The Good The Bad The Painful
The good news is that business is picking up as Autumn approaches and busy days are happening more often which is nice because they go by so much faster than days when business is minimal. The bad news is that we are hiring a new Mailroom Minion and that is made of utter fail and sucktasticness unless my buddy R nails an interview and comes to work with me, then it will be all win alla time. The painful is my hand which seems to be having issues today for no reason at fucking all. If this means that cooler weather approaches, all good. If not, well, the heat is going to fucking kill me. So my finger is all swollen up and hurts all the way into my palm, like a huge nail being driven into my hand all fucking day. What joy. Gah.
The job search for back home is also made of utter fail, it is too small a place to really be listed in Monster.com and the newspaper, which yes I have been checking every weekend when I am home, is empty of jobs. I haven't lived there for two dozen years so I don't know anyone anymore, this is going to be such an adventure. Yeah, I know, I don't move for a year, why worry yet.
Old slow computer is locking up when I try to post a comment on LJ, sometimes it locks up and I haven't done anything. I remember now why I needed a new one. But it is better than none or trying to keep the cranky laptop online. So no bitching about that, just happy to have some connectivity. Even if I can't load Failbook or AO3 or, well, much of anything. *sigh*
Tonight Tony Bourdain is in Turkey and then Kurdistan. I want a doner.
In weirder news I watched TV(on DVD) with mom this weekend and because the Universe likes to fuck with me, she has been watching Life on Mars(American) lately. We watched the episode where Sam finds out his dad was a total scumbag. And we watched the episode where Sebastian Grace flirts with all the girls and maybe some of the boys. Cheyenne Jackson (and according to imdb that is really his name) was fabulous as Sebastian and the resemblance to Elvis kind of creeped me out, then I read online that he has already played the King, so at least I am not the only one that noticed it. Then last night I dreamed that he was a cross dresser and we had a whole conversation about the unfairness of this for me, finding him attractive as both a boy AND a girl and I can have neither. SUCK! My psyche really is determined that I will die conflicted and celibate. (because no, there is nobody in Douglas I want to fuck, really, not.)
So yeah, not even sure if that is good or bad. All I do know is that I really REALLY want a copy of him singing the song that he sang on the show at the end, it was fanfuckingtastic.
The job search for back home is also made of utter fail, it is too small a place to really be listed in Monster.com and the newspaper, which yes I have been checking every weekend when I am home, is empty of jobs. I haven't lived there for two dozen years so I don't know anyone anymore, this is going to be such an adventure. Yeah, I know, I don't move for a year, why worry yet.
Old slow computer is locking up when I try to post a comment on LJ, sometimes it locks up and I haven't done anything. I remember now why I needed a new one. But it is better than none or trying to keep the cranky laptop online. So no bitching about that, just happy to have some connectivity. Even if I can't load Failbook or AO3 or, well, much of anything. *sigh*
Tonight Tony Bourdain is in Turkey and then Kurdistan. I want a doner.
In weirder news I watched TV(on DVD) with mom this weekend and because the Universe likes to fuck with me, she has been watching Life on Mars(American) lately. We watched the episode where Sam finds out his dad was a total scumbag. And we watched the episode where Sebastian Grace flirts with all the girls and maybe some of the boys. Cheyenne Jackson (and according to imdb that is really his name) was fabulous as Sebastian and the resemblance to Elvis kind of creeped me out, then I read online that he has already played the King, so at least I am not the only one that noticed it. Then last night I dreamed that he was a cross dresser and we had a whole conversation about the unfairness of this for me, finding him attractive as both a boy AND a girl and I can have neither. SUCK! My psyche really is determined that I will die conflicted and celibate. (because no, there is nobody in Douglas I want to fuck, really, not.)
So yeah, not even sure if that is good or bad. All I do know is that I really REALLY want a copy of him singing the song that he sang on the show at the end, it was fanfuckingtastic.