Faster, Faster, Don't Stop Now

Dreams

Had a really horrible dream last night that included some The Bachelor style show, wherein I was the one being wooed by all sorts of NASCAR driver singles (who weren't really single, noting who it was in the light of day). Final two? Casey Mears and Kyle Petty. Casey won. Kyle stormed off because he lost. (Also, he'd gotten a Magnificent Bastard style makeover, including haircut and straightener.)

Then it morphed into some...thing at my old church fellowship hall where the Wildlife Rehabilitation Center was now housed. There was some event going on in the meeting area (a wedding?) and I noticed that it was storming outside to the point that flooding was occurring. Bad flooding. We're gonna die if we don't leave kind of flooding. The party folks didn't want to hear of it (several NASCAR types were there) and ignored my warnings. And because the director of the WRC was at the party and couldn't leave, we couldn't evacuate the animals.

And then, it morphed to where a group of NASCAR types were out IN the flooding and there was some sort of skirmish and Kyle Petty died. And I woke up crying because Richard Petty let Kyle Petty die. And it made me mad. (Dale Earnhardt was also somehow involved, and may have died himself all over again, but quite frankly, even dream me could care less about Senior. LOL)

Job Front

Didn't get the most recent job I interviewed for. Why is it that I can get interviews for jobs where I'm a long-shot, but things I'd be a shoe-in for, I can't even get in the door?

So You Think You Can Dance

I'm still disappointed they cut Ryan a couple weeks ago, considering Legacy (who is pretty in an Antonio Sabato Jr. in his heyday kind of way, but whose ability to adapt to other styles is suspect at best). But last night's top 20 show made me happy.

( The Top 20 )

1. My natural hair texture wants to do 1970's news anchor type hairstyles.

2. Lemonade and vodka, heavy on the vodka.

3. A chicken sandwich with dill mayo is yummy.

4. Finished Harry Potter book six last night. I hate you all. I'm obsessed.

5. Dreams involving Harry Potter AND NASCAR are just wrong. And I'm the one that had it.

6. Planning on spending the Nationwide race painting. Finally found some inspiration. In pop art.

7. Ducklings at the WRC today. I really, really want a duck. Especially the one that had two broken legs in casts and still managed to hop around.

8. Why is the guy announcing trackside at Atlanta channeling Hulk Hogan?

9. Quitting caffeine. No lie.

10. Two weeks of unemployment left. Joy.

So, an update on where things are with me, as it's been almost a week since I last updated.

Temp Working

It's a very good job, in that I have tons to do all day. Also, no answering phones! I get to listen to my iRiver if I want to. Vincent is pleased to have been brought out of the closet. Plus, I'm working in the same room as eliz, and this place has a cafeteria (where I ate healthy all week).

The downside is that it's an hour from where I'm living. I'm up at six, leaving by seven. I don't get home until after six in the evening. Then there's dinner with Gran, so I'm not downstairs until 7, at which time I dive in and job hunt. At 7:30 I take a break to take a shower, then back to job hunting and watching TV at the same time. It's not a very relaxing routine.

Job Hunting

I haven't heard back from anybody that I've sent applications to. I'm trying to keep my hopes up, because I'm applying for jobs where budget is key. So I should give it until July 15 before I really worry. Plus there's the fact that, when I get called for one job, I tend to get several calls from several people about several jobs in the same period of time. So when one hits, several will hit. I'm sure of it.

Rehab Stuff

We moved the turkey vulture outside last weekend. Cranky butt is doing great. And I got to watch surgery on a timber rattlesnake. That was pretty awesome. (They were inserting a transponder so they could track it when it was released.)

Also, a turtle I rescued amazingly lived. It had been hit by a car and was bleeding profusely. bubblesbrnaid saw it. You would have sworn the thing was going to die. But it lived, so I get to release it today.

NASCAR

I love the double file restart. Sonoma was freaking awesome. (Okay, with the little sidebar of "why, when Junior's finally getting a top ten at this track, does someone take him out". LOL His luck sucks this year. As well as his ability to find his pit box.)

I hope the weather is beautiful today, so the race goes off without a hitch and queenofalostart has a blast.

So, the totally cracktastic story that the supposed front runner to get Danica Patrick is Hendrick? And that the person getting the boot (so to speak) is Junior? I laughed so hard. Okay, so it's not exactly just that. It's that JR Motorsports would be in Cup as a satellite Hendrick team as Junior and Keselowski and Danica would be the fourth Hendrick driver. Still. I don't care what the news says. That's almost laughable in its absurdity. At this point they're just now figuring out that Junior's set ups suck because the info being used from Jeff, Jimmie and Mark doesn't work for him. And that Tony and Ryan's setups may be better. But that's still something that is being explored. So you take the most popular driver in the sport who isn't running well and stick him on his own team? Wasn't this the reason he *left* DEI? Because his cars started sucking and weren't competitive and there wasn't much being done to stay competitive?

Also, dudes, Junior all chunky with the beard is totally Grissom. CSI: NASCAR for the win! They investigate exploding tires and crap like that. I'm actually starting to find him attractive. Yes, I'm strange like that, that a vague resemblance to Grissom makes him hot.

And of the random

Weird and creepy guy at rehab asked me out. I saw it coming. He's weird and creepy and I'm not the only one that thinks so, but I was the one who trained him and I feel bad that I find him weird and creepy. So I overcompensate by making sure he gets to do things and doesn't miss out just because he's quieter. Which results in him being overly weird and creepy with me because I pay him attention.

There were histrionics last night when I killed a spider. I was very calm about the matter until I didn't kill it completely on the first blow and it jumped at me. Then there may have been screaming.

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.

Hair News: I chopped off eight inches last week. Got a blunt cut with some fringey stuff around the front so that it's not just all one length. So far I've experimented and found a few things:

1. Drying it the normal way with minimal round brush give me okay hair. Very triangle in nature (poofy at the bottom, flatter on the top), but it's okay.

2. Flat ironing gives me decent hair, but it kills the fringey stuff.

3. Curling it is a definite no no. Gah!

Tomorrow I'll be going with simple, since I can't experiment on an interview day. My next experiment will involve velcro rollers and root booster. And maybe a wee bit o' teasing.

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Unemployment: Had to refile today, since I never got a phone call and all my information hadn't taken in the system. Of course, I refiled about 1:30. At 3:30 they call me. *sigh* And of course when they realized I'd already refiled, they had to end the call and said they'd review the information tomorrow. For god's sake. But I'm supposed to certify tomorrow; they'll only call me if they have questions. Let's take a bet that they'll want to call while I'm in the interview.

Federal tax return is in my checking account! Woohoo!

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There's a job fair in Asheboro some time this week and a job fair in Greensboro next week that I'll be going to. Also need to drag my aunt to them. On the plus side, we can go together!

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Worked out today and finally found the bench that allows me to do sit-ups without anyone holding my feet. Which means tomorrow morning I'll be rolling out of bed instead of sitting up. LOL

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Having lunch with former coworkers on Friday. I think I'll finally be done with all the farewell lunches at that point. (The good thing is, I need to get my sister to notarize something this week, so that gives me a double reason to go to Greensboro.)

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Why is it that places say they'll call you either way about a job and then don't? The hell? You know, I'd prefer they just email or something, just so they don't get wigged out by turning someone down. I'm overqualified for a job. I know. I don't necessarily want it. I know that too. If we're not a match, we're not a match. Just let me know if you say you're going to let me know.