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Life sucks.
Today does, anyway. I'm bored, last week was all hectic with job stuff, this week there's nothing. Well, was nothing until I got a call from a staffing place about a resume I sent them yesterday. I haven't gotten calls for three months now from a single staffing agency on anything, and now they call me.
I don't want to be an administrative assistant anymore. I can't do it. Yes, I'll send in resumes and aim for things, but I want to be in something different. The leasing position I may be in line for sounds way more appealing than a being the low man on the totem pole again. I did it for ten years. Ten fucking years. I can't go backwards and sit in one of those jobs for longer.
The crappy thing is, I've resigned myself to taking a job that I'd ultimately quit when something better came along. I just don't want to get one that would require a ton of time and keep me from interviewing for the law enforcement stuff. I'm debating what the good is in being honest with this staffing person tomorrow. Just tell them that what I'm looking for in specific is something part time for right now, see if they have anything that fits that bill.
I don't know. Life sucks and it's crappy and I'm bored and really, I need to just go take care of animals or work on a project at the rehab center and be productive that way. It'll make me feel better.
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Then there's my mom, whose work is sucking and I feel like she needs to be clued in on how sucky people can be, but she wants to handle things on her own. I'm tempted to tell my sister (since they work together) what's up, but dad keeps telling me not to. Partially because mom wants to take care of it herself, partially because those girls who are after mom may be after her because they don't like my sister. (Mom thinks those girls need to put on their big girl panties and grow up. I agree. But they've stooped to lying to try and get my mom fired. At this point, I say to hell with them, let Katie take them apart. My sister isn't a bitch for nothing.)
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And yesterday I went to Wal-Mart and spent twenty bucks on freaking underwear (I hate how it all wears out at once), 13 pairs, and got home to discover that apparently I got my size wrong, or the style wrong, or they lied. Because these aren't low-rise. They're granny panties.
God, granny panties suck.
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I can't stop itching. The bug bites aren't itching, but a front is moving through and I'm a mass of hives. Told ya life sucks.
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Apparently NASCAR is in the midst of the Great Crew Chief Swap. Jeez. The 07 and 29 teams are switching everybody but the spotters (and drivers). No lie. Gustafson and Eury Jr. may be swapping, but the 5 winning put that on hold for awhile, which means it could come down to Eury being out of a job. We all know how much Junior would get pissed over that. They may not be gelling at hte moment, but they're family and look out for one another. Eury would get snapped up fast by someone, but in the meantime the 88 team would be a mess because Junior would be mad. And then Bobby Labonte's got a new crew chief.
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I seem to be on a meat kick of late, which is annoying me, because I want vegetables. Lots of them. But I'm at a loss as to what I want. I need some veggie dish that's good, but I can't think of anything or find a recipe that appeals.
I may be on meat overload, which is leading to the cranky.
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I have spring fever. It's probably a good thing to keep me away from men right now. Especially physicists or mechanics.
Yes, I am in the "let me jump his ass and do wicked things to him" frame of mind.
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For some reason I smell kitty litter. I don't have a cat. This is annoying. It may be my dinner combination of a bull blaster and quiche lorraine. And bacon. On the side. Even though there's bacon in quiche lorraine. (There's also so much heavy cream that I almost want to vomit every time I eat a slice. Apparently I'm not a heavy cream person.)
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Read a book today. It wasn't that good. I actually found myself having trouble keeping up with the plot. There was some crazy convolution going on where I'm sure the author was leaving out details integral to the plot, while describing others in way too much detail.
Today does, anyway. I'm bored, last week was all hectic with job stuff, this week there's nothing. Well, was nothing until I got a call from a staffing place about a resume I sent them yesterday. I haven't gotten calls for three months now from a single staffing agency on anything, and now they call me.
I don't want to be an administrative assistant anymore. I can't do it. Yes, I'll send in resumes and aim for things, but I want to be in something different. The leasing position I may be in line for sounds way more appealing than a being the low man on the totem pole again. I did it for ten years. Ten fucking years. I can't go backwards and sit in one of those jobs for longer.
The crappy thing is, I've resigned myself to taking a job that I'd ultimately quit when something better came along. I just don't want to get one that would require a ton of time and keep me from interviewing for the law enforcement stuff. I'm debating what the good is in being honest with this staffing person tomorrow. Just tell them that what I'm looking for in specific is something part time for right now, see if they have anything that fits that bill.
I don't know. Life sucks and it's crappy and I'm bored and really, I need to just go take care of animals or work on a project at the rehab center and be productive that way. It'll make me feel better.
***
Then there's my mom, whose work is sucking and I feel like she needs to be clued in on how sucky people can be, but she wants to handle things on her own. I'm tempted to tell my sister (since they work together) what's up, but dad keeps telling me not to. Partially because mom wants to take care of it herself, partially because those girls who are after mom may be after her because they don't like my sister. (Mom thinks those girls need to put on their big girl panties and grow up. I agree. But they've stooped to lying to try and get my mom fired. At this point, I say to hell with them, let Katie take them apart. My sister isn't a bitch for nothing.)
***
And yesterday I went to Wal-Mart and spent twenty bucks on freaking underwear (I hate how it all wears out at once), 13 pairs, and got home to discover that apparently I got my size wrong, or the style wrong, or they lied. Because these aren't low-rise. They're granny panties.
God, granny panties suck.
***
I can't stop itching. The bug bites aren't itching, but a front is moving through and I'm a mass of hives. Told ya life sucks.
***
Apparently NASCAR is in the midst of the Great Crew Chief Swap. Jeez. The 07 and 29 teams are switching everybody but the spotters (and drivers). No lie. Gustafson and Eury Jr. may be swapping, but the 5 winning put that on hold for awhile, which means it could come down to Eury being out of a job. We all know how much Junior would get pissed over that. They may not be gelling at hte moment, but they're family and look out for one another. Eury would get snapped up fast by someone, but in the meantime the 88 team would be a mess because Junior would be mad. And then Bobby Labonte's got a new crew chief.
***
I seem to be on a meat kick of late, which is annoying me, because I want vegetables. Lots of them. But I'm at a loss as to what I want. I need some veggie dish that's good, but I can't think of anything or find a recipe that appeals.
I may be on meat overload, which is leading to the cranky.
***
I have spring fever. It's probably a good thing to keep me away from men right now. Especially physicists or mechanics.
Yes, I am in the "let me jump his ass and do wicked things to him" frame of mind.
***
For some reason I smell kitty litter. I don't have a cat. This is annoying. It may be my dinner combination of a bull blaster and quiche lorraine. And bacon. On the side. Even though there's bacon in quiche lorraine. (There's also so much heavy cream that I almost want to vomit every time I eat a slice. Apparently I'm not a heavy cream person.)
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Read a book today. It wasn't that good. I actually found myself having trouble keeping up with the plot. There was some crazy convolution going on where I'm sure the author was leaving out details integral to the plot, while describing others in way too much detail.