To all who read my mindless ramblings, bitchings and musings:
I love and appreciate all of you SOOOOOOOOOOOO much.
Please tell at least 2 people how much you love them today! (I'm not sayin' you have to stick to 2. If you wanna tell everyone you love them, that is cool with me!)
I know, strange post. I am feeling very Hallmark cardy right now.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Friday, July 18, 2008
Grrrrrrr
Why is it that people say they will call you by the end of the week and never do? Why can't they just say, "we will let you know"? By saying they will call me by the end of the week, I naturally assume that, hey, I will get a call by Friday. Here it is, 3:13PM on Friday and my phone ain't ringing. I'm not desperate, but me sitting around the house staring at my fucking phone and waiting for that call makes me feel like I am. It makes me feel week and stupid and, blech...desperate. I hate that. Oh well, it's still early...maybe he will call and say " Erin, we would absolutely LOVE for you to come work with us as a technician. You are exactly what we have been looking for." Maybe....
Sidebar: why the fuckity fuck can I never spell technician right? I always spell it technition. Secondly: when I spell it wrong, why does technician NEVER come up in the dictionary options? Frustrating...this is me being all frustrated and whatnot.
Sidebar: why the fuckity fuck can I never spell technician right? I always spell it technition. Secondly: when I spell it wrong, why does technician NEVER come up in the dictionary options? Frustrating...this is me being all frustrated and whatnot.
Monday, July 14, 2008
updates and such
You know when something is new and you can't stop doing it cuz it's fun and exciting and different and well...new? Then, that something becomes old and mundane and a constant reminder of all the time you have and they fact that you don't have a job and that you suck...do you know that feeling?
Well, that's how I feel about my computer. In the beginning, it was fun to sit outside for hours and plug away at my laptop, write on my blog and chill. Now, I just kinda stare at it with disdain. But that doesn't mean I should cease to write right? There's so many witty pundits and critisisms out there, all waiting to be put in my blog. I admit it, I let my little blog go stagnant. Like a plant not being watered, my words were all dried up and bitter. The problem was that I just didn't have anything of any value to say. Nothing funny, nothing witty, nothing even angry. I am here to say that I am back, ready to write. Ready to bring you back into the world of Erin, as crazy and rambunctious as that may be.
The most recent thing of note is a job interview I had today. It was a tech/driver gig for a coffee company. For all you office people out there: You know those coffee services in your breakroom that always work and never cease to run out of coffee? Well, I interviewed for a position to be the person that fixes those machines when they break and bring you all the coffee your office can handle. Also, installing new machines for new customers. I was super excited about it for 3 reasons. #1: I could continue to deliver excellent customer service while not being chained to a desk and be more "hands-on". #2: the job would teach me light plumbing, a skill worth it's weight in gold and which would transfer over nicely to a wastewater gig. #3: I love coffee and working with it would be cool. The guy liked me. I answered all the questions extraordinarily. I looked great, but not too great cuz I didn't want him to think I was way too girly for the position. Translation: I left the heels at home, wore a nice pair of khaki pants with my best mary-jane docs and a cute cardigan with a nice camisole that showed off my...assets nicely cuz quite frankly, a good pair of boobs only helps things along right? Right. The employment add asked for someone with a mechanical mind (I got's that) and someone with good customer service skills (I gots that in spades) and also that there was no experience necessary and that they would train. Sweet, it's a win-win. I gots this gig in the bag. And it would seem so. The guy even said that he wished he didn't have any more interviews and that he really like me! Here is the only caveat, and methinks it's a big one. He asked me if I would be interested in "Sales". Sales, huh. Say with me folks..."Sales". For those that know and love me, they know that I would rather lose my big toe than to do "sales". There really is no reason to keep putting "sales" in quotes, I just think it makes it look more ominous..so don't get all grammatical on me ; ) Why would it I be interested in "sales"?? Did I apply for a "sales" position? No. I sure didn't. Oh yeah, I'm a girl, so naturally I should be interested in "sales". How fucking sexist is that? I don't want a "sales" job. I want the tech job. I nicely reiterated that I was really more interested in the tech position. He said that he just wanted me to think about it, just in case he interviews and hires another applicant that has more mechanical experience. Which I get, I really do, but FUCK. Also, he said that I would have to pass a drug test. I said "that's fine, I have no problem with that". Then, this is where a bit of the sexist thing comes in again...He also said that should I be offered the tech position, that I would have to pass a physical. One that makes sure that I can manage all the "heavy lifting". Let me just say that the sentance prior to him telling me that little nugget was "Most of our machines weigh 20lbs and there is one that is too heavy to lift on your own, regardless of how strong you are, so anyone would need help lifting that". So, a question enters my brain..is he thinking that I am going to have a problem lifting 20lbs?? Do I look like a delicate fucking flower? I told him that I had no beef with the lifting and in fact I am stronger than I look. I went on (because at this point I needed him to know that just because I have a vagina instead of a penis, I can do manual labor and I felt I had to prove myself, shit...I digress...) anyways, I went on to say that when I worked at the winery that I regularly lifted cases upon cases of wine and champagne and that I could carry 2 cases of bubbly, each weighing 48-52lbs each, with ease. That seemed to drive my point home and he went on to tell me how much he liked me. Yay, point Erin. I just don't get it. I would never assume that because of ones gender, they could only do certain jobs. Hey, there are jobs I gladly leave to the boys. The dudes on Discovery's "Deadliest Catch" is one. Another is a prison guard. Not at a county jail, but at a maximum security deal. Even then, I don't begrudge a girl the opportunity to do those jobs at all. Go for it. I guess I am just frustrated. I think the frustration stems from the fact that it is proving super hard to get into the wastewater field, and I know it's because I am a girl. It's cool though. I will take my operators test in October and I will pass. I will keep plugging along, hoping that some Plant manager takes a chance on me. Who am I fucking kidding... I am hoping I apply at a time that they have to filll their State required "girl quota" and I will gladly take advantage of my "weaker sex" then : )
So there you go. Erin as of 3:02pm, July 14th. 4 cigarette's in and a little bit lighter due to walking 3+ miles a day. I could catch you all up on the mindless day-to-day crap that has taken place since my last post, but I don't wanna. I will say though that my neighborhood went OFF on the 4th of July. Hell, the neighborhood behind us lit up the sky like a war-zone. It was awesome!
Bye for now friends. I will try to post more here on out. Promise : )
Well, that's how I feel about my computer. In the beginning, it was fun to sit outside for hours and plug away at my laptop, write on my blog and chill. Now, I just kinda stare at it with disdain. But that doesn't mean I should cease to write right? There's so many witty pundits and critisisms out there, all waiting to be put in my blog. I admit it, I let my little blog go stagnant. Like a plant not being watered, my words were all dried up and bitter. The problem was that I just didn't have anything of any value to say. Nothing funny, nothing witty, nothing even angry. I am here to say that I am back, ready to write. Ready to bring you back into the world of Erin, as crazy and rambunctious as that may be.
The most recent thing of note is a job interview I had today. It was a tech/driver gig for a coffee company. For all you office people out there: You know those coffee services in your breakroom that always work and never cease to run out of coffee? Well, I interviewed for a position to be the person that fixes those machines when they break and bring you all the coffee your office can handle. Also, installing new machines for new customers. I was super excited about it for 3 reasons. #1: I could continue to deliver excellent customer service while not being chained to a desk and be more "hands-on". #2: the job would teach me light plumbing, a skill worth it's weight in gold and which would transfer over nicely to a wastewater gig. #3: I love coffee and working with it would be cool. The guy liked me. I answered all the questions extraordinarily. I looked great, but not too great cuz I didn't want him to think I was way too girly for the position. Translation: I left the heels at home, wore a nice pair of khaki pants with my best mary-jane docs and a cute cardigan with a nice camisole that showed off my...assets nicely cuz quite frankly, a good pair of boobs only helps things along right? Right. The employment add asked for someone with a mechanical mind (I got's that) and someone with good customer service skills (I gots that in spades) and also that there was no experience necessary and that they would train. Sweet, it's a win-win. I gots this gig in the bag. And it would seem so. The guy even said that he wished he didn't have any more interviews and that he really like me! Here is the only caveat, and methinks it's a big one. He asked me if I would be interested in "Sales". Sales, huh. Say with me folks..."Sales". For those that know and love me, they know that I would rather lose my big toe than to do "sales". There really is no reason to keep putting "sales" in quotes, I just think it makes it look more ominous..so don't get all grammatical on me ; ) Why would it I be interested in "sales"?? Did I apply for a "sales" position? No. I sure didn't. Oh yeah, I'm a girl, so naturally I should be interested in "sales". How fucking sexist is that? I don't want a "sales" job. I want the tech job. I nicely reiterated that I was really more interested in the tech position. He said that he just wanted me to think about it, just in case he interviews and hires another applicant that has more mechanical experience. Which I get, I really do, but FUCK. Also, he said that I would have to pass a drug test. I said "that's fine, I have no problem with that". Then, this is where a bit of the sexist thing comes in again...He also said that should I be offered the tech position, that I would have to pass a physical. One that makes sure that I can manage all the "heavy lifting". Let me just say that the sentance prior to him telling me that little nugget was "Most of our machines weigh 20lbs and there is one that is too heavy to lift on your own, regardless of how strong you are, so anyone would need help lifting that". So, a question enters my brain..is he thinking that I am going to have a problem lifting 20lbs?? Do I look like a delicate fucking flower? I told him that I had no beef with the lifting and in fact I am stronger than I look. I went on (because at this point I needed him to know that just because I have a vagina instead of a penis, I can do manual labor and I felt I had to prove myself, shit...I digress...) anyways, I went on to say that when I worked at the winery that I regularly lifted cases upon cases of wine and champagne and that I could carry 2 cases of bubbly, each weighing 48-52lbs each, with ease. That seemed to drive my point home and he went on to tell me how much he liked me. Yay, point Erin. I just don't get it. I would never assume that because of ones gender, they could only do certain jobs. Hey, there are jobs I gladly leave to the boys. The dudes on Discovery's "Deadliest Catch" is one. Another is a prison guard. Not at a county jail, but at a maximum security deal. Even then, I don't begrudge a girl the opportunity to do those jobs at all. Go for it. I guess I am just frustrated. I think the frustration stems from the fact that it is proving super hard to get into the wastewater field, and I know it's because I am a girl. It's cool though. I will take my operators test in October and I will pass. I will keep plugging along, hoping that some Plant manager takes a chance on me. Who am I fucking kidding... I am hoping I apply at a time that they have to filll their State required "girl quota" and I will gladly take advantage of my "weaker sex" then : )
So there you go. Erin as of 3:02pm, July 14th. 4 cigarette's in and a little bit lighter due to walking 3+ miles a day. I could catch you all up on the mindless day-to-day crap that has taken place since my last post, but I don't wanna. I will say though that my neighborhood went OFF on the 4th of July. Hell, the neighborhood behind us lit up the sky like a war-zone. It was awesome!
Bye for now friends. I will try to post more here on out. Promise : )
Monday, June 16, 2008
Yay for California!
Today's post is not about me, for a change. No complaining about boredom or joblessness. No whining about my poop class (which is over and I got a B!! woo-hoo!!!) or the fact that I am sitting outside with no smokes. ok, that was about me a little bit...but NO MORE!!!!
Today is about a decision made by the Supreme Court of CA back in May. A decision that goes into effect at 5:00pm this wonderfully balmy afternoon. The state has finally lifted the ban on same-sex marriages! At 5:00, every same-sex marriage that takes place will be legal. No more "commitment" ceremonies. Now they can get married and possibly fuck it all up just like the rest of us hetero's!!
In times where global warming is a constant reminder that we need to take care of the planet and the never ending wars and violence are a constant reminder that we need to take care of each other, it thrills me that I live in a state that has let this happen.
California, with all your wacky liberals and crazy laws and earthquakes and traffic and ridiculous housing prices....I have never loved you more and I have never been prouder.
Today is about a decision made by the Supreme Court of CA back in May. A decision that goes into effect at 5:00pm this wonderfully balmy afternoon. The state has finally lifted the ban on same-sex marriages! At 5:00, every same-sex marriage that takes place will be legal. No more "commitment" ceremonies. Now they can get married and possibly fuck it all up just like the rest of us hetero's!!
In times where global warming is a constant reminder that we need to take care of the planet and the never ending wars and violence are a constant reminder that we need to take care of each other, it thrills me that I live in a state that has let this happen.
California, with all your wacky liberals and crazy laws and earthquakes and traffic and ridiculous housing prices....I have never loved you more and I have never been prouder.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
madness with a side of lazy please
It's been awhile, my dears. It must mean that things have been so exciting and my days have been so jammed packed with goings on that I just haven't had time to blog right? Riiiiight. I wish I could say that. I've been lazy and quite frankly, the laptop has been bothering me as of late. It's like a reminder that I have way too much time on my hands. I open it up, check my email and some gossip and job sites, then shut it down. Let's see, it's 1:00 in the afternoon and I am still in my PJ's. I've had way to much coffee and not enough to eat. I have no desire to do anything today. The only appointment I had this week, I totally forgot about. It was yesterday. Lame lame lame. Days are really bleeding together now. I need to get a calender. One that I can write shit down on. My memory for dates is sucking.
I'm still unemployed, which is cool. Well, not cool cool, but the kinda cool that comes with accepting that there are things that have to come in time and that I have to be patient for. I have come to terms with it. I could get a job tomorrow if that was what was necessary. I am simply waiting for the right gig to come along. How many people have that opportunity right? It's a luxury that I am lucky to have. I need to just not be so hard on myself. The jobs that I haven't gotten, well..I have to believe there is a reason for that. They weren't right for me and would have kept me from a job that I really want to do. I have embraced the extra time and will run with it.
I spent Friday, Saturday and Sunday drunk off my ass. That's always fun. What for, you ask? My oldest nephew, Jimmy, graduated High School. I can't believe that the little boy that used to beg me to take him to Burger King and would sing "whomp, there it is" on cue when he was 2 is 18 and graduated. He is such an awesome kid. Love him to death and I couldn't be prouder of the young man he has turned into. Anyways, my sister in laws family from West Virginia was in town and there was lots of partying to be done. We were over there every night, making sure that the beer that my bro brews was up to par ; ) Good time's, I tell ya.
Not much else to write about. I could sit here and squeeze out topic after topic, but I don't want to force it. It's bad enough it's been so long since I have sat down and wrote. Besides, I am out of smokes. I'm sitting outside on a beautiful summer day and I can't even smoke. That is just irritating : )
I'm still unemployed, which is cool. Well, not cool cool, but the kinda cool that comes with accepting that there are things that have to come in time and that I have to be patient for. I have come to terms with it. I could get a job tomorrow if that was what was necessary. I am simply waiting for the right gig to come along. How many people have that opportunity right? It's a luxury that I am lucky to have. I need to just not be so hard on myself. The jobs that I haven't gotten, well..I have to believe there is a reason for that. They weren't right for me and would have kept me from a job that I really want to do. I have embraced the extra time and will run with it.
I spent Friday, Saturday and Sunday drunk off my ass. That's always fun. What for, you ask? My oldest nephew, Jimmy, graduated High School. I can't believe that the little boy that used to beg me to take him to Burger King and would sing "whomp, there it is" on cue when he was 2 is 18 and graduated. He is such an awesome kid. Love him to death and I couldn't be prouder of the young man he has turned into. Anyways, my sister in laws family from West Virginia was in town and there was lots of partying to be done. We were over there every night, making sure that the beer that my bro brews was up to par ; ) Good time's, I tell ya.
Not much else to write about. I could sit here and squeeze out topic after topic, but I don't want to force it. It's bad enough it's been so long since I have sat down and wrote. Besides, I am out of smokes. I'm sitting outside on a beautiful summer day and I can't even smoke. That is just irritating : )
Thursday, May 15, 2008
whoa- where was I when summer happened?
Yes, the news said there was going to be a heat wave, but there is something slightly wrong about it being 83 degrees at 8:30 AM. Seriously, I am outside having a smoke and a cup of coffee and it is already way too hot. Did I wake up in Arizona or something?
Update: It is currently 99 degrees. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck, it's hotter n' hades out right now.
Update: It is currently 99 degrees. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck, it's hotter n' hades out right now.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
A damn near perfect day....UNTIL
I was having a great day. A day that I may even go so far to say that it was grand.
I started off the morning with a good night's sleep. Waking up to a cup of coffee at eye level and a kitty by my side. I dress and have a cigarette with Rick before he is off to work. Tangent, why the fuck can I NEVER spell cigarette right? I have been smoking those goddamn things for the past..well, lets just say lot's of years and I never get the spelling right. Sheesh. Anyways, back to my good day. After the smoke, I sit down with my pop and finish up watching Transformers, which we had started the night before. He had never seen it. A complete travesty in my humble opinion. So we are watching said movie and sipping on coffee, Hannah the ankle biter nested between us. Side note: I cherish every minute with my daddy. They happen ever so briefly and I love every minute of it. Back again to story (I will try to stay on point..heehee). Transformers is done, I shower and bid adieu to dad. Hannah and I hang out and we go to the market for stuff. She falls asleep in the car on the way home (super duper triple bonus to my good day. LOVE it when she falls asleep!) and I unload the car. 15 minutes into the unloading process, Dusty comes over. He hangs while I put the groceries away and Candace picks up Hannah. Dusty and I are then on our way to play some golf. YAY!! I have someone to play with!!!! We go play 18 holes on a great course and have an absolute blast. I played really well. We chatted, drank beers, smoked and smacked some golf balls around. The sun was shining and it was nice and warm. Perfection right? Even the noxious fumes from the dead thing have abated a bit. I feed the cats and sit down to check email and putt around on the net till I have to make dinner. Mind you, 4 beers on the course have given me a slight buzz. I am downright joyful at this point. What's that sound? Oh, I have 2 voicemails. Dang, didn't even hear it ring. Ok. Checking VM's. First message, my hairdresser telling me he can get me in earlier than my previously allotted time..YAY! Woo-hoo!! Things are fantastic!!!! 2nd message: the lady at the staffing agency about the Wine Club position.... "Hi Erin, it's so and so from Nelson, I'm calling regarding the Wine Club position at St. Francis. Well, they actually decided to go with another candidate. Please give me a call in the morning to talk." Enter in exploding noise, cuz that's exactly what my good mood did. It fucking crashed and burned. What? Did I hear that right? They decided on ANOTHER candidate? You mean they found someone who had more than 5 years wine club experience and 17 years customer service experience? What the fucking holy fucking fuck-fuck????? Are you fucking kidding me? Really, they found someone better suited huh? I am SO fucking pissed off right now. If I didn't have to make dinner, I would be pouring myself the biggest fucking vodka collins this world has ever seen. I was a goddamn shoe-in. A shoe-in!!!!! I knew that chick had a bug up her ass about me being a wine club manager. Like I was going to go after her fucking job. Please, honey..have enough confidence in yourself to not be intimidated by my fucking experience. Can't you see that I would be a fucking asset to your operation? I do not want to even be in the wine industry anymore. I was more than happy to settle in to that gig for the 6 months temp that they wanted.
Fuck it all. I am making that fucking Vodka Collins.
I started off the morning with a good night's sleep. Waking up to a cup of coffee at eye level and a kitty by my side. I dress and have a cigarette with Rick before he is off to work. Tangent, why the fuck can I NEVER spell cigarette right? I have been smoking those goddamn things for the past..well, lets just say lot's of years and I never get the spelling right. Sheesh. Anyways, back to my good day. After the smoke, I sit down with my pop and finish up watching Transformers, which we had started the night before. He had never seen it. A complete travesty in my humble opinion. So we are watching said movie and sipping on coffee, Hannah the ankle biter nested between us. Side note: I cherish every minute with my daddy. They happen ever so briefly and I love every minute of it. Back again to story (I will try to stay on point..heehee). Transformers is done, I shower and bid adieu to dad. Hannah and I hang out and we go to the market for stuff. She falls asleep in the car on the way home (super duper triple bonus to my good day. LOVE it when she falls asleep!) and I unload the car. 15 minutes into the unloading process, Dusty comes over. He hangs while I put the groceries away and Candace picks up Hannah. Dusty and I are then on our way to play some golf. YAY!! I have someone to play with!!!! We go play 18 holes on a great course and have an absolute blast. I played really well. We chatted, drank beers, smoked and smacked some golf balls around. The sun was shining and it was nice and warm. Perfection right? Even the noxious fumes from the dead thing have abated a bit. I feed the cats and sit down to check email and putt around on the net till I have to make dinner. Mind you, 4 beers on the course have given me a slight buzz. I am downright joyful at this point. What's that sound? Oh, I have 2 voicemails. Dang, didn't even hear it ring. Ok. Checking VM's. First message, my hairdresser telling me he can get me in earlier than my previously allotted time..YAY! Woo-hoo!! Things are fantastic!!!! 2nd message: the lady at the staffing agency about the Wine Club position.... "Hi Erin, it's so and so from Nelson, I'm calling regarding the Wine Club position at St. Francis. Well, they actually decided to go with another candidate. Please give me a call in the morning to talk." Enter in exploding noise, cuz that's exactly what my good mood did. It fucking crashed and burned. What? Did I hear that right? They decided on ANOTHER candidate? You mean they found someone who had more than 5 years wine club experience and 17 years customer service experience? What the fucking holy fucking fuck-fuck????? Are you fucking kidding me? Really, they found someone better suited huh? I am SO fucking pissed off right now. If I didn't have to make dinner, I would be pouring myself the biggest fucking vodka collins this world has ever seen. I was a goddamn shoe-in. A shoe-in!!!!! I knew that chick had a bug up her ass about me being a wine club manager. Like I was going to go after her fucking job. Please, honey..have enough confidence in yourself to not be intimidated by my fucking experience. Can't you see that I would be a fucking asset to your operation? I do not want to even be in the wine industry anymore. I was more than happy to settle in to that gig for the 6 months temp that they wanted.
Fuck it all. I am making that fucking Vodka Collins.
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