Monday, June 03, 2013

Oh, FFS

ARGH!

Remember a few days ago when I vented about companies deciding what my commute should be?

The first company to bring it up called me for a phone screen this morning (to my surprise). This is the same company who already asked me twice about my salary requirements and commute…

Needless to say, they called, asked those two questions, said sorry for wasting my time and ended the screen.

I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t want to work there anyway.

In the meantime, a job I applied for, that I did get a quick phone screen for, called me this morning to schedule a meeting with the CFO.

Interesting.

I’m still hoping to hear from everyone else I’ve met with already and I have an interview for a cost accounting job on Friday. I want to get into cost, and they’re willing to train - even with my required salary and experience level, I’m still a viable candidate.

I don’t know… this is pretty damn stressful and I’m at the end of my rope. I’m tired of being home alone all day every day.

Gah…

Sunday, June 02, 2013

I am a “rabbit of negative euphoria”

It took me forever to get into Eleven, and once I started to love him… *poof* Two more episodes and it’s time for a new regeneration.

So much for being on series 8. So much for being under contract thru 2014.

I’m loving all the guessing as to who will become Twelve but the Cumberbabe should not even be considered.

NO. JUST. NO.

I don’t care that Moftiss work(s?) on Who. The ‘babe belongs on Sherlock, and for more than just series three.

Kind of related:

My friend has been living under a rock for the past few years and is just now finally watching the Harry Potter movies. (He’s read the books, at least, so that’s something…) I kind of like his FB statuses about seeing the movies for the first time. It reminds me of getting into Doctor Who, and Sherlock, The Hunger Games and, well, basically every fandom I’m a part of on tumblr. Watching the new kids join Teh Crazy, becoming one of the new kids… It’s a rite of passage almost and I’m glad I’m a part of it. I mean,  it’s kind of awesome, really. I suppose it’s what parents feel when they watch their kids exploring the world for the first time. 

Instead of prepping for tomorrow’s phone screen, I’m writing fan fic. Cabin Pressure this time.

What can I say? I’ve decided I like playing in other people’s sandboxes.

The ghost in the cellar

My entire life - ENTIRE LIFE - I’ve only had two nightmares. TWO. I mean, I’ve had bad dreams, but these are the waking up screaming, shaking, afraid to turn on the lights type. And they’re recurring. That’s the best part of it all… they’re always the same, no matter what. Even though I have them over and over and over and over, they always scare the crap out of me.

In the first one I’m being chased by Michael Myers. It’s always the same. I’m getting chased through a mall, I wind up in the basement of the house I grew up in and somehow I end up killing him. Like no more sequels dead. And it scares me shitless every. single. time. Even though I know how to kill him. Even though I ALWAYS kill him.

In the second one, I’m reliving my father’s death: finding him and identifying him in the casket before his cremation. Honestly, this one is probably more terrifying than the Myers one because it’s real. I can’t deal with reliving that… and it’s probably the one that shakes me to the core the most. Which is understandable, I guess.

Last night, I had a new one. One that woke me up twice. I was afraid to fall back asleep because I didn’t want to wake up a third time shaking and sweaty.

There was a ghost in the basement of the house I grew up in. Mind you, despite it’s appearance in two of my nightmares, this is a basement I’d never really been terrified of. I maybe was a little spooked by it because there was wood paneling in one half and my overactive imagination used to see faces in it. The other half was my father’s workshop and it wasn’t really finished. It’s where I spent a lot of time playing ping pong or even Barbies on those random occasions. It shouldn’t scare the shit out of me as much as it did last night. Whatever was down there was mean, and it was obvious that it meant to do me harm.

I’m not sure what to do, but I haven’t been able to shake it so far today.

I’m really hoping this is a random thing and not a new nightmare to add to the rotation…

but I can’t help wondering if this is the universe’s payback for all the new found luck on my job search.

Friday, May 31, 2013

OMG! I’m not the only one!!!

*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.

*dance party*

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?