It's that time again
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PUMPKINS!



Hurray for nerdy gourd carving!


Breaking News: I am boring.
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1. I went to Ruby Tuesday for the first time in my life. If Chile's is the classier Applebees, then Ruby Tuesday is the classier Chile's ... minus the TexMex. I cannot say whether or not I liked it because I saw Miss Piggy incarnate. I mean she didn't have a high pitched man voice, but still. She had that snotty attitude and she looked like a pig. I found it difficult to concentrate on my food. It's one thing to have a puffy pig face and a snub pig nose, and a poofy, short exceedingly un-flattering haircut; but if you're a snob on top of it... there is no redemption. She grimaced at the waitor. Twice. I bet she compensates for being homely by being a twat. Maybe it makes her feel better.

2. A couple of weeks ago (after working for this company for 6 months) I was finally offered the collections job. It was exciting and relieving. And then today, I was offered a different job within the company - as someone's assistant. I was told that I would be doing the same types of duties as I was at the job I "wasn't the best fit for" and was given the impression that the first job offer wasn't as certain as this second job offer. Let me just say: WHAT THE FUCK. I guess I should be pleased that they really want to keep me, but really? REALLY? I dont want to be anyone's assistant. I did that, it didn't work out. I want the goddamn collections job and I want it NOW. Fuck this nonsense.

3. This cat showed up this weekend. Our apartment complex has a stray cat problem, but I've never seen this one before. It's skinnier and more skittish than any of the other strays running around, and it has taken up residence atop this car.
        
Over the past few days I have built a rapport with this cat; enough so, that today it approached me and rubbed all up on my leg.  I have decided to earn it's trust, capture it, vaccinate and spay/neuter it, and find it a home (but not with me).

That is all

I love Halloween
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And I effing love the Legend of Stingy Jack. You gotta love a guy who can out-douche the devil.

Jack the blacksmith was a boozy swine, the likes of which has never been seen in Ireland before or since. As a child he had been a notorious prankster, but as he grew older his love of drink grew with it and he turned his pranks toward getting out of bar tabs. And so Jack the smith became known a only as Stingy Jack.  One Hallows Eve, as he was crawling from a pub where he had worn out his welcome to another pub where he was not yet unwelcome, Stingy Jack stumbled upon a corpse in the cobblestone street.

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The pumpkins... they're so nerdy!
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Dalek


Crest of Hyrule


Rage guy

Lessons in Ignorance
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Today at work, I learned two very important life lessons.

1. If you search for a movie title in America, then the search results should not include foreign films.
2. If your blu ray player doesn't work, blame Obama (read uh-bAm-uh) because it certainly isn't Bush's fault.

It takes all kinds...

In Loving Memory
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In Loving Memory
Cheyenna
Cheyenna
January 17, 1997 - April 9, 2010

Parker's trip to the ER
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Ugh, I am so fucking stressed out right now. 

I took Parker to the vet this afternoon for her DHLPP and Rabies vax, which stressed me out initially (b/c going to the vet stresses me out more than it stresses the dogs out, I don't know why). But she did fine and everybody who saw her loved her and she got lots of love and she did pretty well when she was getting her shots.

THEN.

Three hours later her face swelled up like a goddamn balloon. I looked over and she was lying in her bed squirming and scratching her face and I couldn't tell what the fuck was going on. So I'm staring at her, and the more she scratched at her face, the bigger and pinker it got. So I'm like fuck. I called her over and she looked like Goofy. Her face was massive. And I'm like: shit, vaccine reactions. So of course her vet is closed, so I have to call the emergency clinic, but my fucking phone gets no service in the house (why would I want a phone that works? that would make things just too easy). So I had to use Darren's go phone (which probably cost like five bucks to just to call, and I'm sure I'll get shit for it later) to call the ER. Well they told me to try Benadryl and if it didn't get better in 15 min then to take her in. So I ran down to RiteAid and got her some Benadryl... fifteen minutes later her face is twice it's normal size and she has hives on her back. So we had to take her to the ER. Fun times. Darren drove and I sat there holding her trying to be brave, but goddamn I was scared. Especially when she started wheezing. Fuck. So anyway it took a while to get there and we got lost. But they were able to see her right away and they gave her some IV antihistamines, but by that time she was covered in hives and the Dr. said it was an abnormally severe reaction.  So we sat in the waiting room with her to make sure they went down before we took her home. And $120.00 later we did take her home. Thank bob.  But here I am, still shaking and stressed. I'm gonna go have a beer.

ShinRa belt- Complete!
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PhotobucketJust finished the ShinRa belt for Darren's Zack costume... it's not great, but it's pretty damn good considering we got most of the material at Goodwill.
I also just finished Crisis Core... triste!  Damn, I love that game!
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bleh!
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bleh!

Yeah, I dunno. I was (re)making a chocobo for urbanberber but then I got bored with all the detail and did something... weird.
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interviewing with assclowns, aka: tl;dr
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On Monday morning, I was woken up (at like 11) by a woman called Magnolia calling to invite me to interview for a job. I thought she said something about insurance... I was tired and confused... so I gratefully agreed to come to this interview. Well I looked up the company later and it was and investing corporation, not and insurance company. So I'm like... greeeaaat... Then I do further research and it's not only an investing corp, but it's a terrible place to work. Lots of people complaining about having to pay for on the job training and ending up in debt after taking the job (as opposed to, yanno, making money). Lots more complaints about the interviewing process-  things like "they interview for hours and then ask you to pay for your licensing afterward, stuff like that.  So I was less than excited about my decision to interview for these buttwads.  And then I started getting stressed about it, cus fuck, I didn't want to go waste my time on a job I'm not interested in; and on top of that, I had to wear "professional attire" which apparently means a suit which I didn't own.

Anyway, I talked to my mom about it and she told me I needed a suit anyway. So I went out to buy one. Let me tell you, buying suits is a poop. And I hate shopping, so it was a double poop. I ended up wandering around the mall for fucking hours searching for a suit that wasn't complete ass. I finally found one that I could stand and shelled out 200 bucks for it. I was not a happy camper.  No. Much worse than that. If I have to spend more than seven dollars, I'm not a happy camper. So I turned into AmberRageBitch. And I still wasn't done shopping. I needed a stupid fucking button up collar shirt thingy. I thought: this shouldn't be hard to shop for right? Wrong. Fucking wrong. Apparently nobody likes to make them anymore. So I ran all around the mall all over again searching for a stupid fucking shirt and when I finally found some- they didn't fit. No size fit. They weren't made for women with breasts, and unfortunately for me, I have breasts. So once I found a size that fit nicely on my waste, it would barely shut around my tits; and if I found a size to fit over my tits, I would have to get a potbelly to fill the damn thing out. At this point I'm on the verge of homicide. So I rage quit shopping. I called Darren, who was wandering around the mall/surrounding area, to pick me up and take me the hell away. Long story short: $200 later I hated EVERYTHING. 

Ok so, today I went to that interview in my new suit which, now that I'm no longer in a fit of rage, I actually like. I knew going in that I wasn't interested in the job (but it's not like I could have called after I accepted the interview to tell them to shove it), but I just had to keep telling myself that it was good practice.  Anyway, I got in there and all the scathing remarks I'd read about the interview process were dead on. I had to try not to laugh. I sat through a one and a half hour powerpoint presentation about how awesome the company is. It went a little something like this: MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEYMONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY. Except a lot longer. But basically the guy stood up there and tried to sell me, and three other applicants, a sales job.  And when I say sell, I mean it. You don't get paid until you find your own clientele base (which could take upwards of 6 months) but you still get money from the company because you are BORROWING it from the company. So after shelling out $800 to get certified in financing, you have to take out a loan from the company every "paycheck" to live off of, pay your bills, etc... Also, there is no baseline salary, you make money SOLELY on commission.  Also there are no benefits.  No wonder people end up in debt after taking the job. 

So finally, I got into the one on one interview. I was asked the routine questions. I answered the routine questions. And when he asked if I was still interested, I basically told him no. They're looking for someone to stay there and work with the same people's finances for... well forever, and I want to go back to school. I'm not ready for a career, and I told them that. Politely. Because contrary to popular belief I can be very polite. So thanked me for my honesty and we parted ways permanently. Thank gawd. But dammit, I did it! I went to my first professional interview and I did pretty well, if I do say so myself. Even if my pants may or may not have been unzipped the entire time. Classy as usual.

And now: back to unemployment.

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