missdirected.net

Just To Let You Know...

I think it went great. I've been assured I made the first cut. I should hear back by Friday to set up my interview with the owner. And for once I can relax in an interview - they are more concerned with finding someone that fits into the personality mix than finding someone with the right skills. Skills can be learned. Dynamics? Not so much.

We Interrupt Your Regularly Scheduled Program!

If my site goes wonky for a bit later today, please don't be alarmed, it's just Pete switching me over to EE.

What's That Saying About Doors And Windows?

So yesterday, I got beat down. I was way more hurt by that stupid email saying I wasn't making the cut than I should have been. Other things piled on top of that and by the end of the day I was a teary mess. I bailed on the gym and went shopping. There were some shoes that were being held for me, so I headed out to pick those up. Then I hit Target and bought a rug for my living room. I ended the night vegging with Gordon Ramsey and a big salad.

And then today dawned. I woke up early, was in a good mood, and look relatively good because we have a client coming in today. And then my phone rang. It was a number I didn't recognize, so I answered it.

It was a recruiter. His client pulled my resume and is interested in me. They are a firm that provide advertising and web graphics to law firms. They want someone who has worked in both fields. It's an office manager position. The average age of the employees is 28.

And today at lunch, I'm meeting with the recruiter for my screen.

More About That Bitch, Karma

So when I spoke to the recruiter at the company I want to work for, she said I was perfect for the position. Now, I've been interviewed about 300 times now, so I know they all say shit like that. But it doesn't sting any less when the recruiter emails you and tells you you didn't make the cut, but to "Have a great day!"

Pasta vs. Pastries

Down with cheese loving surrender monkeys, up with hot Italian men!

While France played better for most of the game, they botched it when it counted and lost it all.

~~Anybody know where I can see a video of Zindane headbutting that guy?~~ And what the fuck kind of name is Zinedine Zindane? It sounds like a drunken co-ed singing a Spice Girls song. Heh.

Karma Can Bite Me

You know it's sad when you see someone has bashed in part of your car and when you call your mom to whine about it the conversation goes like this...

"I don't understand why things like this keep happening to me. I mean, am I a bad person?"

"No, of course you're not a bad person!"

"Well, everytime it looks like things may be about to turn around and some good stuff might start happening to me, it's like life thinks I'm getting to full of myself and slaps me back down. When the hell are good things going to happen to me?"

"Yeah, I've been thinking good things were going to start happening to you for years, and yet, here we are, still waiting."

When even your mom thinks your life sucks, that's pretty bad.

Bang Bang, I Used To Shoot You Down

It's Friday! Whee! Of course, last night when I was talking to my mom, I told her I wasn't going to weigh this week. I knew I was awful over the weekend, I hadn't been to the gym in a full week, and I'd drank enough beer to get Zimbabwe drunk. And then this morning rolled around, and, glutten for punishment that I am, I stepped on the scales.

And burst into tears.

I will not post my weight today, but I will say this - if I really gained as much weight as the scale says I did, then I effectively erased 8 weeks of work in one week. Ms. Pants says it's water weight. I'm now obsessing about everything I put in my mouth over the last week and trying to gauge its saltiness.

2 bowls of chips and salsa at Mexican restaurant? Salty.
1,935 tortilla chips with homeade guacamole? Salty.
17 different kinds of meat at Fogo? Salty times 17.
2 hotdogs and some fries at the Black Crowes? Yup. Salt.
Chinese food Tuesday night? Oh yeah.
King Size Baby Ruth - covered in peanuts? Saltalicious.
Curry on Wednesday? I'm guessing probably yes on the salt.

Aside from putting that down and now feeling like a total pig, I also realize that I ate enough salt this weekend to keep a whole cow fresh for a month back in the old days.

So this weekend? Lots and lots and lots and lots of water. Well, and maybe some beer.

Silence.

One year ago today, I was anxiously awaiting my first trip to Scotland. I was sitting at work, trying to get my shit done so I could escape for a week without worrying. I was so hyper I could barely sit still, and then I read the news.

One year ago today, 52 people lost their lives to terrorism. Countless others were impacted. We are no closer to winning the war today than we were then, and innocent people are still losing their lives everyday in the name of this never ending crusade.

For all of those people, and their families, I take a moment and remember.

For My Own Personal Reference

Dear Self,

The opening band that you liked Sunday night was called Robert Randolph & The Family Band.

The Black Crowes song that you could wail was called "Seeing Things." Find a copy of this song as soon as possible, as it gave you chill bumps.

Rock on,

MissDirected

Whoa

So yesterday I was too tired. Today I'm too busy. Maybe tomorrow will be juuuuuuuuust right. Mostly because it's Friday, and I plan to fuck off most of the day.

I think we should do away with weekends and work 3 days, 1 day off, work 2 days, 1 day off. It makes the week go way the fuck faster. Who's with me?

Gotta Love Coworker Chat

So my coworker, BB... Well, her sister got arrested Monday for possession. She was standing in line to change into her orange jumpsuit when they told her she was free to go. Apparently, if she'd made it into the room to change, it would have meant another 24 hours in jail as they processed her out. And so we're discussing it.

BB: And girl, you know, you cannot wear anything that's not white. If your bra and panties are blue, too bad. You're wearing that orange jumpsuit commando style, and you have plenty of time to think about the skank that had it on before you.

MD: Ah, county jail. Single handedly fueling the market for white cotton knickers.

Bleh.

I have stuff to say, I just seem to be lacking the motivation to get it out of my fingers. I had a good weekend, and a very relaxing 4th, I'm just tired. It was dark and stormy this morning when I got up, so I literally had to force myself out of bed. The lingering sleepiness is refusing to let go. Maybe I'll be more motivated later.

We'll see.

One Happy Girl

Hoorah! I'm outta here in 3 minutes! Back home to my bed and to blissful, blissful sleep.

I Bet She Wants To Kick That Door's Ass!

This made me laugh so hard at my desk my boss asked if I was alright.

This gives me the same kind of pleasure I got from David Bowie getting hit in the eye with a lollipop while on stage.

Baby Steps Are Still Steps

For my records, I ate like a pig (ginormous pork chop, anyone?) and only went to the gym twice.

]]> Pound Count: 176.5
Pounds Lost: 30.5
Pounds 2 Go: 26.5