Why is it men are often discouraged from attending baby showers? I originally thought it might possibly have something to do with the fact there’s a lot discussed during those things that we just plain don’t wanna hear. Like, ever. Turns out, nope, not true. Well, maybe it’s partially true; I dunno. I’ve never been to one. But it’s not the *real* reason. See, we here who make up the often believed less inteligent male part of the equasion simply fear for our lives. And after a 7-month pregnant woman winds up arrested for murder either during or after presumedly her own baby shower, why wouldn’t we be? The more confused among us may disagree, but I rather like me breathing, thanks. So, you go on and have your baby shower, honey. Yeah, that’s right. And I’ll sit over here with a rum and coke and the hockey game. Now sit. Stay. Good mommy. Nice mommy.
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Them there hormones’ll get ya every time.
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And out and about I go.
Today, after pretty much getting caught up on admin stuff that needed catching up on, and dealing with a few more LJ children, I finally got a chance to head out and figure out exactly how much weight I’d be losing trying to get myself to and from my potential job site. It actually isn’t a whole lot different from the route I’d of taken were I still working for Dell. Except, of course, for the fact it’s on the complete and total opposite side of town, but still. It takes just as long to get from here to there by bus, and by the looks of it, the layout of the area I get off the bus is pretty similar. There are, of course, a few subtle differences in how the actual property is structured, but still, if I do wind up getting this job, shouldn’t take me a whole lot of effort to get used to that. It’s a bit of a longer walk to get from the apartment to my stop, but if I *really* wanted to play the lazy card, one of my usual stops does service a bus that stops at the new one anyway. So it doesn’t necessarily have to be any more complicated than that. Of course, that would probably require I wait upwards of half an hour for that bus, as opposed to just leaving a little earlier and waiting like 10 minutes for the one I actually have to catch, but I’ll cross that bridge when I get there. I think I’ll head out again on Thursday, just tomake sure I’ve got everything squared away mentally. Assuming they don’t call me between now and then with an offer of a position, but methinks that would be getting a little tiny bit ahead of me. If it turns out not to be something I’ll immediately use, I still know the city that much more than I did 24 hours ago. Still no loss on that front.
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Why my friends are fucking awesome.
Got this in an email a couple days ago, and damn near pissed myself. Again. I posted this on my old blog, but am too lazy to find it. So here, have it a second time, on this one.
The Man Rules
At last a guy has taken the time to write this all downFinally , the guys’ side of the story.
( I must admit, it’s pretty good.)
We always hear “the rules”
From the female side.Now here are the rules from the male side.
These are our rules!
Please note.. these are all numbnered “1 ”
ON PURPOSE!1. Men are NOT mind readers.
1. Learn to work the toilet seat. You’re a big girl. If it’s up, put it down. We need it up, you need it down. You don’t hear us complaining about you leaving it down.
1. Sunday sports It’s like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be.
1. Crying is blackmail.
1. Ask for what you want. Let us be clear on this one: Subtle hints do not work! Strong hints do not work! Obvious hints do not work! Just say it!
1. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.
1. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That’s what we do. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.
1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. In fact, all comments become Null and void after 7 Days.
1. If you think you’re fat, you probably are. Don’t ask us
1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one
1. You can either ask us to do something Or tell us how you want it done. Not both. If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.
1. Whenever possible, Please say whatever you have to say during commercials..
1. Christopher Columbus did NOT need directions and neither do we.
1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings. Peach, for example, is a fruit, not A color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.
1. If it itches, it will be scratched. We do that.
1. If we ask what is wrong and you say “nothing,” We will act like nothing’s wrong. We know you are lying , but it is just not worth the hassle.
1. If you ask a question you don’t want an answer to, Expect an answer you don’t want to hear.
1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine… Really.
1. Don’t ask us what we’re thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as baseball or golf.
1. You have enough clothes.
1. You have too many shoes.
1. I am in shape. Round IS a shape!
1. Thank you for reading this. Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight; But did you know men really don’t mind that? It’s like camping.
Jessica (samari76), you can probably guess without even trying which one of the above rules any particular woman should be paying attention to. I’ll give you a hint: we both know and love her. Sometimes.
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For those of you curious about my unwillingness to join LJ Idol.
Or, if you’d prefer, why it is I’ve developed an alergy to drama. Someone who used to be on this here friends page decided earlier this evening she’d like to relapse into her teenage years, and go on a wining spree over how she traumatized herself over writing an entry for LJ Idol, and how clearly the majority of the friends on her list are uncaring and have no loyalty to her whatsoever because she hardly received any votes for it over the weekend and is now on the verge of being eliminated. Now, firstly and foremost, if it’s going to be traumatizing/upsetting/distressing to you, why in the hell would you write it for, of all things, a silly internet competition on a blogging site that really only comes down to how large your friends list is and how many of them you can beg for votes? And secondly, why in the hell would you go on a ranting rampage over said friends list when they heaven forbid don’t actually vote for your entry? Well, she did so. And, when I posted this comment explaining my position on this year’s LJ Idol, I thought that would be the end of it.
Don’t feel bad. I haven’t been following idol this year, so no one’s got my vote. And since only two of Idol’s contestants right at the moment are on my flist, I figured it wasn’t entirely fair.
Now, I don’t know about anyone else, but I thought that was a fairly empartial response, not really slanted in any particular direction save to pretty much say I haven’t been voting in LJ Idol all year and didn’t plan to start now. Apparently, she decided she didn’t see it that way.
Sorry to say that doesn’t make me feel any better. What that says to me is that you don’t care about something that is important to me. Don’t care to read my entries or vote for them. So no, it doesn’t make me feel any better.
So now, this person who has never and probably won’t ever be voting/participating in LJ Idol is expected to vote for this girl’s entry because… why, exactly? It’s what caring people do? Well, if my refusal to join in something I don’t see the point in means I’m among the uncaring and cold hearted masses, well then I guess that’d be who I am. Of course, it’s probably slightly more likely she could use to get over herself like nobody’s business. And, shortly after reading her comment in response to me, I get the LJ email saying in conclusion of her bout of immaturity, she has gone on to remove me from her friends list. I probably should have a response to that, but apparently, I don’t care. dear drama chicky, please to be getting over yourself. Kthxbye.
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I… might… be employed.
As I sort of hinted at earlier this week, I wound up with an interview scheduled for this past Wednesday. Which, actually, was rather convenient since that was my planned return home date anyway. Mom had a doctor’s appointment that morning, though apparently on a whim she decided it’d be much more fun to skip that. I dunno, I’m smart enough not to try getting inside her head. We *planned* to be on the road about 8:00 or so. Instead, it ended up being closer to 9:30 or 10:00 before we even got as far as the gas station. After that, though, it was pretty well clear sailing to Ottawa. We swung past my apartment so I could pick up a couple things, then headed for the interview. Got there 5 minutes late, but largely because the directions we followed to get to said place had us going out past city limits, then coming back in. Google, you disappoint me. The interview itself lasted maybe half an hour. He basicly quizzed me on all manner of customer servicey type stuff, sort of “what would you do/how would you react if…” type situations. He asked me to bring references with me, which near the end of the interview he said he’d be contacting. Apparently, there’s 15 contract positions he’s trying to fill that are due to expire in mid march. From those 15, he says, 6 of them will more than likely move on to occupy permanent positions. I sort of semi-like my chances of getting on permanently with those numbers, not that I expect it to be something I’d stick with permanently. But, as I told a few people after getting out of that interview, it’s something to fill the gap between several months of unemployment and that job that actually happens to be in my field. If something comes up that makes me think maybe, even if it happens to be halfway through the contract position, I’m sure as hell still going for the interview. Absolute worst case at that point, my start date is effective the monday after the termination of my contract, permanent offer or no. And the beauty of working here, even if it turns out to be on a full time basis, is theytry to keep a 2 days on, 2 days off rotation. So I can still work my ass off, and schedule an interview for one of my free weekdays. So, while I’m still unemployed, there’s now a questionmark next to it. As opposed to the questionmark being beside length of unemployment. Which… well, there’s still one there, but oh well. Can’t have everything going my way all at once now.
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Writer’s Block: Dream Job
I’ve actually had several, but the one I think I’d of most liked to get into if I was able to would be to manage a sports team. Ideally, hockey or baseball, but just something to do with that aspect of life. Something to be said for actually having a say in the potential outcome of the game. Yes, I love watching both hockey *and* baseball. But I think I’d like to actually be behind the scenes, of sorts, for a pro team. I know there are several things I’d of done differently last season if I were managing my baseball team of choice. A couple players I’d of not bothered signing, a few players I’d of tried a touch harder to get. Oh, and I’d of ripped out 3/4 of their current starting rotation. Perhaps that’s why I’ve kind of been drawn to simulated baseball games like the previously mentioned Sim Dynasty…
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Because I can.
And because Katia (katia_chan) made me do it. Well, okay, she didn’t really. But I say she did, dammit!
1. You can ONLY answer Yes or No!
2. You are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone messages or comments you and asks!Copy and paste this, delete my answers, type in your answers and tag as many of your friends as you’d like to. Then see what happens.
Kissed anyone of your LJ/Facebook friends? Yes
Been arrested? No
Kissed someone you didn’t like? No
Slept in until 5 PM? Yes
Fallen asleep at work/school? Yes
Held a snake? Yes
Ran a red light? No
Been suspended from school? No
Totaled your car/motorbike in an accident? No
Been fired from a job? No
Sang karaoke? No
Done something you told yourself you wouldn’t? Yes
Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? Yes
Caught a snowflake on your tongue? Yes
Kissed in the rain? Yes
Sang in the shower? Yes
Sat on a rooftop? Yes
Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes? No
Broken a bone? No
Shaved your head? No
Blacked out from drinking? Yes
Played a prank on someone? Yes
Felt like killing someone? Yes
Made your girlfriend/boyfriend cry? No
Had Mexican jumping beans for pets? No
Been in a band? No
Shot a gun? Yes
Donated Blood? No.
Eaten alligator meat? No
Eaten cheesecake? Yes
Still love someone you shouldn’t? No
Think about the future? Yes
Believe in love? Yes
Sleep on a certain side of the bed? Yes
Talk in your sleep? No
Laughed until you peed your pants? No
Passed gas on an elevator with others? No
Spend too much time on LJ/facebook? Yes
Play a musical instrument? Yes
Lived outside of the country? No
Been skinny dipping? No
Gone sky diving? No
Dated someone longer than you should have? NoI will tactfully deflect the tagging requirements with this disclaimer: if you’re reading the entry, you’re tagged. Go fucking nuts. Or don’t.
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So this blind dood goes and gets an interview…
Hello,
I would like to set up an interview with you to further discuss employment with CAA.
I am holding Interviews on Wednesday February 11 and Thursday February 12.
Interviews will be between 09:00-1:00, Please let me know what time from works best
for you and I will confirm an exact time.I applied for this job a couple weeks ago. That email just came in less than an hour ago. I am made of win. Yes, it’s temporary. Yes, it’s a little out of my field. But, it’s a paycheck. And I’ve been thinking about temping anyway.
The position is an inbound call centre, taking emergency road service calls. It is a
contract until March 15, 2009, with a possibility of being hired on as a permanent
staff member.
This is a full time position working 12 hour shifts, schedule is a two week
rotation, first week you work Monday, Tuesday, Friday, Saturday. Second week is
Sunday, Wednesday and Thursday.
Shifts range from 6am-6pm to noon to midnight.Worst case, it extends my employment insurance another couple weeks. Best case, One of the other positions I applied for still needs filling and they ring me up. So so case, I get hired on permanently. Either way, I come out a tiny bit farther ahead now than I was 24 hours ago. Of course, it’s just as likely one of us (either me or the guy doing the interview) decides I just wouldn’t work with this outfit. At which point, I cash out my income tax refund and plot my next trip across the border. I still win. In short? You just can’t ruin my mood today. Suck it up, buttercup.
ETA: When I posted this entry earlier, apparently, I failed at HTML. Damn me.
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I blame Shon (thecrazykiwi)…
… For this. I could probably spend a couple hours poking around there way easily. Also useful for determining exactly how much craptastical wining certain individuals decide they want to throw at their websites. Oh, and for the record, to further solidify my drama free status, this here piece-o-LJ scored an impressive 0.43 by their measurements. And it’s only getting better.
PS: Disagree with me? Get over it. Want an actual update? So do I. It’ll happen when I have something substancial. Until then, see previous answer.
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Twitterings of the me.
- 08:12 Methinks I neglect this here twitter too much. #
- 08:25 Low maintenance dogs are awesome. Throw a ball for ’em once or twice and they spend the next 10 minutes tripping over each other for it. #
- 08:47 Hey, HRDC? Help desk does not equal admin assistant, kay? Kay. #
- 12:18 Managing an untrained dust mop, a disobedient mut, and a telephone at the same time. And nothing got killed. I rule. #
- 12:18 PS: Person calling from the bank? I already told you mom wasn’t home. Stop calling. No love, me. #
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