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  • Accuracy score: barely.

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    james


    What the House Test Says About You


    You consider yourself important, but no more important than anyone else. You love attention, but you don’t feel like you deserve more of it than anyone else.

    You aren’t against being community oriented, but it’s not really your thing. You tend to prefer to focus on your family and not the neighborhood around you.

    You are a social, friendly, and giving person. You like to bring people together and make them feel happy.

    You look good in a low maintenance sort of way. You do the minimum required to be attractive.

    You find it hard to be enthusiastic about much. You are a picky person.

    This stupid thing went and broke itself.

  • Progress? Maybe?

    written by

    james

    So I got in touch with miss HR lady from $employment_prospect. She played 20 questions with me for a bit, then said she’d forward my resume to their customer service departmental recruiters. So we’ll know inside of a few weeks then if I go in for an interview or not. In the meantime, I tossed off another application this morning to Momentous, who deals primarily in crap like web/domain hosting/registering/whatever. Not quite what I’m dealing in right now, but y’know. Maybe. Damn, I’m not even done working here yet and I’ve already bombarded people’s mailboxes with applications. How badly do I not want a vacation? Sheesh…

  • Writer’s Block: How I got on LJ

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    james

    I’ve actually been here a grand total of twice. Once in highschool/college, on an account I hadn’t touched since 2003 until it was earlier this year deleted in favour of this one. I think, though I’ll be damned if I can remember, I was introduced to it back then by a couple people I used to regularly RP with. I lost interest in it halfway through college though, and went almost 3 years before picking up another bout of the blogging habbit (the end result of that is here. A little over 2 years later, clefurgey and I were conversating about why I don’t bother posting on LJ anymore. I had my reasons, and she was kind of all meh about them, so I contemplated making the switch. I’d started following masterofmusings‘s LJ about that time, and through him, was introduced to kittytech. And to this day I swear she wonders why the hell that was inflicted on her. After a couple conversations with both of them, during one of which kittytech and I got into a discussion of LJ versus what I was previously using. I decided to poke around a little, see what’d changed in the 4-5 years I’d been ignoring it, and the next thing I knew I had me an account. Well, now I had 2 accounts so the one that hadn’t been updated since a weekend I’d spent at my now x-girlfriend’s place had to go. And it did. And the drama free zone’s been over here ever since. A couple weeks later the ads irritated me so I upgraded to a paid account and haven’t looked back. I can see me maybe starting another blog elsewhere at some point, quite probably using the same platform I was using pre-LJ. Just not in the immediate future, and not for a personal one.

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  • I may hate paying their bills, but they can help pay mine any time.

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    james

    Confusing subject line? My work here is done. I fired off a couple emails to the previously mentioned employment prospect (you know the one, they wanted me to start like 20 minutes after the conversation was over if it was humanly possible). Dialogue with that company has been successfully reopened, methinks. I’ve also fired off an application for Rogers. I know, I bitch about their cable packages to some of you, but I’ll work for them. A paycheck’s a paycheck’s a paycheck. If you think that’s ironic, I’ve contemplated applying at Bell Canada. If half of you knew how much I’ve jumped on them about multiple service related things of both an interwebs and telephone nature, you’d probably suggest I may want to have my head examined. And you’d probably be right, but eh. Hell, if I had my way there’d be no Microsoft in my house, and yet I get paid to support their products. Well, for, um, 2 more weeks. I guess I’m just one loveable package of employment irony. gotta love me.

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  • So we were both right.

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    james

    So it turns out I now know better than to question the wisdom of Samari76. They did, in fact, get around to telling me today instead of Friday whether or not I ended up making the list of those on the extended employment term. However… all it did was confirm what I already figured by 5:00 on Friday. That of course being I now have 13 actual days left before I take that lovely little vacation in the wicked hot sun. Or something. So, I shall accept a simple compromize. I am always right. Except when samari76 is.

    PS: It has officially taken me way too damn long to write this entry (I started at half past 10).

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  • Not quite how I invisioned starting the morning.

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    james

    We got in at about, oh, dark o’clock or somewhere thereabouts. I never really bothered to check the time. Puttered around with setting up the AC for about half an hour or so, realized it wasn’t going to get done last night, so we just kinda left it where we sat it until we get around to picking it back up eventually. I stayed up for a bit, thought about going to bed, and decided at some point to just go there. And promptly overslept. Didn’t end up getting up until about quarter to 9 this morning. Oops. A taxi cab later, I get to start my day at about 9:35 this morning. Fun stuff. Hello abreviated daytime schedule! Paying attention to this here phone call, now.

    PS: Dear headache: die in a fire.

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  • Things I learn while going back home.

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    james

    My cousin officially has a more eclectic music collection than I could ever dream up. Example: we went from the bangles to ghetto superstar on the same cd. And then back to the older music. We just left Pembroke, so should probably be there somewhere between midnight and oh god it’s early. Apparently I have me a meme or two to catch up on when I finally get around to spending time at the computer. To those of you who put them there for me to catch up on: I hate you all at the moment. Mostly because I’m just way too fucking lazy half the time. Ooh, look. Cobdon. A sign I’ve been writing too long. I’m gone.

  • … Oh. Oh god. Oh, dear god.

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    james

    My mother and aunt are both sitting in the kitchen singing “shake your booty”. Keep in mind, while rhythmicly similar, the song currently playing is not, in fact, “shake your booty”. I’m going back to work for the sake of a vacation.

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  • Well, that was semi-fun.

    written by

    james

    I don’t think I’ve stayed up quite so late while at my parents’ place in, like, forever. As expected I did, in fact, survive the experimental way of getting home, as much as the mother thing will now go about the business of denying she got lost at least twice in the process. Other than that, not a whole hell of a lot was really done. We did finally end up watching Untraceable (2008), which if you haven’t seen yet I feel very, very sorry for you, and Rendition (2007), which I’d feel sorry for you if you *had* seen. Mommy dearest also, finally and only after my father saying he’d like to actually see the movie, was convinced to buy I am Legend (2007). I am win at media education. And now, because it’s 5 minutes to 4, we still have people I need to visit tomorrow, plus I need to haull ass back home at some point, I am going to be win at going to bed now. That 9:00 wake-up call I was planning may suck a little.

    PS: phone is no longer dying. Because I know you were just dying to find out.

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  • A little browsing never hurt anyone.

    written by

    james

    Okay, my last entry was rather less than specific. We ended up getting up at about 8 or so this morning, and just kinda futzed around for the majority of the morning. Decided at 11 that we’d go for breakfast. An hour and a bit later, we were finally fed and took off for the requisit 2.5 hours of shopping. I don’t care how long it is between visits, I will never be used to the whole shopping thing. I did break down and buy me an air conditioner. Now I just havf to bother to set the thing up. Or be motivated. And now the phone’s deciding it wants to die at me. And oh god, the mother thing’s experimenting with a new route to her place. I may not be insured for this…

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