth. Now I can cup my hands around the edges and sip the juice after fishing out chicken and rice noodles with chopsticks. It's all very enjoyable.
And now, a story. It's not incredibly interesting. A friend of mine works for a company that is being outsourced. She'll lose her job in a couple of months. As it draws to a close they offered her the opportunity to go train the folks that will be taking over. She left in January and stayed for two months. She loved the people, the experience, all of it. She's going back at the end of this week. She can take a companion for as long (or short) as she'd like. Airfare, hotel, food, all paid for. She asked me if I'd go. And so you see, on May 26th I'll depart. I'll stop in Detroit and then fly over the ocean into Amsterdam and then onto Bucharest, Romania. She'll be working 8-10 hours a day while I'm there. We'll spend the weekend exploring together and then during the week I'll be on my own. My paper tickets should arrive in the mail shortly. Once you receive the tickets it all becomes more real. When I pause to think about the trip I could just squeal. I'm so beyond excited. I plan to educate myself a bit beforehand as I know nothing of Romania. My only memories are of the orphanages always shown on television. In my 6th grade class I wrote some story on wide ruled notebook paper about how I'd like to fly to Romania and adopt a baby when I was a grown-up. It was accompanied by a horribly penciled drawing of an airplane and stick figure me holding a swaddled baby. This trip will be such an experience. I'll soak up every little thing I can. I'm staying for just over a week and will return with my friend on her trip home. 14 hours of flying..a large amount spent over water. Ahh. I can't wait!
This past week was exhausting. My husband's car died a slow death and in the end we purchased a new car. It was our first "Married Couple Big Purchase." It's an adorable little Saturn Ion. If your opinion's negative, keep it 'cause I had enough trouble being at peace with the purchase decision. We like it.
Saturday was our 6 months of wedded bliss anniversary. I realized this yesterday during a sunny, back roads excursion I inadvertently took us on during our trip home.
That's all, I guess. I offered up a smorgasbord of information. I'm loving the weather and my poor husband is sick. At present he's enduring fitful sleep on the coach.
We spent a very solid portion of the day at the park by the river in Parkville. My husband skipped ("skimmed?") rocks like a pro. His family seems to say skim......mine skip. I think our marriage is solid enough to work through this difference, though.
We walked the streets, saw the trains, ate ice cream while walking the streets, sniffed coffees and teas, stood on the bridge, held hands and more.
It was lovely.
We were with our nephew and the husband's mom. They dropped us at home and later his mom returned with brother. Thus, a delicious dinner was cooked by Me, consumed by all. I tasted my first gelato today, M.Toast!! I chose Strawberry. I only had a taste. I would've had spumoni if they offered it. We were at "The Sweet Guy" in Parkville. I told them it was a "hip little place" and she said, "thanks, we try." heh. They offered gelato, coffee and chocolates. I imagined working there but....I'm not cool enough. I'd want to work in the back sneaking coffee and creating chocolates anyway, bitch. heehehe.
Oh, I forgot, in a very unorderly post here...
Funny story this morning.
I laughed much more than I should have.
We decided we'd get breakfast. We never get breakfast, let alone a fast food breakfast. Neither of us had ever had a McGriddle...so, yeah.. we each got one. Fairly tasty. As we headed back towards home we drove past Burger King and my husband says... HAHAHAH. Oh, it makes me laugh just getting ready to type it.
He says:
AHAHahaha
"Sorry, King.. we woke up with the Clown."
HAHAHAHAHAHhahahahaaaHAHAhah
Anyway.
We finally got around to doing our taxes tonight. They're signed, sealed, ready to be delivered. It was only slightly messy 'cause Husband lived in Kansas, worked in Kansas.....etc.
Moments ago the lovely of this day increased as I straddled my sweet husband's lap and covered him in kisses. I could taste Amber Cider on his mouth. I wore a white t-shirt, jeans and flip-flops today. I'd live in such attire if allowed to do so. Stupid job.. Wearing things I love improves my mood greatly.
I wrote about a lot of boring stuff. I like this blog a lot. I should visit it more often. Such a narcississtic (???sp??) haven for the letter "I" over and over and over. I hope you're wonderful. There's a bit of warm alcohol in my body and I'm going to go watch 'Sideways' with Husband.
bye.
seeyousoon.
