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April 18, 2005
April 17, 2005
The Sky is Crying
Actually, I think that's just rain. Still, it seems appropriate because I have to leave for Cascade in about an hour. Dad is meeting Matt and I up there and we'll get the RV set up, then Matt and Dad will leave me standing at the window looking forlornly out the itty-bitty window watching them leave.
It reminds me of Family Night at Outdoor School when I was in fifth grade. Up until that time, I'd been to maybe two slumber parties and a bunch of overnights at my grandparents' house. But that was it for familial separation and I was miserable at this week-long camp. I'm not sure why I was so wretchedly home-sick, but I made myself physcially ill over it. My parents and little brother showed up for Family Night, and I basically insisted I was going home with them that night. There was no way I'd be able to stand there watching their tail-lights leaving without me.
The first person I told was my father, who was in complete agreement. Then I told my mother, old Tough Love herself, and she said I was staying there and that it would be good for me to quit being such a baby. In fact, she got my teacher in on this, and they were both trying in their totally constructive way to make me stay. What did I do? As I was sobbing, I punched my mother right in the tits and ran out and threw myself in the car. My father was furious that my mother tried to make me stay. Looking back, (and I realized it even then) it was a miracle they didn't get divorced any sooner than they did.
Anyway, after that sad little story, I'll sign off for the day. I'll be getting back on during the week and updating to let you all know how it's going up there in the hinterlands. And if any of you are Verizon customers and want to chat with me for free in the evenings, e-mail me and I'll give you my new cell number and you can keep me company.
It reminds me of Family Night at Outdoor School when I was in fifth grade. Up until that time, I'd been to maybe two slumber parties and a bunch of overnights at my grandparents' house. But that was it for familial separation and I was miserable at this week-long camp. I'm not sure why I was so wretchedly home-sick, but I made myself physcially ill over it. My parents and little brother showed up for Family Night, and I basically insisted I was going home with them that night. There was no way I'd be able to stand there watching their tail-lights leaving without me.
The first person I told was my father, who was in complete agreement. Then I told my mother, old Tough Love herself, and she said I was staying there and that it would be good for me to quit being such a baby. In fact, she got my teacher in on this, and they were both trying in their totally constructive way to make me stay. What did I do? As I was sobbing, I punched my mother right in the tits and ran out and threw myself in the car. My father was furious that my mother tried to make me stay. Looking back, (and I realized it even then) it was a miracle they didn't get divorced any sooner than they did.
Anyway, after that sad little story, I'll sign off for the day. I'll be getting back on during the week and updating to let you all know how it's going up there in the hinterlands. And if any of you are Verizon customers and want to chat with me for free in the evenings, e-mail me and I'll give you my new cell number and you can keep me company.
April 14, 2005
This was Fun
During the outage, I received a very entertaining e-mail regarding this site. Ages ago, I posted about a greedy E-bay user hogging up a bunch of shirts, one of which I was hoping to buy. And in that post, I listed that person's E-bay user name (christinemurray) and said she should rot in hell. So that's the back-story. Here's the e-mail:
hi, my name is christine murray. i am NOT the ebay user that you told to rot in hell. however, that is my name and i am extremely insulted by your comments.
my mother looked up my name on a search, and all she found was someone telling me to rot in hell.
thanks a lot. i hope a long lost friend doesn't try to find me and sees your nasty blog.
christine murray
So I realized that I totally need to print a quasi-retraction here. Any Christine Murrays out there who are not the E-bay user by that name, I do not want you to rot in hell. If, however, you are the one who sent me that e-mail, I'd like to state for the official internet record that I think you are a total wanker. What kind of goombaw would waste their time sending an e-mail out to someone they don't know about something that had nothing to do with them in the first place? Also (officially), if you are one of this person's "long lost friends," maybe this kind of looniness is why you got yourself lost in the first place, eh? And finally, if the only thing this person's mom could find on her name was that post, maybe she should get herself her OWN BLOG where she can say WHATEVER SHE DAMN WELL PLEASES.
hi, my name is christine murray. i am NOT the ebay user that you told to rot in hell. however, that is my name and i am extremely insulted by your comments.
my mother looked up my name on a search, and all she found was someone telling me to rot in hell.
thanks a lot. i hope a long lost friend doesn't try to find me and sees your nasty blog.
christine murray
So I realized that I totally need to print a quasi-retraction here. Any Christine Murrays out there who are not the E-bay user by that name, I do not want you to rot in hell. If, however, you are the one who sent me that e-mail, I'd like to state for the official internet record that I think you are a total wanker. What kind of goombaw would waste their time sending an e-mail out to someone they don't know about something that had nothing to do with them in the first place? Also (officially), if you are one of this person's "long lost friends," maybe this kind of looniness is why you got yourself lost in the first place, eh? And finally, if the only thing this person's mom could find on her name was that post, maybe she should get herself her OWN BLOG where she can say WHATEVER SHE DAMN WELL PLEASES.
Baby Jesus, It's Actually Working!
Jeez, no blog for a week! There were issues; Blogger took their own sweet time in figuring out the problem. I'm still planning on moving the site, but it looks like I'll at least be able to update now.
I did not get the job I interviewed for. Someone else, already worked for BLM, good qualifications...blah, blah, blah. And that's why I'm returning to Cascade in defeat this coming Monday. My employer wants me back to work now, and I don't think it's a good idea to quit (much as I feel tempted thinking about it). So I'm going to live in my dad's RV for the next month or so, then move into government housing when it becomes available in mid-May. Craptastic, eh? At least I get to work a 4-10 schedule, so I'll be able to spend three nights a week at home. My real home, not my camper home. *cry*
Really, that's the biggest news lately. I hope I still have some readers left after the outage...
I did not get the job I interviewed for. Someone else, already worked for BLM, good qualifications...blah, blah, blah. And that's why I'm returning to Cascade in defeat this coming Monday. My employer wants me back to work now, and I don't think it's a good idea to quit (much as I feel tempted thinking about it). So I'm going to live in my dad's RV for the next month or so, then move into government housing when it becomes available in mid-May. Craptastic, eh? At least I get to work a 4-10 schedule, so I'll be able to spend three nights a week at home. My real home, not my camper home. *cry*
Really, that's the biggest news lately. I hope I still have some readers left after the outage...
April 08, 2005
I H8 Blogger
Well, I've been trying to post for two straight days a week, and have had no success. I also have no reason to think this post will succeed where others haven't, but you gotta keep trying. I haven't even heard back from Blogger support on the requests for status information I've sent.
Mel is helping me transition to a new site with support by Movable Type, but she's got a lot going on right now with her upcoming wedding and the changes may not be implemented soon. I hate having to apologize to you readers for problems Blogger has created with its instability, but I guess someone has to step up to the plate.
I had a great interview yesterday and I'm hoping to hear good news early-ish next week. You know you'll all hear about it when I know something. (Blogger problems notwithstanding.) Thanks for hanging in there, readers!
Mel is helping me transition to a new site with support by Movable Type, but she's got a lot going on right now with her upcoming wedding and the changes may not be implemented soon. I hate having to apologize to you readers for problems Blogger has created with its instability, but I guess someone has to step up to the plate.
I had a great interview yesterday and I'm hoping to hear good news early-ish next week. You know you'll all hear about it when I know something. (Blogger problems notwithstanding.) Thanks for hanging in there, readers!
April 06, 2005
Cue "Gonna Fly Now (Theme from Rocky)"
I did it! I got the third lesson of my scratcha-frickin' Dreamweaver class completed. And it only took me two weeks to do a lesson that should have taken 30 minutes. I had to reload the software and start from scratch, but it worked. Whew...now I'm only four lessons behind. Hey, you gotta start somewhere.
So I found out that my job interview on Thursday is going to be a phone interview. It's killing me from the nerves because I'm so damned charming in person, and I just don't know if I can adequately charm the interviewers' collective socks off through the telephone line. On the plus side, it does mean that I don't go through a major wardrobe crisis tonight that would have continued on into the wee hours of the morning. That's a plus. And I've got (as my husband refers to it) The Zit That Ate Cincinnati on my cheek. It does detract in the slightest bit from my overwhelming charm. *shrug*
Any words of wisdom for the interview? Would anyone like to share the worst interview question and answer you've ever heard (or even spoken)? Because of his cruel comments about my complexion woes, I'm going to rat out my husband. He was asked in an interview, "If you could be any kind of animal, what would you be?" His answer: "Uh...an elk. 'Cause...they're majestic..." I guess his sheer eloquence didn't intimidate anyone--he was offered the job.
So I found out that my job interview on Thursday is going to be a phone interview. It's killing me from the nerves because I'm so damned charming in person, and I just don't know if I can adequately charm the interviewers' collective socks off through the telephone line. On the plus side, it does mean that I don't go through a major wardrobe crisis tonight that would have continued on into the wee hours of the morning. That's a plus. And I've got (as my husband refers to it) The Zit That Ate Cincinnati on my cheek. It does detract in the slightest bit from my overwhelming charm. *shrug*
Any words of wisdom for the interview? Would anyone like to share the worst interview question and answer you've ever heard (or even spoken)? Because of his cruel comments about my complexion woes, I'm going to rat out my husband. He was asked in an interview, "If you could be any kind of animal, what would you be?" His answer: "Uh...an elk. 'Cause...they're majestic..." I guess his sheer eloquence didn't intimidate anyone--he was offered the job.
April 05, 2005
Yay!
I have a job interview on Thursday! At least, someone called today while I was at the gym and wants to schedule one with me. This is for a job (since they haven't hired me yet, I think I can say) with the Bureau of Land Management as a "Fire Program Assistant," which is a nice way of saying "secretary." I'm hoping the fact that I've been a wildland firefighter in the past will serve me in good stead. That and I can type.
This is the job I'm kind of hoping for. Woot!
This is the job I'm kind of hoping for. Woot!
April 04, 2005
Hot and Bothered
Does anyone else reading go to saunas? And if so, do you tend to have really weird experiences in them, or is it just me?
We joined a gym that has both a men's and a women's sauna. Matt says nothing particularly odd ever occurs in the men's. Pretty much every time that I'm not in the sauna by myself, things that I find peculiar happen.
For example, early on I was sitting in the sauna, minding my own business. There was one other woman in there, and everything seemed fine. Then another woman came in and sat down on the bench above me. And she whipped out a bag of granola and an apple and had herself a little snack. In the sauna. With sweaty, partially dressed strangers in there. In fact, she actually dropped an oat or something on my shoulder at one point.
More recently, I went into the sauna and saw a couple of towels sitting on the bench. They weren't in my way, so I sat close to the brazier and started to heat up. Five minutes into the experience, a stark-ass naked older woman (50's? 60's?) walked in with a stack of wet t-shirts. She then hung them on the side of the brazier away from me, but seemed kind of huffy when I didn't move my legs into an awkward angle so that she could hang up her final piece of laundry. She sat in there for a few minutes on the towels (hers? or not?), maybe to make sure that I had no designs on her garments, and then walked out. Judging by the sounds, she headed for the showers and proceeded to cough, hack, and yark up lung butter into the floor of the shower for the next fifteen minutes. Then she came back, gathered up her t-shirts, and I later saw her naked ass just sitting there in the women's locker room.
The whole thing is starting to freak me out.
We joined a gym that has both a men's and a women's sauna. Matt says nothing particularly odd ever occurs in the men's. Pretty much every time that I'm not in the sauna by myself, things that I find peculiar happen.
For example, early on I was sitting in the sauna, minding my own business. There was one other woman in there, and everything seemed fine. Then another woman came in and sat down on the bench above me. And she whipped out a bag of granola and an apple and had herself a little snack. In the sauna. With sweaty, partially dressed strangers in there. In fact, she actually dropped an oat or something on my shoulder at one point.
More recently, I went into the sauna and saw a couple of towels sitting on the bench. They weren't in my way, so I sat close to the brazier and started to heat up. Five minutes into the experience, a stark-ass naked older woman (50's? 60's?) walked in with a stack of wet t-shirts. She then hung them on the side of the brazier away from me, but seemed kind of huffy when I didn't move my legs into an awkward angle so that she could hang up her final piece of laundry. She sat in there for a few minutes on the towels (hers? or not?), maybe to make sure that I had no designs on her garments, and then walked out. Judging by the sounds, she headed for the showers and proceeded to cough, hack, and yark up lung butter into the floor of the shower for the next fifteen minutes. Then she came back, gathered up her t-shirts, and I later saw her naked ass just sitting there in the women's locker room.
The whole thing is starting to freak me out.
April 03, 2005
The Return of the Errant Blogger
Life is short. The days are short. And due to stupid freaking Daylight Savings Time, this one has been a whole hour shorter than the one before. Anyone else out there think that it is an idea whose time has come and gone? God, I hate it. I'll hate it even worse when I have to wake up at what two days before had been 5:00 in the morning to go to work.
In other news, Matt and I held an open house yesterday. We are now officially awash in red wine, as most of the people who showed up brought us a bottle. I started joking that now that we had all the vino, we could hold the *real* house-warming and really get down and funky. It was a really good day and tons of people showed up. We got lots of good reviews on the house, and it was nice to see many of my friends from when I lived in Boise six years ago. Those who didn't show up will never be invited to my home again. (Kidding...)
Finally, I've decided my daily schedule is officially wackadoo. The weekends aren't bad, but I don't think I'm getting as much done as I'd like to be. Granted, an hour and a half spent commuting to Emmett several days a week is taking a big chunk out of the day, but I'm also trying to juggle working out, applying for jobs, taking my online class (and I'm still sucking the big one there), and having enough down time to stay sane. I'm afraid I may have to start prioritizing--a position I've never been in before. I suppose finding a regular job should be Priority #1, no? There may be light at the end of that tunnel, as I found out last week that I'm on at least two "short-lists" for positions that I've applied for lately. Fingers crossed, y'all.
In other news, Matt and I held an open house yesterday. We are now officially awash in red wine, as most of the people who showed up brought us a bottle. I started joking that now that we had all the vino, we could hold the *real* house-warming and really get down and funky. It was a really good day and tons of people showed up. We got lots of good reviews on the house, and it was nice to see many of my friends from when I lived in Boise six years ago. Those who didn't show up will never be invited to my home again. (Kidding...)
Finally, I've decided my daily schedule is officially wackadoo. The weekends aren't bad, but I don't think I'm getting as much done as I'd like to be. Granted, an hour and a half spent commuting to Emmett several days a week is taking a big chunk out of the day, but I'm also trying to juggle working out, applying for jobs, taking my online class (and I'm still sucking the big one there), and having enough down time to stay sane. I'm afraid I may have to start prioritizing--a position I've never been in before. I suppose finding a regular job should be Priority #1, no? There may be light at the end of that tunnel, as I found out last week that I'm on at least two "short-lists" for positions that I've applied for lately. Fingers crossed, y'all.
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