My oldest friends just acquired a new friend of their own:
Welcome to the world, widdle biddy baby!
How beautiful.
I had a job interview today for the position of part-time evening-and-weekend receptionist at a health and rehabilitation center. Iāll know next week if I have or havenāt gotten the job.
I wonder if itās my credit history? My work history (whistleblower no one listened to on one job)? My driving record? My academic record? My Facebook page? My medical record?
I donāt mind not getting a job 'cause someone who lives closer or who knows how to do the job better and has proven that, but really now! Why should I have to cover up anything because someone doesnāt agree with me politically? Itās like the whole interview process; one aināt never gonna look as good as one did when one interviewed. Except maybe for company parties and/or visiting bigwigs.
Best of luck!
Thanks!
And I contacted my Michigan Rehab. Svcs. worker, and I guess Iām eligible for help from them as she told me that Iāll be getting a letter soon and gave me a list of dates to pick from for my next appointment with her.
BTW:
My friends (Dave & Hillary) had a rather difficult birth experience, culminating in a caesarean.
Daveās first comment to me afterwards?
āEraserhead was a fucking documentary, dudeā
Theyāre doing fine now.
I have five minutes of shtik-time at Mark Ridleyās Comedy Castleās open-mic on Wednesday January 22nd, some time after seven p.m.
Iām learning Esperanto in five to ten minutes a day, lol. I know, itās kind of dead language.
And DHHS-MI is paying DTE the past-due amount on my electric bill; thereās still a balance but itās not due till 2/5.
Was Esperanto ever alive? :^)
Hooray for society helping for once.
Iāll also put this here:
I have no idea what happened, but every night is a party in the kidsā room right now. I can hear them in there jumping around, singing āLet It Goā, playing until like 9:30 or 10:30.
I went in because it was suspiciously quiet at 10. Elder was passed out, cuddled up to a wooden sword I got at the Ren Fest when I was 8 or 9. Younger heard me walk in, stood up, realized I wasnāt his sister, and went right back to sleep.
I ran across this article today. It reminded me of one of the really fun moments in my life so I decided to share it.
My first husband and I bought my engagement ring from a jeweler in Kensington, MD, who owned a tiny little store that seemed, for the uninitiated, to be your run of the mill āvintiqueā store selling estate rings.
It was not.
It was actually a front for the ownerās real business, selling high end luxury vintage and special pieces designed by the owner, who was one of the top jewelers in the world.
He liked me, and even though we didnāt have the money to buy the expensive things he sold, sometimes heād let me try on the bling bling giant diamonds he kept in the back of the store. It was fun to play dress up.
One day Iām in the store trying on rings Iāll never buy, drinking champagne because thatās how Sandro rolled, and a guy comes in asking about Rolexes. Out come cases of watches (I didnāt even know he sold them, or know much about the whole fancy watch market), and as the customer is trying to show off his knowledge of watches, Sandro is dazzling him with stuff he never even heard of. Meantime, Iām trying on dress watch after dress watch (who wears these things? They are so impractical - a $20,000 watch you only wear with a tuxedo. It really shows the difference in lifestyle.) just such a fun day watching Sandro show off for me and his customer, and getting to see these beautiful watches.
Better than 5-10 minutes of clash of angry candy crush a day.
this is from way back in 2012, i think, but itās the one Roadshow moment that never fails to get me teary-eyed. this manās reaction is just so touching:
That broke my heart. How sweet.
iāve seen so many big reveals on that show, but that was early on and it really just guts me every time. he almost SOLD IT in a garage sale for 50Ā¢! and i just get the sense that he really needed that money. itās just so wonderful and touching.