OMG! I’m not the only one!!!

May 31, 2013 :: 9:57 PM

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john fucking finnemore uses the word embiggen, too!

*happy dance* I’m not the only one holding on to the past!

Seriously - I just about shit myself when I saw this.

For the clueless - Finnemore writes “Cabin Pressure” and plays the always BRILLIANT Arthur.

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From the episode “Ottery St. Mary” because… well… OTTERS!

DOUGLAS: So that’s what? Ninety-seven – and three in the flight deck! A hundred!

ARTHUR: Brilliant!

MARTIN: No. Not in the flight deck.

DOUGLAS: Hypothetically.

MARTIN: I don’t care how hypothetical it is, I’m not flying with a live otter in the flight deck!

DOUGLAS: I don’t see why not. Historically, very few hijackings have been carried out by otters.

MARTIN: I’m sorry, but I don’t think the Civil Aviation Authority would be too keen on the idea.

DOUGLAS: To be quite honest with you, Captain, I don’t think there’s a whole lot about this plane full of unsupervised otters the CAA is going to love.

 


Liar, liar, pants on fire.

May 31, 2013 :: 5:09 PM

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whominions

I got thinking today, while reading bad fan fiction and watching even worse horror movies, that I’ve gotten pretty damn good at lying.

It’s always been there, of course. You don’t grow up as fucked up as I am and not learn to lie as a coping mechanism. I’ve just never been particularly good at it.

The wild stories and the promise not to tell anyone. Writing in a diary to keep track of the stories. Watching some of them have a life of their own. Watching a few of them actually become the truth.

My life has become a series of lies lately.

The pain and pleasure of the job interview circuit…

Why were you laid off? Why did you leave this position? Why should I hire you?

Lie. Lie. Lie.

If I tell the truth, you’ll know my big secret… you can’t know my secret. You’ll use it against me. So I make shit up. It’s not really a lie. It’s a minor stretching of the truth. I need to hide the bipolar. So I lie and pretend I’m fine.

Except for when I can’t lie and pretend I’m fine:

Describe how you deal with stress: I pop an ativan and hide in the bathroom, crying. Oh, no… wait. I take a deep breath, put on my big girl panties and plow through. I don’t get stressed. Stress is for pussies! I make stress my bitch… it’s never the other way around. Except that it ALWAYS is and I wind up popping an ativan and hiding in the bathroom.

Describe a time when a coworker made you angry and how you reacted: I screamed and yelled like a crazy person and then kicked him in the nuts. Wait, I meant to say that I popped an ativan, went into the bath… oh fuck. I took a deep breath, put on my big girl panties, and told him that this conversation… no. I popped an ativan and hid in the bathroom.

Describe an average day for you: Well, first I wake up hating myself. Then I think about how nice it would be if my heart would just keep it’s promise to kill me. Or maybe I should start getting drunk before I leave the house. Never mind… I bounce out of bed ready to start the day, mainline some coffee and… fuck it. I pop an ativan and hide in the bathroom until I absolutely positively can’t put off leaving any longer.

Wow. I sound like an addict, don’t I? Maybe that’s why I call my psych drug prescriber my drug dealer.

Seriously, it’s not really that bad. I don’t use the ativan as a crutch. That would be stupid.

However, when there’s a question on an application about being disabled (if it’s worded correctly, it’s legal. There’s a very fine line, though.), I’m always tempted to check “yes” and write in big letters “I’M SO FUCKED IN THE HEAD, YOU’RE GOING TO END UP WISHING THAT YOU HIRED SOMEONE WHO ISN’T BIPOLAR AND HEAVILY MEDICATED FOR YOUR PROTECTION.”

But instead, I take a deep breath, put on my big girl panties, pop an ativan and hide in the bathroom.

(Oh, black humour, I’d be so lost without you…)


*dance party*

May 31, 2013 :: 2:19 PM

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watson busts a move at buckingham palace

Let me start off with this:

WHAT THE FUCK, UNIVERSE?!?!

I’m going to assume that my new habit of slaughtering chickens in graveyards at midnight while dancing nekkid is working…

After telling me I wasn’t eligible for unemployment this go-round, the state sent me a letter letting me know they changed their mind. So, WOOOO! Income!

My interview today was AMAZING. Loved him. He wasn’t lying, though. The accounting office at this hotel is in a guest room. A GUEST ROOM. (Actually two: one for the controller and one for the assistant controller (me).) Big, windows, en suite bathroom, discounts at other locations. Only bad things: location (traffic’s a BITCH) and I have to go back to wearing suits.

While I’m meeting with him, one of my recruiters leaves me a message about scheduling an interview with ANOTHER company. As he’s calling to let me know they had to change the date, I get an email asking for a phone screen. 

When I’ve normally looked for a job, I’ve been in a position where I’m dying to jump ship and it’s generally not feast or famine. Right now, I have a lot of good options and I’ve got a lot of people asking me if I’d be interested in second interviews and they’re all looking to hire at the same time.

How in the hell am I going to make this decision?


When it rains, it pours…

May 30, 2013 :: 5:35 PM

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giggly freebatch

OK. Let’s recap:

1) Politcal group: NO

2) Tax software group: NO, NO, NO, NO (Dog bless that guy, he kept throwing positions at me all day. Unfortunately, they were all bad fits. *sigh)

3) Widget maker: guaranteed 2nd interview

4) Hotel: first interview on phone on the way back from the widget place turned into 2nd interview tomorrow

That was today… doesn’t even take into account the guaranteed 2nd interview from Wednesday’s meeting with the place that does the thing.

The best part, is that all 3 positions I have 2nds for need to hire ASAP.

I’ve never been in the position where I get to choose from multiple places all at the same time…

Damn. It feels good.

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OK. I have to fan girl. Sorry!

Someone asked me why I was so laser focused on Benedistraction Cutiepatch. He’s not necessarily “hot”, although I do find him easy on the eyes… but the more I dig into his work, the more his talent blows me away. And let’s not even bring up his personality! The more interviews, etc., I see with him, the more I’m convinced that he’s a five year old in a 36 year old’s body. (C’mon! That adorkable man is hard to NOT love.)

Atonement, Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, The Other Boleyn Girl - all period dramas, smaller parts, but he’s very good.

Star Trek Into Darkness - he plays the bad boy extremely well

Sherlock - the purple shirt of sex MUST be mentioned, but the way he brings Sherlock to life… you can see character growth there over the two series.

Neverwhere - radio show based on a Gaiman story, his voice! The amount of creepy that he pulls off as the angel Islington is enough to give me the heebie-jeebies. And he did it without any vocal effects.

Cabin Pressure - also a radio show, his comedic timing and the way he brings his character to life… I haven’t seen actors who can pull off the range of emotion he can in a simple sentence.

The man is pure talent with a voice that… mmmm… and well, the rest of the package ain’t so bad neither.

OK. Fan girling over… time to research for tomorrow’s interview.


Welcome back, panic attacks. I’ve missed you!

May 30, 2013 :: 12:51 PM

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The political group decided I wasn’t a good fit (no management experience).

The tax software group decided to hire from within… then, their recruiter let me know about a collections position that just came upon his desk. I am absolute shite at doing collections. I HATE asking people for money. It’s why I don’t work for myself… Passed that one up without a second thought.

Got an offer to interview for a decent position but it’s temp. With a possibility of temp-to-perm. I don’t have the emotional strength to even attempt something like that. What if it doesn’t work out? Then I have a string of temp to perm jobs that I couldn’t last at… eventually, I’ll have to throw those on my resume and I don’t want to. It’s bad enough I outgrow positions quickly and jump to something new within a year or two… now I’d have to explain a month here, a few months there, here a month, there a month, everywhere a month month. Tam sucks at finding work. E-I-E-I-O

Ah, the depressed phase of a bipolar cycle + panic attacks + an interview in an hour.

This is *so* not going to end well.

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