Jessica’s (samari76) still stuck at the US/Canada border. And for a change, it’s not because she didn’t clear customs. Her goddamn bus won’t start. Fortunately, that’s all it is. Unfortunately? That’s a really, really big problem.
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Because lazy I don’t give 2 fucks mode is in full effect.
I haven’t done squat today, except make a rather pathetic attempt at getting dressed. Mom and dad are out at the grocery store and doing some other crap they have to get done this morning. I’m… well, not. I decided to stay home and mind 2 dogs and a dust mop, because that takes less energy. Lazy in the extreme? Probably. Do I care? No not really. Jessica (samari76) will be boarding the bus at 12:40 tonight, and should be here by about quarter past noon, give or take, tomorrow. Long ass trip, but I do believe it’s gonna be worth it. It is for me, anyway. Hmm. I had more to say here. I don’t now. Go figure.
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Twitterings of the me.
- 11:20 @pawpower Wanna declutter my place while you’re at it? #
- 14:03 @chellenator I hope it’s Las Vegas of which you speak. That show needs some serious saving. #
- 14:06 @chellenator liking you a little more now. #
- 14:08 @chellenator I do. Now I just like you more. #
- 14:11 Being ultra lazy today. I’m entitled, dammit. #
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Reason why I am win, number 9542691.
We packed up and headed in to Ottawa on Monday as planned, for the interview. It lasted a whole… 20, maybe 25 minutes. They basicly had me tell them exactly what I did for my time with Dell, how much I made, and how much I’d be willing to work for. Then they told me escentially what it was they were about, and said I should be getting an email from them shortly with more info. So, as of about 3:00 on Monday, I’m now registered with Excel HR. They’ll apparently be calling me at some point when they find a job I qualify for in the pay range I gave them, or thereabouts. Which means I just may find myself employed relatively soon. I did get that email, but it comes with a PDF attachment and well, my mother’s computer is not playing nice with Adobe and I so don’t feellike troubleshooting it just so I can read the thing. Because I’m all lazy like wo.
We went to the casino afterwards, rather unplanned, but that’s kind of what happens when neither me nor the mother were behind the wheel; I knew it’d happen when she told me my aunt and uncle were coming along. So, because we were gonna be there a while whether I liked it or not, I spent money I really didn’t want to, as did she. We ended up getting home at 2:00 this morning (well, okay, yesterday morning). And I promptly checked email, then passed right the hell out. Yesterday involved a whole freaking lot of doinb absolutely nothing. Mom did some baking, which is as always damn good, and that’s… basicly about it. Tomorrow, mom has to go pick up the father unit since when she went with him for the 2 weeks, they both just piled into his car so as of right now, he has no wheels to get home. So tomorrow, I get to play house sitter again for the day.
Our plan after that, well, is anyone’s guess. All I know though, really, is on Thursday, the new CSI comes out. And on Friday, my dad has a doctor’s appointment, and we collect Jessica (samari76) from the bus station. I may shwing by my apartment while he’s at the doctor’s, just so I can mess around with the new hard drive I bought last week. And for the rest of the weekend, I’ll have plenty to be thankful for. As for now, I go finish sorting through emails and then, possibly, steal more of mom’s baked goods before falling into bed.
PS: Any of the more technically inclined folks out there know of a decent PDF to RTF converter? I’m not fighting with Adobe on this antique of a machine, and I won’t get back to mine until at least Friday, so converting it’s faster if I can find one. Halp plz?
ETA: Found one. It doesn’t do a damn thing. Thanks for the offer, Caroline (kittytech)!
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Twitterings of the me.
- 11:43 @seekatrun You download the install file somehow. Or you just kiss it goodbye. #
- 11:45 Awake, showered, and contemplating food. Go time in about an hour. #
- 12:23 No trip to ottawa is complete without a stop at Tim Hortons. #
- 22:37 Interview went well. The spontanious casino trip that came after? Not so much. #
- 01:54 Back in Pembroke. Blew $80. I may kick myself for that tomorrow. #
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Twitterings of the me.
- 02:29 I has temporary interview! Specifics when LJ comes back to life. #
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And I didn’t have to do anything.
Hi James;
Thank you for forwarding your resume. Can we meet next Monday at 8:30am, or 3:30pm?Uh, can we say hell yes? So, where I only thought I was going back to Ottawa, I now officially *am* going back to Ottawa. Probably Monday. And probably until Friday-ish. Or something. Yay for potential progress!
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I should so unsubscribe from techsupport.
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Alright, you lose.
Welp, it’s happened. I’ve officially called it quits in waiting for Protus to get back to me about whether or not I’ll actually be working there any time between now and the next decade. I’ve been playing phone tag with this one HR dood since July, and have pretty much gotten just about nowhere. So, it’s off to search for things I can actually use. Like, say, a job not too unlike this one, which I’ve just submitted an application for. I don’t expect I’ll hear from these people, but at least I’m still looking, and in more places. I’ll probably also go about the business of taking Trish up on her offer to refer me to her temp agency. Here it is coming into October, and I can count the total of potential job leads I’ve had on one hand. That just ain’t cool, folks. So, technology company gets given the big fuck you, and I contemplate selling my soul to the government for decent hours and an even more decent pay. So who wants to be the first one to tell me I’ve gone fucking insane?
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Oh, fuck it.
Tried that sleeping thing. It lasted all of about 15 minutes. Okay, productivity time. If I’m up at mumble fucking thirty in the goddamn morning anyway, I might as well be doing something.