Tuesday, March 23, 2010

More Antique Awesomeness

Jeremy and I went to Scott Antique Market for the first time earlier this month. If you've never heard of it, it's an antique market that's held every second weekend of the month and is in two buildings that together span 366,000 square feet......not to mention the outside vendors!

I was really in more of a lookin' mood than buyin' mood.....and I didn't have much cash on me either which I think is the only thing most vendors except.....at least shoppin' in my price range.

I wanted all this......

.....and this......who wouldn't love a giraffe with little tube things sproutin' from his head?

.....and then this. No smokin' in our house, but so what? That shit's just awesome.

...and Mr. Tiger.....despite the fact the he was very Ed Hardy-ish, I really loved him.

These guys....they were fantastical. Tennis playin' chipmunks. I woulda took 'em home and named 'em somthin' like Sampson and Borris and they coulda hung with Tina and her baby wolfcat, but at $245, they were a bit outta my price range.

So after hours of walkin' around that was pretty much all I found that I wanted. I'd say I much prefer Big Shanty, but we'll go back to this one when it comes back around....if only for the food.....

Jeremy had his first gyro ever and I had my first falafel ever. It was ok. I'm way to much of a meat eater to have truly enjoyed it though. Next time I'ma try my hand at the fried chicken, greens and macaroni and cheese covered in bacon. It all looked A-mazin'. I love food.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

F*@k You That's Why

Since I first had the sneakin' suspicion that I was gonna lose my job, I've stayed pretty positive......well, since I had my weekend of not leavin' the house or the couch anyways. The way I TYPICALLY see it, there's nothin' so bad it couldn't be worse.

However....that positive upbeat shit only works for so long when I'm forcin' myself to be that way. My future is uncertain and uncertainty and I ain't on speakin' terms if you know what I mean.

I don't feel like workin' on my fake smile and my "everything will work out in the end" bullshit today. I'm losin' my job and I'm pissed, stressed and hurt....and tired. I'm tired of closed door meetings, I'm tired of gossip and rumors and I'm tired of lookin' at all the job sites 30 times a day to see that nothin' new has been posted 98% of the time and I'm tired of sendin' my resume to jobs that I'm over qualified for and that won't pay my bills. I'm just fuckin' tired.....and this is only the beginning.

I've had two interviews which in itself is a damn miracle. That means out of the approximate 800 resumes said to be received by each and every job posting on careerbuilder.com, I somehow rose to the top.....twice. I didn't get the job for the first interview I went on, and haven't heard back from the second one yet. Fingers are still crossed.


Since it's St. Patrick's Day, I'll leave you with this little Irish sayin' that I've had written in the back of one of my journals since I was a teenager.

In the end, there are only two things to worry
Either you are well or you are sick.
When you're well, there is
nothing to worry about.
But if you're sick, then there are two things to
worry about.....
either you get well or you will die.
When you get well,
there is nothing to worry about.
But when you die, then there are two things
to worry about......
either you'll go to heaven or you'll go to hell.
When you go to heaven, there is nothing to worry about.
But when you go to hell,
you'll be so damn busy shaking hands with friends,
you won't have time to worry!

Tomorrow will be a different day. I will plaster on my fake smile which will eventually become a real smile and I will resume my positive attitude, because that's the only way I'm gonna make it. Yep, tomorrow I'll get right back on it. Why not just do it today?.......Fuck you that's why.

Monday, March 15, 2010

$10 Gets You the Whole Seat, But You'll Only Need the EDGE

A few weeks ago Jeremy and I took the kids to see motocross for the first time and let me tell ya, there ain't nothin' better than $10 seats!

Ok, so that's a total lie, but when you factor in $40 parking (we lucked out though and only paid $20), $4 for bottled water and sodas, $5 for Dippin' Dots (which the kids....ok and me..... HAD to have) our little trip to see motocross ended up costing us damn near $90!

When we first got to our seats I think we all were feelin' a bit queasy. I ain't no pro on angles, but those seats were on one helluvan angle. One little misstep and it was down to the bottom. Nothin' but ass over elbows. And you're only gettin' $10 seats because you a) are takin' a family and don't wanna take out a second mortgage to go see motocross or b) they wanna be able to afford gettin' shitfaced. Yeah. Families tryin' to save money and people wantin' to get shitfaced all together. In THOSE seats...no bueno. In all seriousness, it was somethin' to get used to, especially for someone like me who's a little top heavy and prone to trippin' over my own feet.

We got there way early so we had plenty of time for people watchin'.

I have never in my life seen so many kids with those razor haircuts, black eyeliner, hats sideways or hoods up over their heads. It was really weird to see SO MANY kids dressed the same and as the girl pointed out, there's no difference between the boys and girls. They all had the same sad faces, same textin' phones, same bangs in their eyes haircuts and same clothes. Is this the the new goth? I know I dressed all kindsa fucked up as a kid, and I know that I got stared at by people that just didn't get it, but damn these kids look freaky like little clones of each other.

We had a few of those kids sittin' directly in front of us and the girl kept debatin' all night whether or not one of them was actually a boy or a girl. At one point a fight had broke out two rows behind us so the kids in front of us had turned around to see and my girl said, "yeah, definitely a boy....I think". Honestly, I wasn't sure either. So I told her it was one of those "third gender" people like they have in India. That shut her up.

It's kinda weird bein' the one's with normal lookin' kids. Whodathunkit?

After about two hours of people watchin' the lights went out......

....and the awesomness began.

...and within 15 minutes the awesomeness was over and the races began. Not much action there. No awesome crashes and lots of awesome fumes....I think next time, we'll just stick to Monster Trucks.

It's What's Been Happenin'

Last week, I was fairly certain I was gonna lose my job. I was right.

Mr. Bossman took me into his office, shut the door and that was it. At first all I could could hear were each and every second hand of each and every of the 15 clocks he has in his office tickin' away. It was only a brief moment, but it felt like eons. Then he started sayin' all the words I had been prayin' wouldn't come. You know the sound the adults make on Charlie Brown? Yeah. That's pretty much all I heard. Even though I knew this was coming, all I could think was, "Yep. I'm fucked. After all these years, this is what it comes down to. Awesome." I'm a stability FREAK and this was gonna put a big fat dent in my stability. Dammit. I was and still am officially in panic mode.

So. That's that. I have approximately six weeks to find a job. So far, I've sent out 51 resumes. 51. I've gotten one call back, one email, and two interviews (one of which is this afternoon, which I'm REALLY, REALLY hopin' for) and one place even came across my blog. It was an IT company I sent an email to a company that I would love to work for just for the working environment alone. Little did I know, they would snoop around to see what they could find out about me and would be readin' my blog not even 15 minutes after I had sent them an email.

I never heard back from them.

At least now I'm aware of how easy a possible employer could find me on the internet so I was able to change what I thought I had already safeguarded myself against. Ugh.

Now, onto other things. This past weekend as you know was the weekend before St. Patty's Day and because I don't do the whole gettin' shit faced drunk on school nights, I've always looked forward to the weekend before when St. Patty's fell on a weekday. ALWAYS. This year it totally escaped me. We went to Atlanta Saturday night and there were all these drunk asshats stumblin' around wearin' green. I figured there was some big game and the team color was green. Then it hit me. I totally shoulda been one of those drunk asshats stumblin' around wearin' green. How had I missed this?!?!?! Not only was I not drunk and stumblin' around, I really would've rather been at home like usual.

I hardly drank at all that night (gasp, I know) and I apparently had a sign on me that said, "I generally don't like people, but tonight however I wanna talk to EVERYONE I don't really know, so please come talk to me", because everybody I didn't know wanted to talk to me. My face hurt from tryin' to keep that "I really do give a shit" smile on my face and my neck hurt from all the nodding in agreeance. I just wanted to be at home.

Home, home, home. If I don't find a job soon, I'll be spendin' a lot of time at home....that is until it's foreclosed on because we can't make the payments. Chin's up though. I'm gettin' this job I'm interviewing for today. I know it. Keep your fingers crossed for me!

Monday, March 8, 2010

It's Like Tryin' to Win the Lottery

I'm losing my job. The job that I've had on and off for a total of 12 years. I haven't been officially told yet, but I'm fairly certain. I can feel it. There's been too many closed door meetings and rumors goin' around.

That also means that I'm about to join the thousands upon thousands of people that have felt the crush of the economy. I'm also joining those thousands of people in the hopeless search for new employment. People have just as good of a chance at winning the lottery as they have in finding a job nowadays.

Every now and again, I'll look for a new job. Not hardcore nose to every job site there is kinda lookin', just the I'd like a change kinda lookin'. I've always wanted a job that's closer to home, that I can wear jeans and a t-shirt to and I can have purple hair if I want....oh, and that pays the same as my current job. So far, that job doesn't exist....at least not in the field I'm lookin' in and with the job experience I have. Anyways, this whole lookin' for a job because my livelihood depends on it is new to me. Last time I had to do this, I went to the Quick Trip and bought a Sunday paper to look for a job. That's when ALL the new available jobs came out.....Sundays. I guess with this new fandangled thing called the internet, jobs are posted all day everyday....and there ain't much of 'em. And the ones that are there?!?!? Yeah....I'm not billengual, I don't have a degree in business, and the one's that are requiring a business degree are startin' out at $10 an hour! Wow.....I'm fucked.

Where my life could possibly be heading in the next upcoming weeks is really, really scary. I've worked my ass off to be where I am now. I don't and haven't had creditors callin' and knockin' on my door in like 11 kazillion-billion years. That was such a low point in my life and I ain't goin' back.

Guess I'll just have to stand in line and play the lottery like everyone else......and hope I don't go postal in the meantime.

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