Well, there is nothing in Bend It (unlike Monsoon Wedding) to warrant a trip down not so nice memory lane. It is actually a warm, funny movie. There were parts of MW that I found difficult to watch–but it was an excellent film, nonetheless.
So, sorry you’ll miss out on Bend It, and I have no idea what a samosa is (I am thinking of mimosas…)
I have run some of my errands and I am sick of errands. Now I have to call Iowa and get my transcripts sent to IN. As Winnie the Pooh once said, “oh, bother.”
Go hide in your swamp! (hope it’s a Fire Swamp)
I think that EddyTeddyFreddy will be the first to go (nothing against ETF, but these bear posers are pretty easy to sniff out)…
So I’m at the point in the interviewing/hiring process where they want references. Which shouldn’t be a problem because people generally like me. But… my boss from when I was at Big Telecomm Co has gone missing. Her phone number doesn’t work any more and there were multiple people with her name at the company so email was always iffy to start with (usually the email went to someone in Virginia, even when I was sending it through the intranet). So she’s out.
Then there’s the prof that I was a teaching assistant for. Who went back to Turky as soon as the semester was over.
Then there’s my grad school advisor. We didn’t get along all that well.
Then there’s my current job. They’re all good, but doesn’t it look bad to only give references from one employer?
Taxi, you couldn’t use other people for references besides employers? I’m still waiting on that particular job and on a few others. I’ve been trying to cultivate an attitude of, “I’m great. Why wouldn’t people want to hire me?” but it’s not been easy.
I don’t know, I thought Bend It had a lot of story about the family needing the girl to conform and be the good little Indian girl, and not waste her time playing silly boy’s games. I could see that bringing out things that someone who lived through something similar might not want to re-live.
They really wanted work-related references. I did use a couple of my coworkers from here, but I’ve lost touch with coworkers from the past. I’m not sure whether I should use grad school professors (two + years after grad school).
Ah. Well, I have a lot of people who said, “Hey, you can use me as a reference,” including former co-workers and bosses. I did send e-mails to the people I was using just to make sure it was still all right.
Speaking of mowing, I was, till the mower up and died. I was so pleased - it started on the first pull after sitting all winter. But it was running rough, and it finally just quit. I took the air filter off and cleaned a lot of gunk out, but it still won’t start. I’m letting it rest before attacking it again. Stupid mower.
Still no word from the boat people - I need to know by the end of the week because I have to get the next boat payment into the mail if they’re not buying. Stoopit people.
I had a cat sleeping on my head all night - well, not exactly on, but right smack next to, hogging the pillow and all. I think she’s still dealing with separation anxiety. She’s not supposed to be my cat, and she generally ignores me when FCD is home, except when we’re in bed. Then she loves me. Stoopit cat.
That’s all I’ve got. I’m gonna try to get the mower going again. Stoopit mower.
Just don’t want to … but I will anyway. A friend of mine brought it over because she thought it would amuse me, but I ended up crying through half the movie and she wouldn’t let me turn it off.
And I should point out that my life was nowhere near as crappy as that girl’s, but parts of the movie hit way too close to home–both literally and figuratively.
Whew! I got the riding mower going, and mowed most of the side yard. I couldn’t get one part of a slope, but the rest is beaten into submission. Good thing it’s supposed to rain tomorrow - it’s really dusty out there. FCD came home and tried to start the rider to finish the part I couldn’t do, but it would not start. He’s not happy. He wants a new mower. We may just have to dip into savings to get one. Swell. Stoopit mower.
The boat people called - they want us to take more off the price of the boat. Not content with us coming off the asking price 20%, they’re asking for 28.5%. We countered at 22.5% and that’s it. Criminy, it’s a 31 year old boat - you can’t expect it to be like new. As it was, we had it listed at the low end of its book value. Screw 'em. We’ll just keep our boat. It’s not like we’re forced to sell it. This will just delay retirement another couple of years. Meh.
So, after the mowing and the boat debacle, I had a nice shower (I had bits of leaves in my bra, and I was wearing a regular t-shirt!! My white socks were brown from flying dirt…) and now I’m all clean. The critters are fed. FCD is doing something in the basement. He’s supposed to take me to dinner. I’m thinking I’ll just scramble a couple of eggs and be done with it.
And in case you were wondering, the skin on my legs is very dry. Time to moisturize!! That wasn’t TMI, was it? Nah, not in this crowd!!
Had insomnia last night, and got five hours of sleep, then went 9With Driving Husband) to get fabric for new laundry bags and some lace and stuff at Designer Fabric Outlet (the coolest fabric store in the world), then went to Costco, stopped for launch at a nice Armenian restaurant, came home, and collapsed.
I’ve had a nice nap and finished one of the new laundry bags. Now I just need to wash a bunch of dishes, find the couches under all the crap piled on them, and then spend the rest of the evening playing with the fabric I bought yesterday in the form of very large t-shirts. Oh, I should sweep, too. Drae, the first time I saw Snow Falling On Cedars I sobbed most of the way through. The girl’s father looked very much like my dad, and the whole Japanese internment thing was too close to home. All my dad’s side of the family were interned. He was nine at the beginning of the war.
Exactly. That’s the kind of crap I lived (and still do, although to a much less extent) day in day out. You guys think my parents fully accept me now? My mother and I will never be friends. We are civil and polite to each other, that’s all. She’ll never forgive me for not growing up just like she wanted. No, I can’t watch those kind of movies, I’ve worked damn hard to put all that stuff behind me.
But, but–at the end of the movie–they have accepted Jasminder’s new ways. Like her mom says–“I taught her full Punjabi dinner; the rest is up to god.”
I do know that feeling, though–I can’t watch movies where kids are in danger. I wasn’t in danger as a child, but I wasn’t secure in my childhood either. Watching the suspense of a kid possibly getting hurt (or kidnapped or something) is too anxiety producing for me.
But then again, I was scared at the Wizard of Oz, so don’t watch any horror movies at all…
I made a dry creek bed today! And you all thought I had no talent. I also applied for a job… :eek:
Dots, sweetie, what they said. Plus also hugs. Take care of yourself! You’re lots and lots of fun. Also, we’re counting on you for our important retirement fund.
Funny everyone should be talking of mowing. Guess what I did tonight? Also, I moved some of the mulch that I’ve yet to spread. Didn’t make it to the back yard, but at least the visible part isn’t a complete embarrassment.
swampy, those fortunes are perfect. Are you sure they weren’t planted? I’m still snerking. I mean…
