Finally home from class and picking Sweetie up from work. Desperately want to go to bed but I can’t. Have a Gov’t test due by 10am so I best hop to it. Ugh. Soon as that’s done, sleepy time for me!
Boy, caffeine and deadlines make for an Ashes’ Wild Ride around town. I drove quite assertively, with good music blasting and the top down, getting errands spanked! Snowbirds fear my… erm… fearlessness. And what’s the deal with more pootley errands showing up for tomorrow?
The ribs are cooking, extra rub mixed up (Rebo’s recipe and mine combined) which should mean the ultimate awesomeness. Tortellini Alfredo cooked and cooling for the freezer, nails on all paws painted a neato dark rose-ish color. Yes, I’m wearing my tiara because it’s just that kind of evening.
I’m jealous of your ceramics facilities FCM. There’s nothing on this side of the border now that the local JC shut their program down. I’m going to look into the faaaabulous new place in Mexico. It’s totally world-class with stuff like a kiln large enough to be a smallish family home. All paid for by the federal gov.-- kinda weird when the arts keep getting slashed on this side of the fence.
Got my hands on a new wireless mouse and took the old nasty-stupid one and smacked it with a hammer till it was just pieces. It appears some resentment just might have crept into our relationship, there at the end.
Off to crumble KFC biscuits for the little birdies.
Swampy, I say you take off, nuke 'em from orbit. It’s the only way to be sure.
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So, I filled in applications for about 12 different holiday positions today, in the desperate hope that I could find some sort of work that wouldn’t kill me or cause me to kill others. Out of the blue, I get a call from a lady for a tutoring group I applied to a couple of weeks ago. It’s $20 an hour tutoring elementary kids in their homes to get them up to speed in reading and math. I’ll be meeting her tomorrow at 11 to discuss further. Cross your fingers for me!
Up, caffinated, off to irk.
phouka, inappropriate appendages crossed.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 71 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 84 and scattered tstorms. Looks like some nasty tornadoish stuff has been happenin’ over around Alabammy and some may be headed this way. Rain is fine but tornados can just stay away.
kanga appropriate/inappropriae appendages crossed for ya!
Ashes[sup]2[/sup] when you wear your tiara do you also go around doin’ the royal wave? Remember, never hold your hand above the tiara when wavin’. 
Now I go in search of more caffiene and rumbly tummy wants to be fed NOW. Then, alas, irk purtification must commence.
Happy Hump Day Y’all!
**kanga **- good luck!
A[sup]2[/sup] - my main complaint besides the lack of cleanliness in the studio is that the campus with the art classes is not the one closest to me. It’s about a 40 minute drive to the La Plata campus, while the one in Leonardtown is only 7 or 8 miles away. Oh well, it’s still better than when I drove to Annapolis for classes - that was an hour anna half each way.
Yanno, it’s bad enough when the dog barks and wakes me, but it’s worse when the dog barks in my dream and it wakes me. 
I was snug and warm and snoozing, and suddenly I was awake, trying to figure out where the bark came from. I finally gave up and got up. Not happy, tho.
We’re supposed to get rain all day, all night, and into tomorrow. Guess I’ll have to amuse myself inside. I could also make a WalMart run - I need kitteh kibbles and litter. If I timed it right, I could meet my sweetie for lunch… hmmmmmmm
Good morning and Happy Wednesday!
Blurf.
I got nuthin.
Blurgh.
Turns out the local pottery class isn’t full, and they’ll let me just pay for the last 4 weeks of the course, yay! Thought I’d be havin’ to wait til January, or pay way over the odds, but nope, I get to pay not very much, and start tomorrow! Not done any clay stuff in about 14 years, so I wonder what I remember…
In other news, the snotty lady from the Jobcentre has emailed me with another snarky message- so is at least pretending that the last email was about my CV (though I think it can’t have been- with complaints like ‘change the font size to size 12’ when it already was)- but she’s now pretending that she meant I hadn’t put the full addresses of the places I’ve worked, rather than that I hadn’t put my address on, which is what she’d claimed before. Anyone else think it’s a bit odd to have full addresses of everywhere you’ve worked on a resume? 
- not that I’m going to, as my last workplace was my boss’ house, and she’s asked me not to have out her private address to all and sundry. Potential employers don’t just contact everywhere you ever worked, that’s the point of references.
Not to mention the fact that, out of the others, 3 probably wouldn’t know I ever worked there any more, due to high staff turn over or length of time since I was there- and of those, two are farms overseas that I only mentioned to fill a year’s travelling gap. The only other place is Mam 'n Dad’s zoo, which has a very googleable name (which I have given), if anyone was really that bothered. That one and my last place of employment are my references.
It makes it very long if I include all of these- her advice has already pushed it an extra half page, and I’ve always been told to keep them as short and succinct as possible.
She’s also insisted I have to put a load of extra pointless blank lines in everywhere, which just looks silly, and hard to read, and wastes even more space. sigh Not sure how I should respond… I’ve been asked in the past by these guys to change correct spellings and punctuation to incorrect, so I don’t have much faith in their ‘assistance’. But she can make life quite difficult for me if she so chooses…
I know I’m rabbiting and whinging, but I hate dealing with this sort of stuff.
**Filbert **- that woman sounds like a moron. Just my unprofessional opinion. Don’t delete any of the emails - save them just in case…
My husband has a really interesting resume. Three of the companies he worked for no longer exist (not his fault - they crashed and burned long after he left), plus there was the company he and a friend started - the friend is now dead, and the company died with him. Two of the companies that are gone fizzled within the last 10 years, so if he needed references from anyone there, that’d be a challenge. Luckily, he’s probably OK where he is now… probably…
In fact, he just called me. Yesterday he’d sent an email to his underlings telling them he expected them to work their assigned hours and turn their work in on time. What a meanie he is!! :rolleyes: One of them is a woman who tends to come and go as she pleases and who told him (not asked, told) some months ago she only wanted to work 4 days a week. Then she ends up taking a bunch of days off with childcare issues - funny that her unemployed spouse couldn’t deal with his kids… Anyway, she’s quitting and my sweetie is now getting grief from his boss. You’d think they’d be glad to be rid of the dead weight. I don’t get it. But because of all the noise, I won’t be meeting him for lunch.
So, do I go to WalMart today or not? Decisions, decisions… I’ve breakfasted, but I’m still in my robe and in need of a shower. No need to rush into anything.
Good morning, all. I’ve got homework that I should be doing today, but we’ll see how that goes…
Good luck,** phouka**, with the tutoring gig! By the way, you’ve mentioned it’s coming up but when is your 40th birthday?
GT, I think it’s a second or third grade lesson that I’m teaching. I don’t remember. I wrote the lesson plan and the beginning of the semester and my brain is a bit foggy since then.
Now, I guess I’ll try to figure out what’s for breakfast.
ditto
Never seen them. I remembered that the Europass (the CV format the EU wants used for submissions to them) had some quirks and I’ve checked it: no mention of addresses of jobs either.
Heck, I wouldn’t be able to recall the exact addresses of every single job I’ve held if my life depended on it…
I think that woman’s related to the “job search helper” who gave me a psychotechnic test and said my results were horrible, because I came out “undefined” - turns out she didn’t even know there’s such a thing as middle management, much less technical management. The last time I was undefined was on the night of May 8, 1967, when God flipped a coin and said “well, gee, looks like it won’t be a Xavier after all!”
I just pulled out my technical writing textbook (which was published this year) and the resume I made as per the book’s and my professor’s instructions. BOTH the book and the professor said no full addresses of former employers or schools - just city and state. Exact employment dates are also unnecessary - just year from and year too. I remember every job I’ve ever had (many of them - heaps and bundles…13 in one year actually) and where they’re located (in general) so I could find the exact address if necessary. Thankfully I’ve been working long enough that I only need to list 3 of the most recent jobs.
However, lots of white space is a no-no.
kanga - Everything that can be crossed, is crossed. Might make driving a bit difficult though.
Slept well last night and woke up to no water…again. Luckily they seem to have started early today and it came back about 10 minutes ago. Sweetie is over the moon because starting is 5 days in a row off with no shower would have put him in a seriously pissy mood. Man can’t function without coffee and a shower.
I finished my test before bed last night so I have no looming deadlines. I might actually take the day off from school.
I am nearly done with 45 of the 100 magnets my trainer wants. I just need to attach the magnets. I think I’m going to take a day off from that too. I had to clean my paint brushes yesterday and I think they’re still damp.
Sweetie has to get blood work done today, after 3 weeks off the warfarin. Hopefully today they’ll figure out what the hell is causing his clotting issues.
We’re gonna have lunch at Annie’s today! YAY! We love Annie’s. Good prices, good food, good service. I seriously hope they have the cream of veggie soup today. If they do, I’ll just get 2 or 3 bowls of that. Heavenly, it is.
Sweetie wants to deal with the downed branches today. I don’t want to darnit! But, trash day is tomorrow and we only have 2 pickups left before they stop the seasonal yard waste pickup so it makes sense to do it today. So many branches to deal with…and two trees. Ugh.
Filbert, I say phooey on the job centre and just do the whole Full Monty thing. Is it wrong that that’s the only scenario I can come up with? I really need to expand my knowledge of real life in the UK. Memorizing Narnia just doesn’t cut it anymore.
Grrr FCM. A dirty ceramics studio is an abomination unto Wedgwood. My students clean till you can hardly tell there’s a ceramics program in progress since we shared the space with my regular art classes. Oooh, now I’m getting riled up-- you don’t drive all that way to spend your time–arrgh!
Swampy; it’s an emergency, I need that tiara stat! A proper wave is quite difficult. Too high and you’re Lady Liberty, too low and ya look like you’re fluffing imaginary hair.
Really Canada? You’re charging how much for maple syrup? Your reputation for niceness is taking a hit, here.
True, now you must be able to quote all 11 Doctors easily.
I stopped to get gas this morning, and when I went to leave the car wouldn’t start. Grr! Since it was 6:00 am, I pushed it into a parking space and walked home. It took almost 30 minutes! Mr Rebo was all the way down in Galveston, so I called my son a little later, and he came to give me a jump, and/or a ride to get a battery. (It acted like a bad connection on the terminal, since it was all corroded.)
When we got back to the car, it started. Of course, right? So I came on into work, and when Mr Rebo gets off work, he’ll meet me here and go take care of it.
Cars are are a pain.
Appendages crossed for those who need them, and assorted yays, boos, hugs and gropes as required.
MWAH!
Psst anyrose! Don’t tell, but I’ve never seen even a part of one episode of Doctor Who. I blame growing up in Southwest BFEgypt (srsly, we played the part of war-torn Iraq in Three Kings) with only 2.5 tv channels, two of which were the same network. No phone, no internet, no video rental, no library and I was the only non-FFA, non-jock, and/or non-stoner in my whole high school. Imagine my chagrin when it came out that I read books for pleasure. Therapy has helped.
Kitchen’s clean and it’s time for Sweet Pea to go to PetSmart for a pawdicure.
Swampus, imagine my amusement to read the company [del]rag[/del]newsletter, and finding a corporate announcement that we’ve opened a new office in Albeeny… :dubious:
Aaaagh! Go forth and remedy this immediately!
I married into Whovianism. Mr. Lissar’s family are nuts about it. Gnat was the 11th Doctor for Halloween last year.
One more round of antibiotics to go, and then home. So tired.
Decided to go to WalMart after all. The trip for cat litter and kibbles grew into a $135 shopping spree. Damned store! And I stopped at Bad Chinese for lunch before coming home.
Next on the agenda - bathing Scruffy. Good times, that. :rolleyes: I also need to think about what we’ll have for supper. I’m thinking leftover poke, leftover meatloaf, and whatever other stuff I find in little containers in the fridge.
**BBBobbio **- you moving again?!?!?!? :eek: