September 8, 2010

• let's break open old wounds, shall we? yep, Mittens calls me, crying her eyes out (once again), about this and that and everything else miserable under the sun.  she wishes the world would explode like a paint can thrown onto a bonfire (nice metaphor). as she's pondering the reasons for her miserable existence, she goes way back to her childhood and expounds on an over bearing highly religious father that she still fears [...an hour and 10 minutes go by before the story gets all the way up to where she is currently].  just like old times, but back then it was all easier to listen to because I had feelings for her.  today, I found myself feeling uncomfortable and trying to change the subject to funny things that her dog (Rosie used to be her dog) does (like the sneezing/barking story I told yesterday).  she doesn't put 2 and 2 together (my life is miserable because I expound on every thing miserable=misery).  i imagine, even if she had come into huge amounts of money, and moved to where she considered to be the greatest spot on earth, with a mansion to her floor plan specs, and a man servant to cater to her every need, and the perfect husband,  she'd still find something miserable and dwell on it in her teary eyed drama queen fashion. now, having said all that, I find it better than ok to cry over a dog that she just lost, but everything else within the conversation is just...I wanna grab her and shake her violently, and say just let go! not everything needs to be over-dramatized.  ya know what I mean?! [said in an over-dramatized fashion]  it's bad when I gotta hit the decompression chamber, after a phone call from her, to rid the body of these noxious misery rants. nothing like an emotional case of the bends.

  I visit Manpower temp agency yesterday.  I'm still in their computer from when I worked for them 6 years ago! all I had to do was update my address and phone number and I was good to go. now for the dog's sake, I put in my preferences that I'd like to work any shift as long as it's an 8 hour shift (for Rosie/potty sake).  they had nothing available, so I split. I apply for Gentex online (it's a car mirror factory here in town, that has "we're hiring" signs out front).  I also go to another temp agency  (Kelly Services) with the idea of signing up, but the place was beyond packed.  I'll come back tomorrow.  I call Manpower back the next day (today), and change my preference to any shift, 8, 10, 12 hours a day (we'll work out the Rosie/potty thing later). they still didn't have anything available.  I drive back to Kelly services.  It's a bunch less packed. I told the guy that I'd like to sign up, but he points at the clock and says I've just missed the deadline for applying (they take applications in the morning, and the rest of the day is strictly for whatever else? I obviously don't know how these places work). I told him that I'd be back tomorrow morning to apply.  he seemed more than enthusiastic about there being a lot of work available and what not. that's a good sign. I hope he's not just blowing smoke up my skirt (i'll find out tomorrow).  if, by chance, Kelly has nothing, I'll have to start wall papering the city with my resume (something I should have done anyway, but hey...) now I could agonize all I want about my money situation gettin' low and jobs being hard to find, but my beer is calling, and my ass needs to be seated on the front porch with nothing but pleasant thoughts, and maybe play some on-line billiards...and life is good!

  my plumbing work in the bathroom is doing well, but as I'm brushing my teef, I notice the floor is buckled due to water damage.  nice! it's prob'ly particle board sub flooring, that, like a sponge, expands ruining the tongue and groove floor nailed on top of it. oh well. it's not a biggy. I can live with a buckled floor. I'll fix it when I win the lotto
  

  mowed the lawn in hurricane force winds yesterday. by the time I was done, I felt like I had dirt and leaves stuck in every pore of my body.   man, I'm diggin' this cool weather at nights. I sleep like a rock when it's in the low 60's~

  oh yeah, beer...

   

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