Ah.
Today is a pretty good day.
My room is clean. I even threw a rug over the cat puke stains-- Meow Mix will do a number on a beige carpet, no matter how fast you clean it up-- until I can get them steam cleaned. I discovered that Silent Bob likes the Beasties and the Dead. I was playing them while cleaning, and she was tearing around like a whirling dervish. If she could have figured out a way to do it, she'd have been on the ceiling. Loved 'em.
(For whatever reason, Mooj also likes the Dead. Go figure.)
Most of my bills are paid, at least the ones that could cause a potential fine or disruption of service if not paid are taken care of. The car's scheduled to get inspected on Thursday, and I'm probably working Thursday and Friday as "office bitch" and receptionist, respectively. I'm half tempted to see if I can pick up Monday, because it'd be time and a half.
Friday's Stoltzfus's annual Fourth of July extravaganza on the roof. Despite the fact that I think the city's mayor is a total tool, and he looks an awful lot like Mayor McCheese, he does do a great fireworks show. And that fireworks show? Just happens to be set off about a block, block and a half from Stoltzfus' house. So annually, he invites his friends over to barbeque on the roof, watch the show, and get covered in ash. It. Is. AWESOME.
So this week I'm not feeling quite so revolting, and I did get my paperwork back to the county. I checked, and a level 2 is higher than a level 1, so I'm thinking the pay would be fairly decent. I just need to work on this WordPerfect stuff. Still having trouble sleeping, because my mind is going a zillion miles a minute, but I think I'll load up on our friend Benadryl tonight, and sleep till I feel like waking up.
Woot.
posted by Special Sauce @ 11:18 AM
4 Comments:
Hey Sauce --
Good luck with your state job...due to gross incompetence on the part of the commissioners, the job I want won't be available until a lot later than it's supposed to be, but I'mstill holding out hope.
Come work for me! I'm a cool boss. I took my whole staff to Chuck E. Cheese for the afternoon yesterday. Yeah, picture it...a bunch of 25-60 year old mental health professionals running around like idiots. We had a really great time.
I'm glad that you're getting yours soon, Sauce. Parce, I hope that yours shapes up soon. What kind of job? Good thoughts are wafting your way from Memphis.
Where aaaaaaaaare you???
ET, the County Commission does what it wants, when it wants, pretty much. This is a pain, but actually OK, as it gives me more time to get myself prepped for it, and my dad more time to talk to the clerk and find out if the position is the one he thinks it is, which wouldn't require anything I don't have, CV-wise.
Glad to hear it was just the PC...I've emailed you and was starting to do the Idiot Girl thing where I was sure you had decided you hated me for comparing your Maa to the Maa in the Janis Joplin song, or something silly like that.
I do have a good, new, UTC gig, which I'm going to blog about shortly.
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