You didn’t actually go to your HS prom did you?

Correction: There will be booze being served. Legally.

After being unemployed for nearly 8 months, I received two calls at the same exact time this week about interviews for positions. Both are in health care, both offices are not too far away (a godsend in Atlanta traffic), and both are well suited matches. I have had my initial interviews so far and got the call today for a follow up interview on one of the positions. I am trying so hard to not get my hopes up, and if neither of these pan out, I’ll be crushed, but it’s the most progress I’ve had in forever.

A friend of mine is meeting an overfriendly guy tomorrow to have the “We’re just friends, I’m not interested in you” talk. She asked me what I do in that situation, and I said if I think a woman is attracted to me and I’m not at all interested, I just ignore her. She replied, “You’re such an asshole.”

Guys have to give those types of talks to women? I’m in the ‘ignore her’ boat… she’s a woman, she’ll find someone else.

How long have you worked for Gonzaga?

;-)

I thought this was going to happen a while ago, but finally my prayers have been answered and my walking papers are coming through. Hallelujah, I don’t have to quit because they’re paying me to leave. It’s kind of a weird feeling to be happy about a layoff, but equally weird that all my coworkers seem downright jealous. Good bye company and hopefully goodbye Florida.

Been there, done that. I remember afterwards, after a week-long binge of nights out and sex and the like, my SO asking me, “Why does it feel like we’re celebrating?” I responded, “Because we ARE!”

Worst job ever.

Yeah, I’m not trying to hide it. Obviously if I’m going to the prom this is all going to be very public, which is part of what is stressing me out.

On the plus side, I just found out that I won’t have to be paying for any drinks. That’ll help.

Spoken like someone who’s never been on a real trainwreck date. Trust me, there are dates that are NOT enhanced by free booze.

For the third time, my bound thesis has been returned to me for ‘mistakes.’ Mistakes that were in there the first two fucking times they told me to fix one thing and pay to get it redone, but ones that they apparently overlooked until now. And we’re talking tiny, tiny things. Never mind that there are tons and tons of other books in the library that got approved with hideously glaring mistakes in them. But no, no. I get to pay another hundred bucks yet again to get this fucking thing printed.

Sounds like more trouble than it’s worth.

Climbed to the top of Mount Kinabalu with a summit height of 4,095 metres. Then immediately fell sick and slept for nearly 36 hours.

This is odd. I don’t remember my dissertation being poured over very closely at all. Basically, I had to turn in a couple of copies to the school, and I ended up making some copies for faculty and family as well. But the school never asked for corrections. AFAIK, they didn’t even open it. They just put it in the library, where I assume it still lies to this day. I haven’t gone and checked for it, though.

Jesus H. Buttfuck Christ.

First my father-in-law gets stage 4 cancer…you won’t believe this: Yesterday HIS mother-in-law (my grandmother-in-law, I guess) went into the ER with lungs full of fluid.

My wife’s mom (76 years old) is flittering from one wing of the hospital to the other, trying to care for her husband and her mom.

My wife is a wreck. I’m a wreck. This is hell on fucking steel wheels.

Did all the warranties expire at once or something? Damn.

Holy shit, Acid. Maybe God hates cyborgs?

Apparently this went great until they were both leaving and he dropped this one, “If you weren’t with [guy x], would you go out with me?”

I laughed at her.

i seem to have a facebook stalker… i think she’s eyeing me as her fourth husband

sweeeeeeeet

Do I sense a torrid affair brewing?