Wednesday, November 06, 2013

I can haz temp job?

are you wearing any pants? no.

I have a lot to grumble about today, but I’m going to focus on two tiny little bits of happy:

1) I have a temp job for a CPA. 2 or 3 days a week to help him get ready for tax season. Depending on how long it takes to find a job, I could theoretically work for him through tax season. Who knows. Maybe there’s 40 hours of work there?

2) “Little Favour” (Benedict Cumberbatch, short film), was released yesterday. I’ve heard that it’s available in the US iTunes store, but I haven’t had a chance to check it out yet. Tonight or tomorrow, it will be mine.

(And a bonus: PARIS and HARTFORD are still getting hits and kudos. The interest in the Cabin Pressure fic is also driving traffic to the Johnlock fic. Whoo! I guess I’m a decent writer after all. *giggles*)

Tuesday, November 05, 2013

Quicky update

oh, hell, i ship it, too

The problem with jumping back and forth from fandoms that center on the same actor is that you get very confused as to whether or not he’s got ginger (auburn) hair or ebony hair, whether or not he’s taller than his partner or shorter… DAMN YOU, BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH for being so chameleon like!

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Had an interview yesterday that was weird. I can’t go into details, but I think - if they offer me the job - I’m not going to take it. I’d rather hold out for the chance to get a second interview with a restaurant…

I need the money, badly, but I don’t think I’d last long there.

I do have an interview today with a CPA for a temp job. The money is better than most temp jobs, and it will keep me busy through the holidays. The recruiter seems to think it’s a slam dunk.

Who knows…

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Fucking BBC is airing the first episode of the third series of Sherlock on December 15th. IN A MOVIE THEATRE. Tickets go on sale November 12th, but how can I justify to the hubs that I need to take off to England for the shortest weekend trip in history?

*grumbles*

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My friend, Jesse, from the Ameros (Albany band), is running for Mayor today. I wish I could vote for him. He’s a Republican, but his politics mesh so closely with my own, that I’d love to see him in office. He really has the capability to change the world if people would take a chance on him. He’s smart. Well spoken. Really, really, really has an excellent head on his shoulders. You don’t find most people his age to be that mature…

Shall I say it again? I’m so damn lucky to have my Albany family, and that it’s ever expanding.

Friday, November 01, 2013

A tale of two Thursdays

awwwwwww

The good Thursday:

1) I started yesterday off with a kick ass interview at a restaurant chain. I wasn’t sure I wanted to work in a restaurant ever again (two start ups will do that to you…), but I really like the idea of working for them.

They just started the interview process, so who knows how long it will be until I get any news.

2) I saw the National Theatre Live’s showing of “Frankenstein” featuring one Mr. Benedict Cumberbatch. It was really good. HE was really good.

The neat thing about this production was that Cumberbatch and Johnny Lee Miller switched roles every night. I wish he had played the Creation instead of the Doctor, but I really enjoyed both performances.

The best part was when they showed this AMAZING picture of the Cumberbabe before the movie and the older woman behind me gasped (GASPED!) and said “Oh, he’s beautiful! Look at those eyes.” I wanted to turn around and hug her.

The funny part about my fangirling him is that I had no idea who he was at first - I just saw pictures of him on tumblr. I was like whatever… I didn’t think he was particularly good looking, but then I watched Sherlock. And then I started digging in to his acting history. All the interviews. Everything I had the patience for. (I don’t like watching movies on my laptop, especially what’s available on YouTube, so I haven’t seen everything he’s done. Yet.) And then, I fell in love. And THEN, and only then, did I realize how attractive he was.

Come for the talent, stay for the cheekbones.

3) “HUZZAH A SEQUEL!”

“I’m loving this story so much, and will write a more detailed appreciation later, when I don’t have to peck out letters on my iPad at 5 in the morning.”

(They’re scaring the shit out of me. What if “PARIS” doesn’t live up to “HARTFORD”?!?!?!)

The bad Thursday:

1) Blew my second interview of the day. HORRENDOUSLY. I was so embarrassed, I wanted to walk out and leave.

He started pop quizzing me on accounting things. I couldn’t answer some of them - BASIC things. When you work for mom and pop shops, you don’t get into capital vs. operational leases. They just always booked the payments as lease expense - not the note payable, the short term liability, and the interest expense. I couldn’t remember what to do with a prepaid insurance bill either.

I may or may not have cried in my car.

Once I felt better and started to process the actual interview and job description, I wasn’t sure it was a place that I belonged at. I didn’t really like him, quiz or no quiz.

I felt stupid, so I’d have a lot to prove to him, and all I could hear in my head the entire way home was the jackass at the hotel chain making fun of the girl before me because she kept a cheat sheet of accounting things. Yeah, some of them were a little more basic than the concepts I stumbled on, but I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it. I keep my intermediate accounting textbook at my desk at work. You never know when you’re going to blank on something stupid… and with the pressure he put on me to “not be lame”, I’m surprised I never needed to resort to it.

Add that high level embarrassment to the fact that I didn’t like him, and… I don’t know what to do.

I haven’t written my thank you note yet - I’m not sure if I want to write “thanks, I look forward to speaking with you again” or “laterz, dude”.

2) A hearty FUCK YOU to the fine people in Rockport, Essex, and Ipswich. NINE gas stations within fifteen minutes of each other, and NONE of them open after 9 PM. I came within a few miles of needing to call Triple A for an emergency gas fill up. I did finally find one in Georgetown(? I really don’t know where I was at that point) and ended up spending $0.25 a gallon more than I could have paid at any of the other gas stations…

I wonder if they wait until the other ones are closed and then jack their prices up.

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In other news, I went to the Social Security office today. Had to raise a bit of a stink when they asked me to take my belt off and then asked me to remove my hands from my waist. (THE JEANS WERE FALLING OFF. I would have rather had a pat down than show every one my “I need to do laundry desperately” granny panties.)

I didn’t think the kid was going to help me at first, but I gave him my ID, my birth certificate and my mother’s birth certificate, PLUS their social security numbers. Privacy laws, be damned. I proved that I deserved access to that information. I don’t think anyone has every been able to show lineage like that!!! I also asked him if he wanted to see a picture of their gravestone. (Yes, I do have one. There’s a woman buried with them and I don’t know who she is. Another project for another day.)

I found out that my grandfather was indeed born in Poland. (WOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!)

However, for every happy, there is a sad: I don’t think the town exists anymore, which is problematic. Google refused to find it, and offered me a city in Russia instead.

Russia is not acceptable, so I’m probably back to square one.

Motherfucker.

In funny news, my phone can recognize and spell check COCKSUCKINGMOTHERFUCKINGDOUCHEBAGS, but insists on changing well to we’ll, which I totally don’t understand. It also can’t spell Tuesday correctly. (Dear Apple, you might want to look into your iPhone’s spell check programming.)

OK - off to look for more jobs (need to hit my quota!) and then, speaking of quotas, NaNo starts today!

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Remission would be nice…

after a few entries without pix, i give you the cumberbabe

“10 years ago my mental illness got so bad that I finally got help. At first it was worse, then it was better, then worse again. Now I fluctuate, waiting out the darkness, reminding myself that depression lies and that it’s a medical condition that I never asked for, quietly battling with tiny demons in my head…until it suddenly passes and the drugs kick in or the seratonin settles or the demons get bored and then HALLELUJAH I’m alive again and things are good and I remind myself that this, this, THIS is real and this is worth waiting for each time.

One day I know that they’ll will find a cure for whatever it is in my head that randomly and unexpectedly clouds things up and makes life turn into a pale, cardboard imitation. One day they’ll find a cure. A drug that works. A shot that makes the demons go away.

A remission.”

I love knowing that, because of The Bloggess, her friends and followers, I’ve found my tribe. For me it’s been 12 years since the bipolar diagnosis, and there are dark times when every day is a struggle to remember that the depression side lies.

Her openness about her flavors of crazy is why I choose to share what I’m going through. No one should go through this shit alone and it’s only by being honest with ourselves (and others) that we find out that we really aren’t alone in all of this.

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Now, to offset the seriousness…

You know you’re reading too much PWP fanfiction, when the label on the bottle of butter flavoured popcorn TOPPING oil makes you giggle for about 20 minutes.

Topping.

Seriously.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I may have bitten off more than I can chew

Charlie Burgess from Black Mountain Symphony - acoustic performance of “Shipwreck”

THIS is why i drive to albany (and other places) as much as i do.

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NaNo starts on Friday, and I have a very busy weekend so it’s not going to get off to a great start.

I think the Zodiac storyline is going to be difficult to pull off and maybe I should stick to the 30 Day OTP Challenge. I’m so frustrated by my indecision that it’s disgusting. I haven’t done a thing to prep more for the Zodiac fic other than doing some quick one shots and 221Bs to get back in the habit of writing Johnlock. ARGH!

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In other news, I have two interviews tomorrow, Frankenstein (staring Benedict Cumberbatch!!!!!!!) that night, BU hockey on Friday, and Black Mountain Symphony on Saturday. PLUS another interview on Monday.

(When it rains it pours, but I’m not complaining.)

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The title of the last entry (“I write because I don’t know what else to do with myself”) came from a diary entry I wrote during a very bad time. If you couldn’t tell, I write kind of balls out when I get all deep and personal. It’s worse when I write offline because I know no one will ever see that.

I love that line so much that I can’t even… It’s so true.

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Off to go look for more jobs. And do laundry. And proofread “PARIS”. And research the two companies I’m interviewing with tomorrow.

I don’t think my life could get more exciting.