One week, five days

March 12, 2013 :: 9:07 PM

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with that face, he either discovered some crack, some slash or red pants monday

I love the fact that the TiVo will record anything with a certain actor in it. Can you say Cumberbatch marathon? I’d forgotten he was in “The Other Boleyn Girl”... he plays Mary’s husband, before she becomes the King’s play toy. He’s also in “Atonement”. Interesting movie, but kind of boring at the same time. Plus, he’s got a mustache. Stachebatch is definitely not one of my favorites. 

So, Jack Parker announced his retirement yesterday. Not really a surprise, but wow. The man has spent 40 years as the head coach of the Terriers. FORTY YEARS. AT ONE UNIVERSITY. COACHING. Such an amazing career, even if some shithead players put a tarnish on it over the past two seasons.

Marshall left UCONN this year, too.

It’s been a bad year for my hockey programs… although UCONN managed to turn around their season and have made it to the Atlantic Hockey tourney. Hopefully, they don’t screw up… I’d love to see them do well, especially since they’re on their way to Hockey East, season after next. It’s time UCONN’s hockey program was taken seriously.

As for everything else…

The one position I didn’t want, I didn’t get. I knew I was done with the interview when he kept asking me about the year I spent at the CPA firm as opposed to my current experience. I was also done when I found out it was a three person accounting department with absolutely no chance for growth… I’m better than an A/P Clerk. I wouldn’t take a position like that unless it was the absolute last interview I’d ever have.

So. Not a big surprise that I got the ‘thanks, but no thanks’ email this morning.

The second company. God, I loved the job description and after the interview(s), I want that job more. They were originally going to make the decision yesterday/today. Then it became today/tomorrow. I haven’t heard a peep yet. Kind of freaking out about it. A lot. It’s frightening to have the perfect job plopped in your lap only one week after being shown the door… and to know that everything hangs on whether or not you were able to charm four different people, one at a time.

Here’s hoping there’s happy news tomorrow…


THE PURPLE SHIRT OF SEX!

February 28, 2013 :: 9:54 PM

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to make myself feel better (john’s jumpers joke not included)

holy. mother. of. fuck. is. this. accurate.


I’ve never filed for unemployment before…

February 28, 2013 :: 7:54 PM

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yup. pretty much sums up me right now (by the way, he’s an adorable hedgehog, ain’t he?)

About two weeks ago, I said Yeah, so the decision I’ve been putting off was pretty much made for me today. Fuck.

I saw the writing on the wall. They were hiring an Assistant GM. The piles of work I had dried up. I hadn’t had a raise since 2010.

But, I foolishly believed it would be different. I gave them three years (probably 4 if you count all the overtime I put in), almost wound up in a psych ward because I was afraid to let them down, and kept the company together during some of the worse bullshit I’ve ever seen.

I’m so glad I started looking for a job a few weeks ago, I’m so glad they gave me a severance package, and I’m so glad to be the fuck out of there.

I haven’t been happy for a long time, but I stuck through the crap because I thought it would be worth it…

... and it wasn’t. It so totally wasn’t.

C’est la vie

Time to move on to bigger and better things.


This is why…

February 11, 2013 :: 11:03 AM

So.

New blogging style.

Let’s discuss, shall we?

1) There’s a lot of bipolar bullshit going on behind the scenes. Once I decided to embrace it (finally, really, truly embrace it), it became obvious that things need to change a lot. I’m dealing with what that means and how it affects people I (used to/still do) care about. It’s not an easy thing to deal with and it’s definitely one of the harder things I’ve needed to come to terms with.

2) I’m still reaching out to kids on tumblr who sound like they could use a sympathetic ear and someone to talk them off of the ledge. It’s exhausting, but if I can make one person feel better, then it’s worth it. There’s a lot of screwed up people out there. I’m struggling to reach the light at the end of the tunnel myself right now, but I do find peace in knowing that it will get better. It always does. It’s been four kids in two months… but I’m not built to walk away from them. It’s not my style. These kids - it’s weird, I know - but they become friends over shared obsessions. It’s an odd friendship, but I’m going to the wedding of a guy I met 15 years ago online and we’ve only met in person once. What’s stranger?

3) There’s some other drama going on - some of it mine, some of it not. It’s hard to talk about certain things when it’s hard to tell who the audience is. I’m kind of cruising through my stats, but just because the source is a certain state, doesn’t mean that it’s so-and-so. It could be someone new. Without knowing for sure, and without having to password protect, I’m having a hard time being comfortable with blogging “my” way here.

4) Different things are important to me at different points in time. Right now, running away from my problems and concentrating on Superwholock is what I need to do. I need some distance and some perspective. Running away is giving me time to work through it. Whether my friends like it or not? Let me refer you back to Benedict Cumberbatch flipping the bird... If you pay for my hosting, my blog software license, and talk to me when I need you to, then we can talk about the content of my blog. Until then, bite me.

So there you go. I can guarantee you there’s more tumblr spam on the way. Delete me from your RSS reader’s subscriptions now if that’s not your thing. If it is, feel free to follow me on tumblr as well: I’m destiels-tardis-is-sherlocked.


And the Cumberbitch era begins…

February 09, 2013 :: 7:45 PM

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the six stages of becoming a cumberbitch

Yep.

Running away from my problems (the temporary solution) has resulted in a definitely unhealthy obsession with tumblr and the beauty of Benedict Cumberbatch.

See also: Sherlock. That damn opening credits sequence really makes me want to run to London and never come back.

 

*shakes fist at BBC America and Netflix for ruining my life*

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