grrrrrrrar
How bad is it that I can't honestly tell if the person IMing me from a company I applied at and interviewing me is REALLY them or just mIGHT be the guy that wouldn't fucking leave me alone for the past few months? How bad is it that I have to wonder?
How bad is it that I wish it were somebody else trying to get info on me? *sighs*
I'm so going to a job recruiter after thanksgiving, I'll use whomever Cindi was with. No, really. I mean it. I've had it up to *here* with exes having their friends call me and pretned to give interviews, and having to doubt every company I get an email from. Seriously.
Eitehr that, or I'll become a nun. Given my honest to god chances of getting what I want, even with help, I think it's a viable option. Problem with threatening that, of course, is that God may decide he wants me and therefore makes sure nothing goes right just to get my service.
Bugger.
Anyway
Yesterday was mostly very humorous. I went with Tasha to go see Bridget Jones 2, which certainly wasn't as good as the original, because having a good guy and being dumb about him just hits a little too close to home for me... but the lesbian kiss was a hoot.
WHat was funnier was that she found some old pictures, including one of her with Ryan--who she had this huge crush on in high school. He played an evil landlord in my senior year play, and his make up ended up making him look like hitler. Tasha did follow spots, and "I Love Hitler!" was written all over her notes up there.
We teased her about this mercilessly (especially when he climbed up into the loft to see what was there, and she freaked out) and even last night was no exception. :) She wondered what she saw in him, and I said "It must have been the hitler-esque-ness."
So when Bridget says that everybody deserves a second chance, except hitler?
Yeah, we nearly died.
~me.
How bad is it that I wish it were somebody else trying to get info on me? *sighs*
I'm so going to a job recruiter after thanksgiving, I'll use whomever Cindi was with. No, really. I mean it. I've had it up to *here* with exes having their friends call me and pretned to give interviews, and having to doubt every company I get an email from. Seriously.
Eitehr that, or I'll become a nun. Given my honest to god chances of getting what I want, even with help, I think it's a viable option. Problem with threatening that, of course, is that God may decide he wants me and therefore makes sure nothing goes right just to get my service.
Bugger.
Anyway
Yesterday was mostly very humorous. I went with Tasha to go see Bridget Jones 2, which certainly wasn't as good as the original, because having a good guy and being dumb about him just hits a little too close to home for me... but the lesbian kiss was a hoot.
WHat was funnier was that she found some old pictures, including one of her with Ryan--who she had this huge crush on in high school. He played an evil landlord in my senior year play, and his make up ended up making him look like hitler. Tasha did follow spots, and "I Love Hitler!" was written all over her notes up there.
We teased her about this mercilessly (especially when he climbed up into the loft to see what was there, and she freaked out) and even last night was no exception. :) She wondered what she saw in him, and I said "It must have been the hitler-esque-ness."
So when Bridget says that everybody deserves a second chance, except hitler?
Yeah, we nearly died.
~me.