no job, but there's tv
as it is now officially wednesday, i can wish fleurrochard a happy birthday. may it be full of cake and good books and cute boys. :D and maybe podfic!
dancing boys: *two-step*
on friday i got let go at work, which to be honest wasn't a surprise and also kind of a relief. my boss basically said it wasn't fair to keep stringing me along indefinitely at part-time, and this way i can collect unemployment. (which i applied for today, which required going in, getting a number, going home to wait out some of the wait in my own living room, going back, and sitting in the office for like two and a half hours. they had walk-in hours and apparently everyone walks in on tuesdays.) so now i have to acquire health insurance and, er, find another job. yay?
i've been only sort-of employed for so long that being unemployed doesn't feel any different. i don't know if this is a good thing or not.
tonight i seem to be watching white collar for mozzie and peter. they are completely adorable together. i'm not so interested in the true story of neal's dad. and i just figured something out on the rerun. namely, the museum curator is supposed to think neal is banksy. you'd think the stencil he spraypainted on the wall would be more of a giveaway.... but no, i am just that observant. >.< ("he'll exit through the gift shop" finally pinged my terrible memory.)
i liked leverage on sunday, altho i really only have one thing to say about it. namely, i kept yelling "don't hit the car!" during the last scene in the warehouse, with all the shooting. and i find it hard to believe that packard didn't have any gas in it and nate had to fill the tank with vegetable oil. yeesh. and i may or may not have flailed at the tv and gone "it's a 1929 model a ford!" during one of the flyovers of the car show. it looked like a 1929 model a, anyway. but it is entirely possible i was wrong. but still, cargasm.
clearly we are all about the tv mini-commentary around here. i miss having something to squee about, by which i mean i miss having something to share squee about.
i kind of want to make pancakes, but it seems a little late in the evening to start griddling. tomorrow, tho, there will be pancakes. and karo if i can get the bottle open.
dancing boys: *two-step*
on friday i got let go at work, which to be honest wasn't a surprise and also kind of a relief. my boss basically said it wasn't fair to keep stringing me along indefinitely at part-time, and this way i can collect unemployment. (which i applied for today, which required going in, getting a number, going home to wait out some of the wait in my own living room, going back, and sitting in the office for like two and a half hours. they had walk-in hours and apparently everyone walks in on tuesdays.) so now i have to acquire health insurance and, er, find another job. yay?
i've been only sort-of employed for so long that being unemployed doesn't feel any different. i don't know if this is a good thing or not.
tonight i seem to be watching white collar for mozzie and peter. they are completely adorable together. i'm not so interested in the true story of neal's dad. and i just figured something out on the rerun. namely, the museum curator is supposed to think neal is banksy. you'd think the stencil he spraypainted on the wall would be more of a giveaway.... but no, i am just that observant. >.< ("he'll exit through the gift shop" finally pinged my terrible memory.)
i liked leverage on sunday, altho i really only have one thing to say about it. namely, i kept yelling "don't hit the car!" during the last scene in the warehouse, with all the shooting. and i find it hard to believe that packard didn't have any gas in it and nate had to fill the tank with vegetable oil. yeesh. and i may or may not have flailed at the tv and gone "it's a 1929 model a ford!" during one of the flyovers of the car show. it looked like a 1929 model a, anyway. but it is entirely possible i was wrong. but still, cargasm.
clearly we are all about the tv mini-commentary around here. i miss having something to squee about, by which i mean i miss having something to share squee about.
i kind of want to make pancakes, but it seems a little late in the evening to start griddling. tomorrow, tho, there will be pancakes. and karo if i can get the bottle open.