interesting

my little sister read my blog.

her comment: "your hilarious but really weird"

yes, yes i am

gotta love technology

so today i had my follow up interview for the va hospital job in san antonio. the interviewer was surprised that i lived in fort worth, apparently reading resumes is not part of the interview process. because of the four and half hour drive to have another real interview (id already made the trek once) she suggested an informal skype interview.

i had never used skype before, to say im not tech savvy is an understatment (i mean it took me 2 hrs to book some books on half.com and only was able to do it after some help from a friend--it took her two mins). anyways, i of course dont want her to know i dont know what the hell im doing so i tell i can help her set hers up.

we do a test run the day before the interview and everything went great. so today thinking there is no worries, i set myself up...dressy t-shirt and of course no pants. i mean its stinkin hot in here! so im just in my underpants like any respectable live-alone girl trying to skimp on the electric bill. well boy was that about to backfire!

as the interview started the sound wasnt working so they suggested calling my cell phone and just putting on the office speaker phone. i couldnt hear them so this would help with that and then they would just turn the computer sound down.

here lies the problem....my cell phone was in the bedroom i was in the living room. getting to my cell phone required that i stand and walk out of the room. in. my. underwear. of course, i could turn the laptop or angle it but i knew they were watching so it would look funny....instead i had to slink off to the side.

why am i so ridiculous? wouldnt a normal person just wear some fing pants!?!?!? of course, not ever being accused of being normal or rational i am trying to slink my pantless ass off to the bedroom.

i dont think they saw anything. they didnt say anything. not that i think they would have. she said i should be hearing from HR soon, so thats either

1. good news--a job offer

 or 

2. bad news--a sexual harassment lawsuit.

needless to say either way im on pins and needles...ill keep ya posted

miserable

packing is killing me! i literally am the biggest pack rat ever! i need to hire someone to throw away random stuff without me knowing...its like things i find i havent seen since i moved in here two years ago, instead of thinking damn i havent used this in two years i dont need it. I think awww thats where that was i missed it so much. its malarky!!!

on anothr note i am still jobless and loveless in fort worth so thats always exciting....honestly the jobless is way more disconcerting. i keep saying everything happens for a reason and shit like let go and let god, but really i know what those phrases are. They are just cliches thrown out by ppl in the depths of despair or maybe just as a means to rationalize their bad situation. Either way they dont mean much i just gotta catch myself before i use them too much.

ok this has to be quick i got to get back to packing...

i went on a normal date, but i am sure awkward bad dates are coming soon. sometimes you just have to blame ppl for being normal.....atleast to ruin a good blog

you never know

so one of my biggest fears (aside from the very natural fear of being eaten by a killer whale) has always been my car breaking down in a strange, nothing-deserted, texas town and then being dragged into the woods, by a man very similar looking to the gentleman of texas chainsaw massacre, being torturedn and murder. i mean valid fear right?

well luckily, and i use the term luckily very loosely, my car just broke down in austin near downtown. so instead of an "other person skin-wearing freak" i just have to worry about fighting off the local crackhead, not a bad deal in my opinion. so as i look for someone to help me push my car out of the way i look at my options, none are looking to attractive. there is the man standing outside the pawn shop giving me the "ojo," the gentleman 4 times my body weight in front of his also broken down carpet cleaning van, and two older women filling their car up with gas.  so i come to the conclusion that they are probably all looking at me with the same suspicious that my eye just cast their way, i mean afterall i am wearing a headband with some peacock feathers in it i mean i could be a freak.  so i decide to go with the closest in proximity option, which happens to be the carpet cleaning gentleman. after i ask him he is more than willing to help, but just as he bends down to push i swear to ever-loving jesus that out of nowhere the crackheads come out of the woodwork and begin to descend on us. i mean really i have no idea where they were hiding somewhere in the camouflaged backdrop of the gas station parking lot and surrounding pawn shops. 

the craziest part was that they were nicer than the gainfully employed gas station attendant! i mean that guy was a real dick i had to be down right rude to him. he was so pushy that i eventually told him 

"i hope you dont have any kids in particular daughters because one day someone will treat them the way you just treated me"

he just stared at me like i had sprouted another head, i mean who knows with the fumes i had inhaled outside his station i might have....anyways the lesson was you really cant judge a book by its cover.

crackheads=helpful

gainfully employed gas station attendants=big assholes

:) now i am driving a minivan...on my way to true love probably with someone who thinks i am a soccer mom...hellz yay