Well, after another week of the company not getting back to me (and a response to my email on Monday saying the deadline got pushed back and they’ll be “in touch,”) I hear off-hand from someone else I didn’t get the job.
FUCK!!!
My team has weekly meetings every Monday morning, and today it’s delayed for some other “emergency” manager meetings. Why so emergency? Well, another fellow from my department, but on another team so I barely see him, has just put in his two weeks notice to go work for the very company I was interviewing with.
Gee, I wonder if I’m still in the running for that position? :rolleyes:
I’m so angry for a few reasons.
He was a new hire for my department, so it was really low of him to get a lot of training at our expense, and quit inside of 8 months.
I have more experience than him, so it makes no sense to hire him over me (which makes me then mad at myself because it means I interview for shit, and he must be good at it.)
Since he left, they’ll have to scramble to “fill in” for him as much as possible, which means I’ll probably be going to fill in for him every other week…the position is two hourss away, I have to stay in a shitty hotel the whole week, etc, etc…not to mention it really puots me behind in doing my own shit.
God damn it…just God fucking damn it, I really needed this job.
I just saw this, I’m so sorry. I lost a cat to kidney problems, and you’re exactly right, both about the kidney failure and the needles.
I did the sub-q thing for my cat too, I was taking the poor thing to the vet several times a week. The vet taught me how to do the needle sticks myself so that I didn’t have to keep traumatizing her with the car rides. Seemed like a good idea at the time.
I tried it exactly once. Kyra looked at me like “how could you do this to me?” I started bawling and called the vet’s office saying I couldn’t stick my poor kitty with needles. The vet said to bring her in and they’d keep doing it, no problem. I love them.
Ow, ow, ow! I’ve got pain shooting down my right buttock from the base of my spine. The chiro worked on it, and it’s better, but not gone. Ow. Want healing NOW! Meds don’t help. Ow.
I saw a car going down the interstate today with an anti-vax decal on the back windshield. It said “He was POISONED by the mercury in his vaccine” with a lot of drivel underneath. Never have I wanted to lob a brick through a windshield more.
Facebook is pissing me off right now. If one more goddamn person posts that stupid story with the jesus and a dude on a bench graphic, I’m going to block everyone who even looks religious.
It’s the one whining about a dead phone and a car that won’t start and a slow sandwich restaurant and jesus tells the whiner that his car wouldn’t start because there was a drunk driver on the road and his sandwich never came because the sandwich maker was sick and would have infected him and the phone died before a lying manipulator could call. It’s incredibly narcissistic.
Right. So, all those people who DID get killed by a drunk driver, and DID get infected by a sick fast food worker, and DID fall for a phone scammer, Jesus just wasn’t watching out for them, eh?
If I was sufficiently annoyed with the poster, I might start asking where Jesus was when (insert bad shit that had happened to that person).
Or even better: “So then why didn’t Jesus just have the drunk driver’s car not start? A lot fewer people would have been in danger and he wouldn’t have had to inconvenience anyone. Jesus clearly doesn’t think these things through, does he.”
Kitty was de-Picaso’ed and turned into a drowned rat a few days ago. I decided to spare him the furry humiliation of pics as he dried off. He’s still on speaking terms with the toddler and I am still wondering why. She could be hoarding kitty treats when I am not looking.
I am freezing right now. Where the hell is my spring? We had flurries today.
Well, darn. Pics of indignant wet kittehs are the best eveh!
I have to tell you that I copied the text of your post and sent it a friend with a toddler. No identifying info, just the text. She called me laughing so hard she could barely talk. You not only made us laugh here, you cheered up another toddler mom.
purplehorseshoe, I’m not writing Lucky off. I’m just not going to be as aggressive as I have been in the past.
I’ve kept cats too long. I fought for Fred, I wanted him to be with me for just another month, week, just a day. I shouldn’t have done that. Whenever I think about Fred, I feel guilty about keeping him for me when he was so ready to go.
I won’t do that with our current pride. Bill agrees with me, he’s kept cats too long as well.
Its just dangit. Lucky is not an old cat, and he has had such a hard life. Its not fair that this is happening to him.
All of which is really minor compared to your life. How are things going? How’s TOS?
I asked and was told by a second person that “God is working on it. Everything in its own time.” However, since her parents both died when she was a sophomore in college, I decided it wasn’t tasteful to push it any farther.
Found it. Lacks the graphic but it’s the text that really makes it glurgy.
Well, yeah, but the stuff described is to Footprints what my nephew’s doodles are to a Romanic fresco… (I don’t like Romanic and love my nephew, but even the worst piece that’s survived this far is better executed than the kid’s doodles)
For the past couple weeks I have had a recurring nightmare: apparently I own a farm, and have had some problem with pig crap, and I’m talking to someone about helping me fix it. As he walks away, I tell him “bring Daisy Duke! And a bucket!” Then, when I realize he may have thought I was talking about a coprophagic three-way, I throw up a little in my mouth. Thankfully, that is only in the dream, but then I wake up, also feeling a little nauseated.
My blood pressure would not be great after seeing that - I think we need to develop a line of car magnets of our own -
“I don’t care about your Baby on Board.”
“I really don’t care about your Baby En Route.”
“How about you go first?” (In response to a sticker I saw yesterday, saying “Baby En Route - drive carefully!”)
“Anti-Vaxxers kill.”
Etc.
I’m about to go rifling through my recycling to find the cap for the no-name static spray I got from Wal-Mart so I can return it - hey, four bucks is four bucks!
Why do they stick jams and fillings in donuts that they don’t belong in?
It’s inventory, I’ve been resisting the siren song of donuts but I gave in because I was there when the boxes were opened (so I knew they weren’t all pawed) and I wanted a little treat.
I was happily eating my apple fritter until I got a mouthful of some abomination of a caramel sauce. It was completely unexpected, and absolutely ruined the rest of the donut for me. If I wanted a filled donut I would have grabbed the Bismarck.
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