Friday, July 25, 2003 - 2:14 pm
Well, I'm back. Where was I, you ask? I was down in the Cities bringing my injured car to my Brother the Mechanic to have him look at my dented driver's side door. After working some magic with a hammer and a couple of washers, he finally managed to make it so my door could open and shut on its own once again, (thus making me One. Happy. Angel.) I have to say, just being able to get in and out of my car again without having to perform an intensive gymnastic routine almost makes up for all the shit I had to put up with this week. Shit such as having to relist my Alucard Cosplay Gloves on ebay because the individual who bought them from me (a) refused to answer any of my e-mails and (b)got himself suspended from ebay. (The hell of it is, his final bid for 63 dollars was the only bid he placed on it, edging out the bidder below him by one dollar. My attempts to contact that OTHER bidder and offer him a second chance on the auction ended only in bitter failure and recrimination.)
*Sigh.*
So let me offer a word of advice to all you people out there who are considering buying something from me in the future: If you're going to get yourself suspended from ebay, please have the decency to NOT FUCK UP ANY OF MY AUCTIONS just before you do so.
Because I WILL find you... And I've got plenty of "revenge plotting" time on my hands these days...
Yeah.. I know. You're SO scared...
Well, anyway, I suppose I should say something upbeat to keep the remaining 3 percent of my readership which HASN'T yet committed suicide from doing so.
Hmmm....
My car's driver's side door has been fixed to the point where it can finally be opened and closed once again. (Yeah, I know I mentioned that before, but I'm just so gosh-darned happy about this fact. Ecstatic even. YAAAAAAAYYYYY!!!!! LIFE IS TOLERABLE AGAIN! HOORAAAYYYY!!!!! I've turned the corner folks, I can FEEL IT!)
Now if I can just get my air conditioner to actually cool my entire apartment (as opposed to the four cubic feet of air located right in front of the air conditioner,) things will officially be Hunky Dorey.
Tuesday, July 22, 2003
Well, my latest round of ebay auctions are over and I've got lots of packing and mailing to do, which is something I probably would have had done by now, if it hadn't been for the fact that I had a job interview to go to this morning.
Or at least, I THOUGHT I had a job interview to go to this morning.
It was at a place I'll call Gorilla Graphics, located in St. Augusta, a good half-hour drive from where I live. I managed to find the place and show up on time. (In fact, I was quite a bit early as I remember.) So far so good. I walk into the shop where the nice, helpful lady behind the desk, after taking all of 2.3 seconds to eye me over, immediately tells me that the position has been filled. This, in spite of the fact that I had made an appointment for this interview. (Which was early on a Monday morning.)
Was I legally entitled to kill this woman? I sure as hell should've been...
My guess is that I was dressed too nicely to be considered for employment at this particular company, located on a backwoods stretch of road which looked like a cross between a construction zone and a war zone. Dirt everywhere. Dirt, and broken down, old schoolbuses. A great place to shoot an action film set in a post-apocalyptic dystopia...
A shitty place to try and get some actual WORK done. Perhaps it's all for the best then, that they dropped me like a rock as I've no desire to navigate a minefield of potholes and broken 2 x 4's on my way to work every morning.
*Sigh.* And now, it would seem, I'm back at Square One for... what is it...the 11th time? Blarg.
