I am forcing myself to listen to Black Flag to prepare for an audition I have on Friday.
It is going to be an extreme test of my acting ability to convincingly play a character who doesn’t think Black Flag sucks.
Yay! I’m unemployed again! I put in some resumes today but it’s the same old shit I had to slog through over most of the past year. The jobs I’m looking at would be about a 50% paycut from horrible job I left behind. A part of me is kicking myself for not staying there until I found something else. I have no idea what is going to happen to us in the future (in every conceivable way - don’t even know what state I’ll be living in next year.)
I feel more in control than I did before. It’s just that I go stir crazy with nobody to talk to all day at home. And I feel like a loser when I go to play Diablo III and none of my friends are online because they’re all at work.
Come hang with us. 
Between the shift workers with odd hours and the international time changes, someone’s around to listen.
Your mental health is not without monetary value. 
(lolz at Chef Troy)
Back when we filed our taxes, we ended up owing $861 to the state … no clue how that happened, as we got a nice federal refund. Oh well … we paid it and moved on. We got a letter today stating that we REALLY owed them $3200, so with penalties and interest, we still owe over $2500. There’s no real explanation, no letter or anything, and not even a phone number to call to ask questions - just one to set up payments. I know what I’ll be doing on my lunch break tomorrow.
UPDATE: Sonic Youth sucks in a different way. Mudhoney isn’t too bad, though.
You can do this, I promise. If you’d stayed there you would have died inside and people who are dead inside don’t interview well. Hang in there and trust your instincts.
I got to deal with that a few years ago, tho not because either parent has died yet. I suppose it was because I had moved far away from them and had the opportunity to see what shitty parents they were. I ended up going to a shrink and finding out that I have adult attachment disorder, and that much of the grief was loss of what I should have had as parents, as well as any pain, fear, sorrow, anger I didn’t get to express while I was a child.
IMNAshrink, but what I did was to express that pain & anger “appropriately”. For me, that was when I was alone in the house or car and a memory or sad song or movie started me up. It is a work in progress - my parents created the issue over 35 years, so I guess I can’t expect it to be fixed overnight! Feel free to mourn the idea of mother, the loss to your daughter and whatever else feels right, and never beat yourself up because you aren’t mourning the actual person.
Doesn’t happen often, but some days, you just gotta sit at your desk and cry, and just try to keep it quiet. This would be one of those days.
ETA: aw, fuck, and today’s some corporate luncheon thingy. I hope everyone looks down at my cute shoes, and not up at my swollen red eyes. Goddammit.
It happens more often when you’re pregnant. Stupid mood swings.
Do you have allergies? That’s what I usually blame, when I’ve been crying and don’t want to tell people about it.
Oh, yes, my “allergies” have been just terrible this morning. sniffle (I do feel better now, though. I think I needed to just … physically vent some steam, or something. I couldn’t have even said quite why I was crying.)
That happens to me too - it confounds my husband - sometimes it’s like a pressure cooker and you just need to vent. I totally know what you mean. Hugs, though - hope tomorrow is better!! And I’m glad you feel better too!!
I know exactly how you feel. I feel more in control than I did before, too, but that doesn’t mean that I didn’t have a huge fucking breakdown after my daughter fell asleep for her nap (which lasted a scant 20 minutes, even after she kept me up from 4 a.m. on this morning), sobbing about how I’d never find a job and why the hell wouldn’t she sleep anyway. Yes, I was a tad sleep deprived.
I hate being unemployed. I hate not getting up and leaving the house early. I hate that I’m out of practice searching for a job and I hate that I feel uncomfortable spending money on anything, even food, even though my husband eats lunch out every day and apparently isn’t terribly concerned about it. But I’d hate myself more if I stayed in the job I was in before.
Hang in there. You’ll find something better and more worthwhile. You really will.
Just for amusement, despite many who complained that the Penn State Pit thread was a train-wreck and an attractor of pedo defenders, R. P. McMurphy just applies the catch 22 to throw a dig at me, not going to reply there but just to clarify, yes R. P. McMurphy is indeed continuing to drink the [del]thread[/del] punch with the turds in it.
And also, I already specifically said that I have no trouble with other posters that reply after a dunderhead bumps a reckless thread, IOW posters like me that also replied after the bump are not included, so I’m “not the one returning to the thread with the turd in it” but that was applied only to the ones bumping that monster after it was out of view and dying.
http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showpost.php?p=15165309&postcount=3625
Gah—another summer, and the battle of the apartment pool temperature begins anew. The pool has only been open since Memorial Day and the water is already 85 degrees. Not refreshing at all after a bike ride or a run. Crap.
When Bill brought his cat to visit, my resident cats of course freaked out when they realized that Bill’s cat wasn’t locked up as a foster. Everyone got used to each other and all was good. Bill flew out for the weekend and took his cat home with him. My cats promptly freaked out again and my old sick cat is acting depressed. We won’t be doing this again.
My tomatoes are getting sunburned, so I picked them all. I do this every year, I have very good intentions of slowly ripening the green ones, but I know that I will forget to check and rotate them and most of them will end up going bad and I will end up cleaning up a mess. Why I don’t just take them out to the desert and pitch them for the Javalina? Because I’m an idiot.
SCL, I want to say that now that you haven’t posted for a while…I hope it means that you are now having a good time with your friend.
Having a great time! Alice Cooper last night and 38 Special this weekend.
You know that spot behind your knee where if you push on it your leg just kind of folds up and collapses? Last night I was letting the dogs out for a last run in the backyard before heading off to a friends kids dance recital where I was to take pretty pictures for her when Mojo just bumped that spot with his head. I was watching Kaia chase the frisbee and so was completely unprepared and dropped like someone cut my strings. I now have a broken and sliced up toe, bruises across my back and my right arm is scrapped and scabby.
Instead of taking pictures last night I stayed in bed and took painkillers instead. Stupid dog 
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And so it begins. One by one, dogs shuck off the mask of devoted obedience they have hidden their truel evil natures behind for millennia…
flatlined, the OCD folks at Cook’s Illustrated say that keeping tomatoes on their “shoulders” (stem side down) helps prevent moisture loss out of - and bacterial contamination coming in through - the scar on the tomatoes.
Can you cover the plants with some lightweight sheets or something?
Also, if I had to pick a bunch of green tomatoes, I wouldn’t muck around with ripening them. Slice thickly, season well, let drain, dredge in flour/cornmeal mix, and fry those bad boys up!