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dolariJob hunting is terribly depressing work.
"But! You just went for an interview! They loved you!" You say!
Well, we said it before, too. Seems that what happened with the last temp agency may be happening with this temp agency - they're shutting down.
They were supposed to call me last Monday, didn't happen. I just assumed it was because of the MLK holiday. But Tuesday and Wednesday went by. I called on Friday during business hours and got their answering machine, with no way to leave a message. The EMail went thought - so I hope there's still a company for me to TRY and get a job with.
I'm trying hard not to get terribly depressed about this. I've had too many good days recently without going right into the crapper again. But I always get this wave of depression every time I go through the help wanted ads.
BTW, Apple, you keep saying you have a million jobs open, but why don't you call? Was it something I said?
Anyways, again, today was spent crunching my CDs down to MP3 (The new MP3 player ROCKS for road trips 10 HOURS WITHOUT SWITCHING CDS!) and Part Three of the Great Sausage Escapade is now up. The previous entries have part 2 and 1. The fourth and final part gets posted tomorrow.
My CD writer, though, is definitely going bonkers. I found out that after a certain position, it can't read anything...but it can write the whole CD just fine. This leaves me in a weird position of having to write a whole CD, then move it to my DVD player to read the whole CD.
Did I mention I'm buying a whole new PC when I get the money (sometime in 2062, it seems, when the Pentium XXXVIII is out)? I'm quickly running out of usable swappable parts.
I'm in a very melancholy mood right now. Watching anime does that to me, and there was an EXCELLENT episode of Cowboy Bebop on today...one that I thought was really really sweet.
Watching anime makes me cognizant of all the time I wasted trying to get my body right, instead of pursuing my real dreams. If I hadn't spent all those years trying to save up for my surgery and hormones and the like, I might have made it into the comics world, or the animation world, or even television writing. Instead, I've focused on all my tech skills (Cause techie stuff just "comes" to me) to get cash. Cash I never was able to save anyways.
Looking at those old '93 strips, and the "Archive" I have sitting next to me of stuff dating back to '87 makes me feel old and achey.
I hate my "affliction." It's ruined my life in more ways than one.
Shoulda woulda coulda.
Oh, I came to a revelation today. :) I've been having quite a few lately. This one in the shower:
I count, among my friends, a dwarf, several elves, a couple of trannies, a spiritualist, a private investigator/ghost hunter/dance machine/artist, several dommes and a man who eats disturbing tasting "Foodstuffs." And who do I consider mentally unstable? My biological family.
Put in one resume today. Gave it an extra "oomph." Better get a call back on it.
"But! You just went for an interview! They loved you!" You say!
Well, we said it before, too. Seems that what happened with the last temp agency may be happening with this temp agency - they're shutting down.
They were supposed to call me last Monday, didn't happen. I just assumed it was because of the MLK holiday. But Tuesday and Wednesday went by. I called on Friday during business hours and got their answering machine, with no way to leave a message. The EMail went thought - so I hope there's still a company for me to TRY and get a job with.
I'm trying hard not to get terribly depressed about this. I've had too many good days recently without going right into the crapper again. But I always get this wave of depression every time I go through the help wanted ads.
BTW, Apple, you keep saying you have a million jobs open, but why don't you call? Was it something I said?
Anyways, again, today was spent crunching my CDs down to MP3 (The new MP3 player ROCKS for road trips 10 HOURS WITHOUT SWITCHING CDS!) and Part Three of the Great Sausage Escapade is now up. The previous entries have part 2 and 1. The fourth and final part gets posted tomorrow.
My CD writer, though, is definitely going bonkers. I found out that after a certain position, it can't read anything...but it can write the whole CD just fine. This leaves me in a weird position of having to write a whole CD, then move it to my DVD player to read the whole CD.
Did I mention I'm buying a whole new PC when I get the money (sometime in 2062, it seems, when the Pentium XXXVIII is out)? I'm quickly running out of usable swappable parts.
I'm in a very melancholy mood right now. Watching anime does that to me, and there was an EXCELLENT episode of Cowboy Bebop on today...one that I thought was really really sweet.
Watching anime makes me cognizant of all the time I wasted trying to get my body right, instead of pursuing my real dreams. If I hadn't spent all those years trying to save up for my surgery and hormones and the like, I might have made it into the comics world, or the animation world, or even television writing. Instead, I've focused on all my tech skills (Cause techie stuff just "comes" to me) to get cash. Cash I never was able to save anyways.
Looking at those old '93 strips, and the "Archive" I have sitting next to me of stuff dating back to '87 makes me feel old and achey.
I hate my "affliction." It's ruined my life in more ways than one.
Shoulda woulda coulda.
Oh, I came to a revelation today. :) I've been having quite a few lately. This one in the shower:
I count, among my friends, a dwarf, several elves, a couple of trannies, a spiritualist, a private investigator/ghost hunter/dance machine/artist, several dommes and a man who eats disturbing tasting "Foodstuffs." And who do I consider mentally unstable? My biological family.
Put in one resume today. Gave it an extra "oomph." Better get a call back on it.
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<I count, among my friends, a dwarf, several elves, a couple of trannies, a spiritualist, a private investigator/ghost hunter/dance machine/artist, several dommes and a man who eats disturbing tasting "Foodstuffs." And who do I consider mentally unstable? My biological family.>