Special Sauce

A mish-mash of twisted thoughts from a fevered ego. Updated when the spirit moves me, contents vary and may have settled during shipping. Do not open towards eyes. Caution: Ingestion of Special Sauce may cause hair loss, halitosis, and a burning sensation while urinating.



So, I'm back at my house to pick up some more clothes because I may very well have a job interview this week. One of the Temp Agencies called to say they had 2 similar positions, with similar hours and pay grades that would be a good fit. AND? They don't suck. So I said I'd really like the one where I'd be able to wear biz casual (since I already have the wardrobe) and we'll go from there.

Also? That was the high point of yesterday. I "held down the fort" for the administration at the codger corral yesterday. I was four people. And I was OK until the tour that they weren't supposed to schedule, but did anyway, came in. Grizzly Addams's (Because yes, a cross between grizzly and gomez.) estranged wife & dau. came in to tour over the weekend and toured it, liked it, and wanted to get him a day pass from the hospital to see the place too. All well and good. Shouldn't have taken that long. Right? Uh. No. Took TWO HOURS!!! TWOOOOO HOUUUUURRRRS. And the poor receptionist was going NUTS because the phone was ringing off the hook, and I couldn't help her. Gah. Bad. The rest of the night was kind of downhill from there.

Diesel... well, her parents know that she massacred the cushion, and that she's humping her bed and biting the living hell out of it. They were planning on getting her a new bed before they left anyway, so it's ok. This morning she seems to be done with that. Which is good, because there were chunks of bed all over the living room. I'm going to take some thread and a needle back with me and sew up what she destroyed, just so she can keep using it for the next few days. (She ahs other options too, so it's not dire, but I'd like to keep the shredding to a minimum.)

Elvis is overjoyed to see me, and the feeling is mutual. Really, I am not a dog person. I don't like being bound to having to be home at certain times to let them out, the barking, and that dog SMELL. Guh. Hate. Diesel's a good dog, and doesn't do much with the barking, but I wouldn't want to live with her forever, I don't think. I'll stick to kitties (big, lumbering, hulking ones).

Not much else to report, yet. I'll keep you posted on the job thing...


Blogger GoddessAradia said...

Yay! I finally got to your blog! Goddamn that took forever!

Good luck on the job! Biz casual rocks!

11:55 AM  
Blogger Special Sauce said...

Yarr, this mac won't let me do a few things- probably their browser, so no posting unless I'm at my own house, it appears. anyway...

1. Lean Cuisine Pepperoni Pizza? Awesome.
2. Dark Chocolate Toblerone? Tasty. (and yes, I know how silly the two of those together is)
3. Coke Zero? Despite the annoying jingle by the incomprable G. Love, it's really tasty- better than Pepsi One and actually DOES taste a lot like real coke. Mama Like.
4. I got an email from someone today responding to my monster.com stuff- a NP manager job. Will call to learn more tomorrow- lets just hope it was nowhere I worked before! Hee!

6:44 PM  
Blogger parcequilfaut said...

Hoping. Hoping.

Throw some hope vibes my way that the german professor who wants her house cleaned will take me up on reduced rate cleaning for private tutoring. Because that? Would be the schiesse.

CDH, all you had to do was go to my sidebar! Weirdo.

4:34 AM  
Blogger GoddessAradia said...

yes! and thats what I did freak!

10:32 AM  

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