Fifteen years

text exchange with “the chicken is boba fett” (the hubs)

I really wasn’t expecting his response. In retribution, I posted the conversation on Facebook and tagged him in it.

So his grandmother could see it.

After fifteen years, he still surprises me…

and that’s why I let him hang around.

Dear Yahoo!, welcome to tumblr

i’d be worried if they chose wincest

It’s been said that the SuperWhoLock fandom is the largest fandom on tumblr. I don’t know if that’s true, but it’s awesome that the SPN fandom decided to welcome Yahoo! in a fashion that truly reflects who we are.

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The other day, I mentioned companies giving email interviews instead of reaching out to do a phone screen… well, one of those actually worked in my favor and I have a phone screen with them tonight. I’m assuming this is interview two out of dog knows how many.

The weirdest thing about this is that this is a type of company I never thought I’d be interested in working for in a million years. It’s a political group that aligns themselves with the majority of things I support: LGBT equality, Planned Parenthood, the ACLU. (Yes, my inner liberal is showing.) But I’ve never been a political person. I wait until the night before election day to finally make my choice as to who to vote for, even if I already have an idea. I figure by that point, the candidates have already said everything they’re going to say. As long as we agree on my four main issues, I’ll vote for that candidate. What scares me about that is that one day, I may have to vote Republican. Of course, I highly doubt that will ever happen, but you never know.

I’m the worst person to talk politics with. I get emotional. I don’t make sense. If we disagree, I’m likely to hate your guts (temporarily) and hold a grudge (not so temporary).

Yeah.

But…it’s in Boston, they haven’t balked at my salary requirements, and I’m actually pretty excited to have the opportunity to work for a company like that.

In my favor: the fact that I worked for an environmentally friendly heating oil company. (No, you read that right. We blended waste vegetable oil into our #2 oil. Lowers the carbon footprint and reduces the dependency on foreign petroleum sources.) Of course, I didn’t take that job because I believed in what the company did, but as time went on and I got more educated, I grew proud of our product. It makes me look all environmentally friendly, even though that’s not one of my pet causes.

(HOLY CRAP! THERE’S A CHARACTER NAMED “AMY POND” IN THIS EPISODE OF SUPERNATURAL! When fandoms collide…)

Also in my favor: I also have a degree in marketing and experience in market research and advertising. Political group - they work on campaigns, so they may need new ways to get their message out.

Despite the ridiculous amounts of resumes I’m sending out, there are some positions I would kill for. THOSE are the ones I’m spending hours on - rearranging my resume to highlight what they’re looking for in the first few bullet points, and writing cover letters that dig into the job description and give details on what I did.  The others get a half-assed cover letter and a resume.

They hit three out of the four: equality, civil rights, reproductive rights. If I could work for a company that pushes for those causes…

Well, let’s put it this way…

It ain’t Sig Sauer.

CUMBERTREK!!!!!!!! (and the job search)

two of my favorite things: animaniacs and sherlock

Still not a huge fan of Star Trek, but damn that was an enjoyable couple of hours.

Seriously, anything with Quinto? Simon Pegg? My new crush Chris Pine? AND the Cumbercutie?

I may or may not have broken two of J’s fingers when I first heard that voice. If I hadn’t, I definitely did towards the end. Evil Cumberbatch is HOT. HOT. HOT. HOT. HOT.

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I also may or may not have made J listen to “Cabin Pressure” for the whole whopping twenty minutes we were in the car. He may or may not have laughed. Actually, he lost it when I played him the opening of the Christmas episode.

Which I will now share with you since I’m in such a damn good mood:

 

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Why am I in such a good mood you ask?

I just got an email from one of the companies I applied to on Friday. It took me forever to change my resume around, write the cover letter and research the company. FOREVER. But obviously, it paid off. It seems like it would be a good job… at the minimum my whacked out liberal ideals would be appreciated for a change. Plus, they might be able to use my marketing background as well.

The thing that bothers me - and this is minor, even though it’s not going to sound like it - is that this is the second company I’ve applied to that has sent me an interview type email. Thanks for applying. Hey! While we have your attention, here’s twenty questions we’d like you to answer. It’s ridiculous. On top of the time it takes me to actually prepare my application, now I have to go back and spend hours answering questions via email. It’s not like you can just fire off an email in response - these are GOOD interview questions and it’s hard to answer them in the right tone over email. How do you not sound desperate when you tell them your salary range is negotiable, but you’re looking to make $X? At least in person, you can gauge the reaction…

And when did it become OK to make THAT one of the screening questions?

If I ask it in the first interview, I’m rude. Unprofessional. So I have to go through the whole process blind - getting my hopes built up until I find that I can’t afford to take the position - but it’s OK to be written off in the first interview question?

*sigh*

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Maybe I should dump my drug dealer and go back to having my brain shrunk. I might be able to qualify for SSDI, and THAT would actually pay me better than unemployment (which, of course, I may not even be eligible for).

I hate this.

I hate feeling powerless.

I hate feeling like a drain on J.

I hate feeling bad that I just spent $18 to drool over a guy in a theatre when I can watch all the stuff saved on the TiVo or the Sherlock DVDs again and again for free.

I just want a real job interview. In person. Where I may actually have a fighting chance

*double sigh*

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Here’s a Sherlock/Cabin Pressure mashup to make me giggle…

 

It’s been a long day…

we need to talk about kevin

For the record, I’m bored.

Also for the record, I am crazy.

Also, also for the record, I an neither bored nor crazy enough to look for weird shit on FFNet.

Except, that’s a game of two truths and a lie right there.

Not only do people write fan fic for a RADIO SHOW, they ship Martin/Arthur.

Hard.

Now, I have this image of Benedict Cumberbatch (Martin) getting it on with Richard Hammond (that’s who Arthur reminds me of).

I think I need to go bleach my brain or something.

Why do we “whine” but the British “whinge”?

see? cas knows that pie is the way to dean’s heart

I’m starting to get feedback from recruiters, and I’m in this weird place of not being experienced enough or having too much experience.

I don’t know how to fix this.

Plus, I’m either too expensive or too cheap. Trust me, while I want to be worth $90K/year, and most of those jobs are surprisingly in my wheelhouse, my experience has been in small companies, so I’m an immediate “no”.

I have no idea how to fix that either. 

The best part of this ridiculous in-between is that I’m probably not going to be able to get unemployment because of the clusterfuck the last job became. Did I quit? Was I fired? I don’t know… And the cherry of top of THAT sundae? No one at NHES will talk to you. You have to go there, sit at a computer, raise the flag at that cubicle to get someone’s attention only to have them tell you, “I don’t know. Why don’t you file the claim any way?” Since I’ve already done that once, I just reopened my claim. I guess we’ll see what happens. 

Last time, I’d already been through several interviews at this point. I haven’t even had one outside of meeting with two recruiters in Boston last weekend.

I could go on and on and on about how worthless I feel. How bad it feels to get up in the morning and not know what’s going to happen. To send out 10 resumes a day and not get any feedback. To have several recruiters working for me who either aren’t getting feedback or are writing me off quickly because I’m under/over qualified.

I’m tired.

I’m frustrated.

I’m depressed.

Fuck.