hmm...

still no word from the job i interviewed for. I'm a little annoyed but not surprised. Should I call monday, or wait until next wednesday or thursday?
The next question is about another interview. A place that i applied to like 2 or 3 weeks ago called wednesday and said "call by thursday at 5 pm if you want to interview". Then when I claled and left a message saying I wanted to and for them to leave me a time, she called back and said "well, the only time we have left is...." This annoys me and makes think i'm an afterthought. The issue with this is that we are past the time that I can ask for that day and time off, so I would have to essentially call in and say my car broke down or something. I don't necessarily mind this, but I don't think it's a good idea to keep doing things like this because 1. I have no desire to shaft my current employer (dhr has strict rules about how many teachers there have to be based on the number of children in the building) and 2. I have no desire to become unreliable enough that they want to fire me. I want to go when I'm ready. Obviously, I'll call and ask if they can change the interview to a time that works better for me. But if not, i'm not sure what I'll do.
It would really fucking help if the other place would tell me yes or no.

In other news...

I called the prospective employer today and they said they should have a decision tomorrow or so.
Also, I don't know if i mentioned, but last Tuesday they fired the director at our daycare center, which left me very glad I had interviews. However, we had a meeting this Monday where the interim associate directors (formerly the interim assistant director and the administrative/financial person) emphasized that they wanted to be sure that we were getting the information we needed in a timely manner. This made us all feel much better because before we were the LAST to know everything, including things like mandatory trainings (i found out about one that was outside of work hours the morning of the training), and children being moved out of/into our room (kind of important).
So, hopefully I get the new job, but if I don't maybe the changes at work won't be such a bad thing.

My technology update is better than yours

Like my friend, Bill, I am going to feature a technology today. I can promise you mine is cooler than anything he ever posted ever thought of being. Game controllers with the sensors on the boobies and crotch. That's right, it's an intimate touch video game. Seriously.

"'Intimate Controllers' is a platform where video games are played by couples touching each other. The platform consists of two controllers, a bra for the female player and boxer shorts for the male player. Each controller is embedded with 6 sensors placed with varying degrees of intimacy in relation to the body part with which they correspond. Players must pass game levels together and in doing so, game play results in increasingly intimate positioning."

teehee boobs and crotches and S-E-X. OMG!




















































































hehehehe boobs.

yes, i'm sure, i don't want us to be parents

recently i've been getting asked about having kids a lot and when i say i no and explain why i hear :but you guys owuld be great parents." Sure, we both are smarter than the average bear, and i was raised in a pre-school and a good portion of my college time was spent on child development, and i've worked in day cares, but I would be a terrible mom. There are only so many times i can be woken up by a screaming baby, told "go do it now" by a two year old, or listen to a 6 year old incessantly whining about how the girl in the class that they were best friends with yesterday said something about my kid's hair and now my kids hates her, before I fucking backhand them through a window. Interactions with children in daycare are time limited and they involve me getting money. Interactions with my own children never fucking end and I sure as fuck don't get any money in return for it. If I hate having a dog as much as i do solely because he interrupts my shit, then I don't see how me having a kid is an improvement on this.
For me, having a kid would be like leaving work and then coming home to a harder job. I would lose my mind within three months. And i don't mean the cute kind of "lose my mind" where i storm out and call a couple people fuckfaces and then walk back in an hour or a day later and everything is okay. I mean the kind where I throw something on a regular basis for a month or two and then end up in a psychiatric ward somewhere for something.
Contrary to popular belief, just because I can pretend to be mentally stable long enough to take care of other people's kids, doesn't mean I am.
Working in daycare or social services is extrememly stressful and the only way i can get through it is that I go home at night and listen to music that has nothing to do with children and watch shows about doctors who make buttsex jokes and go do whatever the hell I want with no detours or interruptions (save the dog). The thing you learn in jobs like this is that you can't "bring your work home" with you.
If I were a parent, the work would be fucking waiting for me.
BLeah.

hurry up and tell me im worthless already.

i did not hear from the job. I am convinced this means they hired someone else and think I am the most worthless human they have evr met. Whitey says i should calm the fuck down and wait until lunch time wednesday and call them (they said they would get back to me this past friday or today). I think i'll die of high blood pressure or anticipationitis or something by then. Blah.

why yes, i was crossbred with a dragon

I had my third interview at the aids outreach place and haven't heard back from them yet. They said I would hear Friday or Monday, and I didn't hear Friday, so I am now certain that they wioll not call me and that I am the worst interviewer in the world. I am now also certain that anyone who contradicts me on this point should be prepared to get their biscuits burned and their head eaten. Especially those who are loving and well intentioned.

Cross your fingers....

The second interview with the AIDS outreach place went very well and the lady said she is going to recommend that the executive director interview me. She said she hopes they make me an offer. :)

update

i feel compelled to update. I don't know why because it's only been a couple of days and there's not much to say, but I'll attempt to say something in my half-awake state. Then I need to go to bed.
Last weekend I cooked dinner for Chris as his Valentine's present. The piece de resistance was Molten lava cake sundaes. The "meltdown" or "lava" style cakes are ridiculously easy to make, and I personally think mine was as good as any you can get at a restaurant (good quality ingredients are the KEY in that recipe). Afterwards we watched a very well done french "romantic comedy" type movie called Love me if you dare. Actually, that description makes it sound really cheezy, and it's not. It's not an art film, but there was definite attention paid to the artistry and creativity, I wouldn't call it a comedy but it's very funny in some places, and I wouldn't call it a romance type movie, but it's definitely a love story, albeit a complicated one. I had never heard of this one before I picked it up from the library just based on the description on the box, but I'm glad I took a chance on it.
Whitey's Valentines present to me was to go out to the village tavern Wednesday. I had grilled tilapia with chardonnay butter sauce MMMMMMMMMMMM mmmmmmm. I love that place.

In other news, I have a second interview for a social services position at an aids outreach place on monday. How, I'm going to swing this, I don't know. I have time off from work to do it, but the interview is in the middle of the day. I am taking an extra long lunch that day for a "doctor's appointment". The difficulty is that I need to leave work in jeans and sneakers and return in jeans and sneakers, but somehow get into a suit and mary janes and look professional in the middle... not to mention fitting lunch in there somewhere.

in other news, the dog is still pooping.

That's all for now.

Why bother?

Why is it that I have to write a letter explaining why I am good for a job, making sure to use interesting language and prefect grammar, update a resume' and check it for grammar, shop for the perfect suit, make sure said suit is not wrinkled, be sure to remove any jewelry that would be considered "too much", sit through an long interview during which I have to carefully choose every word I say and behave like the perfect employee, hand write a thank you note, and re-write said thank you note 1-3 times to even have a prayer of maybe getting a job that doesn't involve cleaning up poop or puke most days. It's not necessarily that I mind all this trouble, it's that once i get hired on, they will expect me to do everything just well enough and pretend that I know what I'm doing in the interest of time and quantity instead of letting me take the time to actually do things as thoroughly as I feel I should. Why should I have to give %250 to get the job when what they expect of me once I have it is 80% (or less, depending on the job) at a quick rate? What always happens is, they hire me, I'm too slow and not at all what they need for the job and they either end up firing me or doing work plans and training sessions and such to help me. If you're gonna make me work that hard to get the job in the firt place, then let me work that hard on the job. If you're only gonna expect 80% of me when I get on the job, then let a few typos in my resume' slide damnit.

join the BANDwagon (i'm clever)

My friend Adam posted a thing about a "meme" to make your own fake band. I'm too lazy to explain it all, so just click the damn link already. Anyways, I was just going to look and see what the randomness would create for me and wasn't planning on posting about it or doing anything with it, but the combination I got was too good to pass up.



Btw, I should give
this guy the credit he is due for that incredible picture.