Friday, June 14, 2013

Well, when you put it that way…

Once again, tumblr to the rescue!

Yesterday was a day of schmoop and it was what I needed… I needed that reminder that I wasn’t alone. I needed that reminder that I do have a kick ass family.

Today, I got surprised when I got my thank you card from Annie for her shower gift. THE SCHMOOP! I’m not ashamed to admit that I burst into tears when I read it.

She really is the sweetest person ever. And it’s so not a problem for me to drive nine hours round trip to spend four at her bridal shower… it if was a problem, this friendship wouldn’t be four years old. It would have been over after that first trip to Albany with Instrument.

In addition, I got a text this morning which got me laughing until I cried:
There’s gonna be a special treat after I review deathly hollows 2… I’m working on an epilogue for all the surviving main characters… good shit, but don’t be drinking coffee after I post it.

I have an entry that’s been kicking around for a few days now. It’s schmoopy as fuck, but it’s an open letter to someone / a group of someones, who oddly enough, were some of the same people in yesterday’s schmoopfest. It’s definitely going to require some kleenex. Maybe not for the general public, but you never know… I guess it depends which me comes out to play when I get around to actually writing it.

(How many times have I said “schmoop” or some variant thereof? Too many? Schmoop. Schmoop. Schmoop.)

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In other news, the industry company didn’t make their decision today… I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. They’re saying it’s because the head dude is traveling.

I also applied for an accounting job with a regional sports network. I kind of feel like I’m back in college applying for jobs with hockey teams. It’s like the universe is telling me if I can’t be in the UK, maybe I belong back in sports/hockey somehow.

Thursday, June 13, 2013

It’s raining in Rensselaerville, baby…

It’s been an interesting day on Facebook.

College friends, high school friends, and friends from towns/villages I can’t even spell are lifting my spirits today.

It’s been hard work finding a job. There’s nothing out there that I’m qualified for that I haven’t already applied for. Even my recruiters are coming up empty handed.

But, we joked about FB introducing hashtags, #LoveActually, Jammie Dodgers and Jelly Babies, bitched about tourist season, remembered good times (and boys in drag), and quoted Counting Crows.

There was also a conversation about Bellatrix Lestrange and Hermione Granger being dominatrices and doubling up on Harry Potter, but that - thankfully - was off of Facebook. Some of my friends who don’t know about this blog (for a reason) definitely do NOT need to know that that might have been my contribution to the conversation. (Although “Spank my bum, Harry” started my decent into perversion, so he’s not COMPLETELY innocent in all of this.)

I lost count of the number of times that I choked on my coffee this morning, but holy crap it was so worth it. There was even a moment where I was cleaning snarfed coffee off my poor laptop. I have missed you, Duke of Stud, more than I think either of us could imagine. I’m glad you’re better - you’re more yourself than you’ve been in a very long time.

I mentioned the other day that I’ve been crap at “family” - it’s definitely the hardest of my three words. It’s also the one I tend to let slide in pursuit of succeeding with self and create…

I love when I’m reminded that the family I’ve managed to create for myself is pretty damn awesome.

Thank you guys - from the bottom of my heart.

I’m going to go cry now…

My new bestie

I have no idea how much this bag weighs. I’m afraid to find out.

Yes, I am well aware that the yoga block is peeeeeeenk. I just need it to hold the bricks in place. I should probably use velcro, too, but everything is jammed in there pretty tight.

I have both the GR1 and the Radio Ruck. I’m glad I “splurged” and got the RR. The GR1 is a little too long and hits my tailbone. This one is a much better fit, plus it’s smaller so it limits the amount of crap I can stick in it. I’ve read a lot about people over packing. The only other stuff I’m packing are some little tablets that turn the water into something gatorade-ish and some protein bars, and my $20 for an emergency cab.

I am still freaked out by the fact that I’m doing it.

I still can’t put into words why I want to do it.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again - breaking in a bag with bricks does it quickly, but I still wouldn’t recommend it.

Know why?

Four bricks are fucking HEAVY.

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Ativan + bathroom…

I’m too lazy to find the blog entry that I pulled the title from, but it’s in the archives somewhere.

I’m afraid of the direction my Cabin Pressure fan fic is heading in. I seriously want to pop an ativan and hide in the bathroom until after my muse sits in the corner, thinks about what it’s done, and gives me a more comfortable storyline.

That said, let’s move on…

Last night at knitting, the women were all talking about technology and how much they liked/disliked about phones, Kindles, etc. They got on the topic of the Patriot Act and the government’s spying on people. A few of them don’t use the ‘club’ cards that stores have (CVS, Shaw’s, Rite Aid…). A few of them refuse to use an E-ZPass.

Considering how much of my life is online, I could only sit back and laugh.

All I can say is, for as much as I HATE the idea of Johnlock sex, my muse is forcing some Marlas sex into my fiction. I don’t know about the rest of you girls out there, but this female trying to write about two guys getting it on? I have a rough idea of how the equipment works because I’ve been with guys and well… you know, but other than that? I got nuttin’.

Dog. Bless. Google.

I really hope to hell that the government is monitoring my google usage right now. It’s pretty interesting…

Between trying to figure out how to become a German citizen based on Mom’s birth certificate, move to the UK, find a job, Mapquesting just about every location possible in both the UK (not strictly London) and greater Boston, the gay sex, and the stuff on how to murder a person (There’s a case!lock fic in my future, too. It’s being outlined now. It’s the first story I’ve actually outlined before writing… My muse REALLY likes that I haven’t gotten any negative feedback yet.), I’m sure there’s a list somewhere and I’m on it.

I’d like to extend a huge thanks to the gay men who host websites that focus on how to write pr0n, the forensic scientists who tell the clueless how blood spatter works and how to identify what sort of bullets/knives leave specific wounds, and the rest of the specialists who have written how-tos on anything else you can think of.

Actually, I’d be remiss without thanking all my fellow fan fic writers on tumblr who keep pointing me in the “write” directions (I misspelled it so many times, I’m leaving it there.) with their endless reblobbing of these links and articles. So, thank you, tumblr folk!

I think I’ve stalled enough. It’s time to go figure out how to write the mechanics of sticking something somewhere stuff ain’t meant to be stuck AND keep it to a T-rating. I’m not writing full on, overly graphic PWP. As much as I don’t mind reading it, it’s not something I’m comfortable writing.

No matter how much research I do.

Sweatin’ like Michael Jackson at a Chuck E Cheese

(Does anyone know where the title of this entry came from? I’ll give you a cookie if you can tell me!)

That was one of the hardest phone screens I’ve ever done. It was hard to separate being a sports fan from working for the arena which has absolutely nothing to do with the teams.

In my favor, however, was my experience in pro hockey and working with the ownership of the Toledo Sports Arena. 

The job feels a little beneath me, and I’m sure I botched the interview. Plus, there are a shit ton of people vying for this job. (I’ll bet the majority want to work IN sports, not for the company that houses the teams’ battlegrounds. There’s a difference.)

One of my recruiters called me this morning and tried to talk me out of accepting the offer at the industry company. (I haven’t even gotten it yet!)

After that one-two punch, I’m feeling pretty unsettled.

I just want this to end.

As much as I don’t want to, I should probably go ruck for a bit. The clock is ticking and focusing on not dying during the challenge will keep my mind off my shitty job search.

*sigh*