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Archive for June, 2007
29
Jun
Coolest thing ever
28
Jun
Craving
Baked potatoes with plenty of butter.
I was actually a good girl and did responsible stuff tonight!
…now where’s my cookie?
My cat has a favorite spot she likes to sit in on the back of the couch. However, if I carelessly drape a jacket or sweatshirt across it, regardless of the garment’s position, she will insist upon sleeping on it for hours. Longer if the garment is black.
Cats are so darn contrary.
I have things to do tonight, plans derailed by Brendan’s jesting link to a fan fiction site with a number of stories that I became entangled in for more time that I intended.
I have computer proficiency tests to do for the staffing agency that I interviewed for today, since my interviewer couldn’t convince the computers to do her bidding when I was there. I’m procrastinating. Those tests are so tedious. I also need to re-format a bit of my resume–a task that is always a challenge, as Brennian created the document for me in a rather decorative and pleasing style, the result of which being that any time past that I desired to change anything, I invariably had to fiddle with it for a good period of time to keep the lines and bullets in the right places. Probably, I should just make a new one, create something with a little less flair but a bit more functionality, but I like flair, and the project will be time-consuming (says the girl who just spent a few hours reading fan fiction).
I have projects I want to work on, and others I have promised attention to.
I have not had dinner yet, and though I feel that I should, I also find that I lack the motivation at the moment. If I had something to pick at — a box of leftovers from dinner at a resteraunt, perhaps — I would surely stand at the counter with a fork in one hand and an open poly-styrene container in the other, but I fear that lazy dining is not an option at the moment. More’s the pity.
My cat has returned to her spot, not at the far inside corner, as she favors, but on top of the black skirt I draped over the couch back after my interview this morning. She has even abandoned the velveteen covering of my stool that collects her hair so well in order to shed on my dark-hued clothing. How touching.
27
Jun
not yet awake
The caffeine is trying to work its magic.
In a little while I have to shower and locate clothes for my interview today. Unfortunately, I fear that the place I’m interviewing is a staffing agency, not the actual hiring business, which is disappointing. Having worked through staffing agencies before…well…they just tend to be a little annoying, and as a temp, you aren’t really ‘part of the team’…just hired help, and employers and co-workers tend to treat you more like slave labor. But still, a job is a job and money is money, so wish me luck!
I also plan to check out some local bars (that are not entirely gross and creepy) to see if I can put my bartending classes to good use. I mean, it IS still kind of food service, but at least the tips are way better. And I DO have fun mixing drinks, especially when people tell me that my Ice Teas are awesome and come back for them regularly. As long as I don’t have to work for the Negris again.
So, I did a search for ‘Negri’s’ in Google images, and it kept asking me if I meant ‘negros’. This reminded me of something amusing. One night I was sitting at home channel surfing, and ‘Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner’ with Sidney Poitier was on one of the classic movie channels.
I watched a few minutes of it during the commercials on the other show I was watching, and found myself momentarily taken aback when the daughter proclaims to her parents that she had never imagined that she would fall in love with a negro. It is often so interesting to watch movies or read books that were written in a different time period, when the way people looked at a particular subject was very different than the way that my generation has been brought up to do. I experienced a similar moment of startlement a couple years back watching the movie ‘Stripes’ with Bill Murray–
– even though it was made in my lifetime, I was quite surprised when the recruiter blatantly asked Bill and his friend if they were gay while he was enlisting them. Today, that would be considered completely unacceptable, but as recently as the 1980s, it was considered a completely fair question to ask.
I apologize for the long pointless ramble, but as I mentioned, caffeine still kicking in. I’m prone to wax badly philosophical before my brain is working properly.
In other news, Briggs and I started re-watching Bleach yesterday — this time with English dubbing! Hurray!
<– yay! Bleach!
And now I need to go shower! Hurray!
