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  • uuuuuggggg, motherling made me siiiiiick.

    written by

    james

    Energy is at a premium right now, so this will be a short one. The interview went relatively well. They’d already filled one of the positions they were hiring for (figures it’d be the one that pays more), but I was able to stick my name on the list for the second. Yes, it’s downtown and pays a little less, and yes it’s for the *other* evil empire, but… eh. It’s a paycheck that doesn’t come from the government. *And* it’s a permanent position (not bad for a temp agency). Which means said paycheck doesn’t necessarily have a time limit. I’d of just liked to get my foot in the door with the other one at the same time. Ah well, can’t have everything. But I can sure whine about not having everything.

    My trip to Pembroke didn’t leave me completely emptyhanded, though. I came back with some kind of congesty coughy hacky thing. Mom and I both ended up with it, though we haven’t a clue where from (I blame her just on basic principle). I’m hoping I’m over it in the next couple days, though. I’d hate for a possible interview next week to be slightly made a tad more irritating than it needs to be by this damn thing. It’s kicking mom’s ass pretty good though. After dropping me off here post-interview, she headed it up back home. Where she promptly passed out on the coutch. She called me at a bit after 5 or so… or maybe it was 6… eh, one of those, anyway. And, I imagine, she probably went back to sleep not long after that. Which is what certain individuals say I should do, but… eh. I’m home now. Back to the keeping of odd hours. Plus, I’m kind of expecting groceries to come knocking. Even if they are about half an hour past when they were supposed to be here. So instead, I shall go attempt to find my lung. I think I left it in the bedroom…

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  • What’s Your Life’s Mission?

    written by

    james

    Because I haven’t done one of these in forever. And because I’m bored.

    You Are the Communicator
    You are a collector and facilitator of knowledge. You love storytelling and teaching.
    You light up when you’re around other people, and you especially light up in front of a crowd.

    You are a charismatic person who’s genuinely a joy to be with. You remind others to have fun.
    You love life, and you’re wake up grateful for every new day. This attitude makes the people around you love life as well.

    Clearly, this is a broken quiz.

  • Either I am good, or I am still unemployed.

    written by

    james

    I should know within the week…ish, if all goes according to plan. I applied for a position advertised by Adecco, another local temp agency in these here parts, at about the end of last week. I’ve been in almost constant contact with them since Monday about that and one other position they think, based on my resume, I just might qualify for. And, after a lot of back and forth over the phoneand through email, I now officially have yet another interview with yet another temp agency tomorrow morning. Both jobs I’m up for consideration for will be covered in the interview, seeing as they’re both fairly identical with the exception that one’s doing IT support for employees of a company, whereas the other’s putting me back in a position more similar to my days working for Dell. They both pay roughly the same base rate as well, so it ends up working out in the long run regardless which job I end up landing. The only real difference other than the end user to be supported? One’s close to where the old office was, the other’s downtown. So it looks like there will be a definite return to Ottawa tomorrow, now for two reasons. My return home, and my possible (as in, good lord I hope so) return to employment. Yes, it does mean I had to sort of postpone the seeing of the girlfriend if I land either job, but we both agree it’s more than worth it in the long run. Just means I might be working rather than sleeping on easter Sunday. I’ll get over it. As long as it means I’ll be working.

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  • Twitterings of the me.

    written by

    james

    • 16:52 A twitter post. Because I’m bored, and all I can think to say is dear lord. Which, without context is sort of… irrelevant/random. Oh well. #
    • 17:12 Apparently we’re going for barbecue at aunt Holly’s. Joy of joys. Because I like getting around cats to eat my supper. #

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  • *yawn, flop, snore*

    written by

    james

    I’ve been up since 8-ish thanks to two very hyper dogs and haven’t really done squat. Had them outside for a good half hour to 45 minutes, before they got distracted by the neighbour’s dog and had to be reigned in. Or rather, dust mop had to be reigned in. Missy had to be retrieved from their yard. The next hour and a bit was spent either playing with them or watching them play with each other and making sure they didn’t take the place apart in the process. They finally went to sleep about an hour ago… that gives me time to check email, look for jobs (not a damn one, but had to check), and try to wake up. Which I have utterly failed at, so I now go back to bed for a couple hours. If anything with more than 2 legs wakes me up before I’m no longer a zombie, I expect it to go flying.

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  • Outings and lazyness abound.

    written by

    james

    After an earlier than expected wake-up call by a couple of extremely hyper dogs (7:00 AM is not the time to be climbing on the unemployed, just FYI), mom and I had to do a bit of running around. We took one of said dogs, he who shall continue to be known as dust mop, into the vet this morning for his yearly checkup and whatnot. Turns out nothing was wrong with him that we didn’t already know about. We had to do a bit more rambling after that, which involved a stop at a little cafe I didn’t know was in the area for coffee. Then we headed it up back home to put our feet up for a bit; mom was starting to get a little on the tired side and she still has to work today. The staying home didn’t last all that long, as aunt Holly called wanting to know if we wanted to do coffee. Instead, we decided we’d do lunch instead. That killed about an hour and a half, then aunt Holly had to run off to work and mom had to get ready to do the same. Now, I’m kinda kickin it around the place watching a TNG episode and seeing what kinds of trouble I can cause online. Nothing’s jumping out at me yet, but the night’s still young. Methinks the rest of the evening’s gonna be spent being several different kinds of lazy. It may or may not involve random conversations with certain people; it depends on how late and how wasted some of those certain people wind up getting. For right now, though? I’ve been trying to write this entry since 2:00 and it’s only now being finished. So I am going to go rade the fridge for caffinated things and call it an evening. Like the man said, I’ll be back.

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  • Things I notice when I’m not quite paying attention.

    written by

    james

    So I caught wind of a hockey game being on tonight, and seeing as I’m not home, I figured… hey, they usually get more of the channels the game’s broadcast on. So I flipped around to the usual channels, and… nothing. Complete, dead, silence. Of course, there might have been a message on the screen, I haven’t a clue. But since mom had already gone to bed, I figured there wasn’t much worth pondering over. So now, apparently, they don’t get several of the Toronto-based channels here anymore, either. Who knew? So much for escaping to the drama capital of my family to watch hockey.

    On a slightly more positive note, if hugely unrelated, CSI tonight actually used “epic fail”. In proper context, even. The geek in me is happy. Wonder how many people would be bothered looking that up after watching. That just makes me wanna add that episode to the download list. Dammit, I’m not home. Sometimes, being 1.5 hours away minus weather sucks. Screw it, I go sleep now.

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  • I just keep coming back.

    written by

    james

    It’s been a pretty close to uneventful week this week, both on a personal front and, as per usual, on an employment front. Still looking, still applying, still not getting people calling. So I pretty well decided today is the day of escape. I’m spending the weekend (well, plus tonight) at the parents’ place, and will probably wind up going back to Ottawa somewhere in the neighbourhood of Monday-ish. Mom and aunt Holly dropped by this morning, at about 11:00 or so. Almost exactly when I expected to see them. What I didn’t know they planned on doing, however, was coming back to Pembroke via the casino. I had absolutely no money for casinoing, and really wasn’t in a casino mood today to begin with. Probably because of the afore mentioned lack of money. But, apparently, they had their hearts set on going. So mom gave me $10 and it was donated in an hour. Of course, then aunt Holly was all in a panic because she might not make it back to Pembroke in time for her to go to work. Dear family: I love ya, but you fail epically at this whole planning and organization thing.

    We ended up making it though, even if she was 15 minutes late for work and pretty well had to be dropped off there. Which probably didn’t sit all that well with her either, but she’ll get over it. Mom and I came back here, where I was promptly damn near run over by dogs. I pesterred them for a bit while she went to pick something up for supper. Queen dramatus persona decided to drop by for a bit while we were eating, and sort of stuck to us until aunt Holly was off work. Then she went to pick her up, dropped her back here, and promptly fucked off back home. We all sat around talking for a bit, then drove her back home so she could do what she needed to before bed, seeing as she’d been up and on the road since 7:30–see, Jessica (samari76), I knew even if they left at 7:00 or so like they planned they wouldn’t get to my place before noonish. And now I’m sitting here, hoping this computer doesn’t go sideways while I go through email and bother folks on LJ.

    I did have an interesting time though with getting to know Gina (nightdrake) beyond the realm of LJ, being that she’s staying at jessica’s place at least until Sunday or so. I had a few conversations both over IM and over the phone with her, which kind of alternated from amusing to downright hillarious. They both seem quite comfortable together, minus the fact methinks 13-hour days are starting to catch up with one of them. I did suggest a long weekend should be taken at some point so that the favour can be returned, and she at least seemed to consider it, so we’ll see what happens in that regard.

    As for now, though, I should probably go attempt to rejoin the land of the halfway living. I may or may not be back at the computer later, and MSN, at least, will probably be up if I am. Right now it’s still signed in from home if it’s signed in at all, so folks IMing me there just aren’t gonna get an answer. Sorry. Anyone looking to get a hold of me on AIM or Yahoo, stick to MSN. This computer may catch fire if I install those two. I shall return, at some point. And anyone I am owing comments to will receive their comments. Maybe.

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  • Well, it’s not a job, but they’re paying me.

    written by

    james

    And it’s accessibility related, so naturally, I was all over this. They’re gonna pay me $65 or so if I qualify to take this study, for the sole purpose of seeing how accessible my cell phone is. And apparently, if you choose to use your own cell phone for the process, they’ll throw extra money at you to cover it. I won’t say no to $80 for showing up and texting.

    ——————————–PARTICIPANTS NEEDED FOR a study of Cellphone Based Payment Systems

    Researchers at the Neil Squire Society in cooperation with the Canadian Institute for the Blind are conducting a study to better understand how making retail product purchases using cellular phones can impact members of the Blind Community.

    The ultimate goal of this project is to identify potential barriers that would make it difficult for people who are blind to complete mobile retail transactions and to make industry aware of these issues.

    We are currently recruiting individuals who are blind, who currently use a cellular phone, and who know how to send and receive a Text Message and use a Web Browser on a cellular phone.

    Eligible participants will be asked to participate in one 2 hour test session which involves using 4 types of payment services. You will receive a $65 honorarium for your time.

    If you live in Ottawa, Ont, Regina, Sk or Vancouver, BC we would like to hear from you.

    To learn more about this research and your eligibility, please contact:

    OTTAWA: Ms. Joanne Ahern
    Research Assistant, Neil Squire Society
    Telephone: (613) 723-3575
    EMAIL: joannea@neilsquire.ca

    REGINA: Diann Coates
    Regional Manager, Neil Squire Society
    PH: (306) 781-6023
    EMAIL: diannc@neilsquire.ca

    VANCOUVER: Harry Lew
    Manager of R&D
    PH: (604) 412-7599
    EMAIL: harryl@neilsquire.ca

    Principal Investigator

    Dr. Gary Birch, PhD, P.Eng.
    Neil Squire Society
    Executive Director and Director of Research & Development

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  • Tax time: the era of secrets and surprises.

    written by

    james

    And I see no reason for this year to be different. Jessica (samari76) asked me what I was doing last night, because while I was talking to her and Gina (nightdrake), I was also busy plugging away at the computer. At first, I thought about just being out and out honest with her. But, well, that just wouldn’t be any fun. So I told her I was reading up on a baseball game I’d recently taken an interest in playing; I said I’d found a strategy guide to give me a hand so far as getting myself into the game a little more involved like. Bold face lie, but for a very good reason. The ugly truth of it, which she’ll be made aware of fairly soon, is I was finishing up with this year’s taxes–the taxes that, also in keeping with my dishonest streak, I told her I was still waiting on a handful of paperwork to complete. Now, at least one of you is probably curious why it is I wouldn’t just come right out and tell the truth. I mean, she’s my girlfriend, after all, and if I can’t be honest with her, we have a problem. Except we don’t, really. I’ve already completed the paperwork, and am expecting roughly $1600 back as a result. All of that money is going towards haulling my broke ass out of debt. And, as a subsequent side-effect of such financial decisions, I will then have room remaining money-wise to go about the business of purchasing a Rochester bound bus ticket. Neither Jessica nor Gina are aware I’m plotting such wicked evil cruelness. Which, also, is my explanation for this, my only *ever* filtered entry on this here LJ. And it won’t be permanently filtered. As of right now, only Jessica (samari76) and Gina (nightdrake) don’t know this entry exists. Jessica, because well, it’s to do with a surprise she more than deserves, and Gina, because at the moment, she’s staying with her for the week, which unfortunately makes her filtered by association. When things get all official like, this will officially join the massive collection of publicly searchable entries on this here LJ. But until then… shhh. You know nothing, you saw nothing, I’m planning nothing. For now.

    ETA: Well, that didn’t last long. Note to self: you need a new strategy. Like, now. On the bright side, no further need for that filter.

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