Evil blazing orb of doom...
Apr. 16th, 2003 08:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeSo I'm sitting here, trying to get some work done, and the sun's blazing in the back window and reflecting off my screen so that I can't see half of what I'm typing. This is annoying as all hell. Stupid sun.
But, yay! April's back, and had a good time in Wales it seems. She got my package! Go me. And I have a lovely... and very pink... hippo named Elrond. Some day, April, you are going to have to tell me how all this came about. I'm dying to know how hippos became the bearers of the three Elven rings of power. Really.
Another day of job hunting today. I don't know why I bother to put that in here, it's not like I do anything else these days. Job hunt, write, job hunt, write. Catch up on Farscape's Season 1. Job hunt. Write write write. Game. Go to a movie with the J-crew... that is, Jim, Joe, Pirate John, and all those other J people. More job hunting. Phoning up stupid people who put ads in papers. Doing things online. Bleh. Today's jobhunt: Cort Furniture, Champion... something to do with glass and such. Kids 'R' Kids Quality Learning Centers.
And you know what? The kids place? It's all Joe's fault. Really, it is. I don't know if I put this in the DJ before, but...
Actually, now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure I mentioned this before. Oh well.
So, I was at Joe's birthday party, getting glared at by my sailor boy's ex, the Bitch Queen of Doom, and we're all having a good time. And there are a few kids running around, somewhere between 3 and 13... my brother's age. Go me. Le sigh. The 3 year old's kind of cute too... with her 2 boyfriends and 3 girlfriends. Poor girl isn't old enough to understand that society has branded those terms with different meanings, she just put the words together. Friends who are girls or boys. Oh well, she'll learn.
And Joe's spent the first half hour or so picking the girl up and tickling her. And then I get involved somehow, I think eventually by the sheer dint of being the only one who can understand her. NavyBlue says she speaks Greek. I think she just speaks 3 year old. I don't know why I'm the only one who can understand her. She sounded perfectly coherent to me.
Especially when she comes flying across the room, away from Joe, arms outstretched towards me, shrieking and giggling "Save me! Save me!" It was priceless. Cute, and priceless. And very very silly. My sailor and Joe got such a kick out of it. Granted, I did to. So that's why I figure, a job at Kids 'R' Kids can't be THAT bad.
I hope.
I hope, though, that I ultimately get picked up for the Federal Job. Or Jobs. Or something. Federal jobs are nice; the benefits are good, and you get all the nifty holidays. It's kind of confusing... what's a GS-this that or the other number, and all that.. I mean, I figure 'Government Service' or something, but... what does it mean? Oh well. Here's hoping I get the job. They don't start reviewing applications till next week though. Yuck.
Not much else going on, so I guess I'll get back to fiction writing. Ta.
But, yay! April's back, and had a good time in Wales it seems. She got my package! Go me. And I have a lovely... and very pink... hippo named Elrond. Some day, April, you are going to have to tell me how all this came about. I'm dying to know how hippos became the bearers of the three Elven rings of power. Really.
Another day of job hunting today. I don't know why I bother to put that in here, it's not like I do anything else these days. Job hunt, write, job hunt, write. Catch up on Farscape's Season 1. Job hunt. Write write write. Game. Go to a movie with the J-crew... that is, Jim, Joe, Pirate John, and all those other J people. More job hunting. Phoning up stupid people who put ads in papers. Doing things online. Bleh. Today's jobhunt: Cort Furniture, Champion... something to do with glass and such. Kids 'R' Kids Quality Learning Centers.
And you know what? The kids place? It's all Joe's fault. Really, it is. I don't know if I put this in the DJ before, but...
Actually, now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure I mentioned this before. Oh well.
So, I was at Joe's birthday party, getting glared at by my sailor boy's ex, the Bitch Queen of Doom, and we're all having a good time. And there are a few kids running around, somewhere between 3 and 13... my brother's age. Go me. Le sigh. The 3 year old's kind of cute too... with her 2 boyfriends and 3 girlfriends. Poor girl isn't old enough to understand that society has branded those terms with different meanings, she just put the words together. Friends who are girls or boys. Oh well, she'll learn.
And Joe's spent the first half hour or so picking the girl up and tickling her. And then I get involved somehow, I think eventually by the sheer dint of being the only one who can understand her. NavyBlue says she speaks Greek. I think she just speaks 3 year old. I don't know why I'm the only one who can understand her. She sounded perfectly coherent to me.
Especially when she comes flying across the room, away from Joe, arms outstretched towards me, shrieking and giggling "Save me! Save me!" It was priceless. Cute, and priceless. And very very silly. My sailor and Joe got such a kick out of it. Granted, I did to. So that's why I figure, a job at Kids 'R' Kids can't be THAT bad.
I hope.
I hope, though, that I ultimately get picked up for the Federal Job. Or Jobs. Or something. Federal jobs are nice; the benefits are good, and you get all the nifty holidays. It's kind of confusing... what's a GS-this that or the other number, and all that.. I mean, I figure 'Government Service' or something, but... what does it mean? Oh well. Here's hoping I get the job. They don't start reviewing applications till next week though. Yuck.
Not much else going on, so I guess I'll get back to fiction writing. Ta.
