Unfortunately, most companies won’t call you at all if you didn’t get the job. :mad:
Most? I’ve had a few job hunting episodes (as a programmer) in my time - I have never had anyone call me to say I did not get a job. The best you can hope for is to get a letter a few weeks from now saying that you didn’t get the job but they’ll keep your resume on file for future openings.
I’m so ready to be done with my degree. I’m so ready to just graduate and be gone. Ugh. I’m getting out earlier than I was originally supposed to, but it’s still not exactly cheap.
I **don’t **want to go back to the tiny-ass town I grew up in and stew for a summer, I need to be making money to front my last school-based bills in the fall. Sure, that’s free room and board, but no work there. I interned with a great company last summer, but of course they can’t hire me back, likely due to the sequestering effects going on in northern Virginia. I only have two hopeful applications in for positions this summer, after applying for over 10, and the one I did get an interview for so far seems unlikely. The other hopeful one doesn’t close their deadline til late March, so it’s unlikely I’ll know either way til April.
I have jobs that are happy to have me here, but, damn, living here over the summer is expensive. I feel like I’m being a whiny brat, given that there are still people out there that would kill to have as little debt as I’ve incurred and have as much work as I do, but…gaaah, I hate waiting.
And I want to see my boyfriend over the summer too, but who knows about the opportunities for that, because, again, it all depends on where I’ll be working. This time last year I knew, damn it.
I should go do homework. This is hopefully the last March I’ll have any of it, so that’s good, I suppose. sigh
Gaming today was a lot of fun. Unfortunately, sitting in a game store for 5 hours made my inflamed disk reallty really unhappy. Got up and moved around a lot just to keep from becoming locked in the chair, but each time it was a painful chore to stand up and straighten my spine.
Instead of parking across two spaces and spending a Saturday night meticulously wiping the inside of the rear passenger door of your E-Class Mercedes with a chamois, why don’t you just wear a t-shirt that says DOUCHEBAG? It has the same effect but it’s a lot less work.
Stand up, hold your hands in the air and pull one hand up with the other one. Then use the other hand to streatch your back the other way.
Did you win?
I so hates people who take up more parking space than they should. Yes, you do have a big truck, but if you can’t park it, you shouldn’t be driving it. Don’t even get me started on idiots with big trucks who take up 2 or 3 of the best parking spots. If you don’t want people parking next to you, just park in the back of the parking lot.
I carry my keys on my hip. I used to be very careful when people parked so close to me that I had to worry about damage to their trucks. Now, I don’t care. If I have to squeeze between my car and their carelessly parked trucks, I don’t care if I do damage.
Fuckheads should not park so close that I have to shimmy sideways to get into my car.
What, they still let douchebags own property?
Asshole neighbor posted pictures of her daughter’s birthday party last night. Her daughter is the same age as my daughter. She evidently invited all the girls on the block to her daughter’s party. All of them but my daughter.
Cunt.
:mad:
I hope she chokes on every single penny of the 250k her husband makes. The money she tells us about half a dozen times a month. The money she uses as excuse for her contempt of working mothers like myself and to blithely justify her own lack of a job even though her kids are all in school all day.
:rolleyes:
Do you have renter’s insurance? There may be coverage for theft or mysterious disappearance albeit likely subject to a sublimit.
D&D. Living Forgotten Realms stuff. DM was a bit unhappy as he forgot a key monster synergy until it was too late and the final encounter went a bit too easy for us, even if he did find a way to negate my Bard’s font of megahealing power/synergy.
I’m finding myself the same way. Some asshole parked his truck next to my car two days in a row in the transit ramp, parking over the line each time, blocking my door so he would have more room on his side. I was so unhappy that I um, opened my door a little forcefully.
I’d bet any money that she’s generally unpleasant to everyone who doesn’t meet her ideals. Ideals based on her fear of being a working mother and having to worry about money. So she’s chosen you and your daughter to try to step on and over so she can look down on you and make herself feel superior.
So now, every time you look at her, recognize her for what she is. A woman who lives her life in fear and terror of being like you. Pretty sad, isn’t it?
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: people like that are the reason I don’t have a valve stem remover because I know me and I would use it all the time.
Boy won’t her life suck when her husband divorces her and her meal ticket is gone?
The happy thought here is that even she doesn’t likely live up to her ideals. It must feel like she’s slumming, to have to live next door to people who need to work for a living.
Stupid depression making me take time off work so I can sit around and do nothing, or sleep, because anything else is just. too. much. effort. Damn my brain chemistry.
She probably bothers her husband constantly about buying big fancy houses and vacation homes they can’t afford.
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Is there a big cloud 'o depression hanging over the world this month? Seems like it’s hit everyone, including me.
Me too. Kinda sorta functional but not really very zippy.
Its sunny today, which is worse I have to try to go outside. 
It does seem pretty bad right now, looking around the SDMB.
I figured it may be helpful to start a depression support thread so we can all help pull each other through the worst of it.
So, after going to mom’s house to help her out during a quick surgery to reinforce her esophageal banding, I drive three hours home, only to arrive to a house full of vomit. I was lucky enough not to have to actually be vomited upon (my husband got that pleasure, poor man), but did get to spend two hours disinfecting the house after bringing food to those in my family not vomiting. I still have one more bathroom to do, but I’m taking a break to complain.
I probably shouldn’t share this story, it makes me look pretty mean spirited, but I was ticked off.
Once I came out to my subcompact car to find that some jerk had parked his van over the line and was so close that I couldn’t get in. I’m a small, limber person, I can squeeze into very tight places, btw.
While I was fuming and putting my stuff in the trunk, the owner arrived at the van with a BIG box (I think it was a TV), and realized that he couldn’t open his side door because he was parked too close to me. Jerk looked at me and snapped “move your car!” I smiled at him and said he was parked too close, so I couldn’t get in and that I’d wait.
The worker who was helping him move the box wouldn’t let him back into the street to load it up, so I stood there and watched as jerk had to climb in the back, squirm over the bench seats that he’d moved back so he could load the box from the side and then struggle to move them forward so they could load the box from the back. (no clue why he didn’t get in the driver’s door, but I certainly wasn’t going to offer up helpful suggestions)
It took jerk over 15 minutes of stuggling on his knees and in the summer heat to finally be able to load his box. I had a big grin on my face as I watched him sweat.
My rant: Our rescue group gets taped up bags of critter food from the local stores. Sweet! Free food for hungry critters. Taped up bags usually don’t have handles or a good way to grab them. This morning, we got a load of dog food and the director asked me to unload the truck into her van. That’s fine, I’m strong and fit and am used to being the muscle for this sort of thing.
I grabbed the first bag and it was HEAVY. I glanced down for the weight and saw “40”. I can move 40 lbs easy, but I struggled so hard with those bags that I thought I’d turned into a wimp. I’m serious, I was sweating, gasping, almost sick with the effort and yelling at myself over it. Flipping weenie, who can’t even move a 40 pound bag of dog food.
After I got the bags moved, I looked at the weight again. It wasn’t 40 lbs, it was 40 K.:smack:
Most people have trouble moving 88 lb. unaided, don’t they? 
I even have trouble moving 40 unaided, due to hip problems, so don’t feel bad. Those 40k would have been flat-out impossible for me.
I don’t think the parking thing makes you look mean-spirited at all. Guy got what he had coming and hopefully learned something from this.