Sunday, June 25, 2006

[/frustrated] aka: I Want What I Want, When I Want It!

Hmmm. Setting up my own web shop is becoming more complicated than I expected.

Paypal's free shopping cart is not providing me with:

  • enough customer options for each item
  • enough shipping options to cover the shipping methods/costs I want to offer

Have spent the day exploring various other shopping cart options. Have not made any progress.

Thursday, June 22, 2006


I'm rather hyper right now. Between getting my knickers completely in a twist about my lunch being stolen; and the chocolate I ate; and the Denis Leary cd I've been listening to in the car to and from work...

And I just drove home from work, with Denis Leary on the cd player, singing along at the top of my lungs:

I'm just a regular Joe with a regular job.
I'm your average white suburbanite slob.
I like football and porno and books about war.
I've got an average house with a nice hardwood floor.
My wife and my job, my kids and my car.
My feet on my table and a cuban cigar.
But sometimes that just ain't enough to keep a man like me interested
(oh no) no way (uh-uh)
No, I've gotta go out and have fun at someone else's expense
(oh yeah) Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I drive really slow in the ultra-fast lane,
While people behind me are going insane.
I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, such an asshole)
I use public toilets and piss on the seat,
I walk around in the summertime saying "How about this heat?"
I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole (He's the world's biggest asshole)
Sometimes I park in handicapped spaces,
While handicapped people make handicapped faces.
I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole (He's a real fucking asshole)
Maybe I shouldn't be singing this song
Ranting and raving and carrying on
Maybe they're right when they tell me I'm wrong
I'm an asshole (he's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole (he's the world's biggest asshole)
Know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna get myself a 1967 Cadillac El Dorado,
hot-fuckin'-pink, with whaleskin hubcaps and all-leather cow interior and big brown baby seal eyes for headlights... yeah! And I'm gonna drive around in that baby doing 115 miles an hour, getting 1 mile per gallon, suckin' down quarter pound cheeseburgers from McDonald's in the old-fashioned non-biodegradable styrofoam containers... yeah! And when I'm done suckin' down those greaseball burgers I'm gonna toss the styrofoam containers right out the side, and there ain't a goddamn thing anybody can do about it. You know why? Because we got the bombs, that's why... yeah! Two words--nuclear fuckin' weapons, OK? Russia, Czechoslovakia, Romania, they can have all the democracy they want...they can have a democracy cakewalk right through the middle of Tienamen Square and it won't make a lick of fuckin' difference, because we got the bombs, OK? John Wayne's not dead--he's frozen! And when we find a cure for cancer, we're gonna thaw out the Duke and he's gonna be pretty pissed off. You know why? You ever taken a cold shower? Well, multiply that by 15 million times--that's how pissed off the Duke's gonna be. I'm gonna get the Duke and John Casavetti and Sam Peckinpaw and a case of fuckin' whisky and drive...
(Hey, hey, hey, hey, you know you really are an asshole?)
Why don't you shut up and sing the song?
I'm an asshole (I'm an asshole, he's an asshole)
I'm an asshole (He's the world's biggest asshole)
Everybody, A S-S H-O L-E
Ay Ay-Ay Ay-Ay Ay-Ay
A-thoom A-thoom-thoom A-thoom-thoom A-thoom-thoom
I'm an asshole and I'm proud of it!


Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Is it bad?

Is it bad that I enjoy listening to The Copacabana? On my mp3 player, at work? And I do a (hopefully) subtle little dance in my chair as I listen?



Oh, dear. I dance even more enthusiastically to Uncle Fucker, from the South Park soundtrack. [shock]

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Any writers looking for a job (just a small job)?

I have a terrible fear of writing. Not here on this blog, but for things like school papers and reports for work and stuff like that.

And so I'm finding I'm having trouble writing the cute little blurbs that would go with each bracelet I'm offering on the website I'm trying to build.

I know we have some writers out there in Blog land.

Would anyone be interested in helping me out with writing some blurbs for my bracelets? We're talking about maybe 10 or 12 bracelets; and possibly a handful of headings. I could send you the pictures and list what each bracelet is about. I've no idea what someone might charge for this kind of thing, but I'm willing to pay.

Please pm me if you're interested.


Monday, June 19, 2006

People who should be living in the nut house shouldn't throw stones!

Maybe I'll elaborate on this later.

A cookie to the first one to guess who's been throwing the stones.

Friday, June 16, 2006

This just in:

I got the job.

There was a voicemail from the HR girl when I got here this morning, and an email with another application to fill out. Got that to her this morning, and just met with her.

The offer was a little less than I wanted, but I think I can make it work. I can work many more hours in the summer (and that's their peak season so they are well able to let me work all the extra hours I want), and the benefits are great. Plus, as Jake gets older, I will be available to work more hours.

Just told Brenda that I accepted the offer. She's thrilled. She was practically doing cartwheels. It seems that she has been fighting HR this whole time to be able to offer this part-time position for this pay rate. It's not normally done, but Brenda fought for it.

Big load off my shoulders.

I have a real job!!!


Thursday, June 15, 2006

News, not sure if good or bad

I finally approached Brenda about the job (again).

Turns out she is still fully on board with wanting to hire me. The stalling out is by HR. What could be bad is that apparently it is HR who will be deciding and negotiating the $$, and they are not the ones who love me and want to keep me.

But Brenda will light a little fire under HR to get them to contact me to discuss, as they are supposed to do.

And, yes, that part time job posting was specifically about the position for me.

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Yes, everything DOES have to do with Firefly.

Jake and I were watching one of those cooking shows just now. The host was visiting different cheesecake factories around the country to explore all the different types of cheesecake.

In a bakery in Chicago, our host and a baker were demonstrating how they make their cheesecake. Wearing white coats.

And blue gloves.

I began muttering: "Two by two...hands of blue. Two by two...hands of blue! Two by two...hands of BLUE!"

And now I want cheesecake, damn it!

So, this morning...

the posting is gone from the wall.

In my fantasy this means that it was meant for me all along, and it just had to be created and posted as a formality.

Brenda should be approaching me about the job any minute now...

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

I don't want to speak too soon...

but there's a new job posting hanging in the kitchen here at work. It's the job I applied for, and it's specifically listed as part-time, 28 hrs. per week.

Is it for me?

Is it for me?

Is it for me?


I'm afraid to ask the boss lady, in case it's just a cruel joke and the answer is NO.

Friday, June 9, 2006

Losing hope

So, I applied for a permanent position at the place where I'm temping. And I interviewed with the boss. In April. I had thought it went swimmingly. They loved me. They wanted me. The only hitch was that I needed more money than the position usually paid. (I'd wanted to apply for a higher-up position, but the boss said she needed someone full time for that, and I'm looking for part time.) We left it that she'd talk to The Powers that Be about how much she could offer me, and then we'd talk again about what their offer could be and what my bottom line was. It all sounded very good.

After not hearing a word for several weeks, I asked her where things were. She said she didn't know yet. I asked how long she thought it might be, and she said, 'a couple weeks'.

That was over 3 weeks ago.

Today, I'm just in a very discouraged mood and am not really motivated to get anything done here today. Is she working with TPTB to try to squeeze them for as much as she can so she can hire me because she loves me and wants me so bad? Does she already know that she can't hire me for the $ I need and so she's stringing me along to keep me here for the summer? I've been checking other job listings but I'm not seeing much out there. I don't really feel like starting all over for a job where the $ is just as low. I HATE job hunting. Do I push her into giving me some kind of answer? If the answer is, 'sorry, can't keep you', then I need to go find something else. Do I just keep coming here every day and not ask? Does that make me look like a wussy pushover?


Monday, June 5, 2006

Letter Meme

This is a letter Meme. I've been given a letter and need to list 10 things about me that begin with that letter. I've been assigned the letter "J" by the lovely bettie, and I'm realizing it's probably the most significant letter there could be for me.

  1. Jacob: We'll start with the most important "J" for me, my wonderful son. He's very smart, and sensitive, and funny, and gorgeous. Not that I'm biased or anything.
  2. Jon Bon Jovi: My favorite singer, and frontman to my favorite band, of course. I've been drooling over him for about 22 years now.
  3. January 15, 2005: The beginning of the Worst Time of My Life, when I found Michael dead. It's been a long road, but I feel I'm back on track now.
  4. (Shirley) Jackson: One of my favorite writers. My first introduction to her was the short story "Charles", in eighth grade English class. This led me to Life Among The Savages and Raising Demons, both of which I am totally in love with. Also enjoy "The Lottery". Need to get more of her fiction.
  5. Jean: My mom. Her guidence and influence is responsible for what I am today. [code: The crazy psycho-bitch screwed me up royally.]
  6. John: My dad. The sane one of the bunch. Has always worked hard for his family, and spoiled my mom rotten. Very wise.
  7. Jonathan Kellerman: Another of my favorite authors. I love his 'Alex Delaware' novels. I own and have read and re-read 19 or 20 of these books.
  8. July 31: My birthday, which I am proud to share with Harry Potter and JK Rowling (Whom I could have added as another "J" for a favorite author, but I feel I was getting a bit heavy on authors).
  9. (Hugh) Jackman: One of my newest crushes. He's SO yummy.
  10. Jared Padaleki: My other crush. But he's so young! [blush]