This Is The Thread Where I Say.......Part Seven!

By day, yes.

I've just signed up for an Econ. class. God help me.

I was almost a double major with Economics in college. I changed my mind when I realized I could just quit with the Econ then and still have a minor in it.

The thread where I bitch-slapped Jess was deleted?

Sarah, I think yr right and this is probably your mom's way of dealing with your grandmother's death. I forgot about the yardstick until I was cleaning out my car yesterday. :) Maybe yr grandmother will visit me in Oak Cliff.

*sigh* Since I got out of the hospital I've been feeling pretty good. No cloud of gloom over my head. Every day I've gotten up excited about whatever's going to happen. Gone about a day's tasks with a smile on my face. But now. . .

I said I was going back to school tomorrow and now I'm filled with dread. I've been anxious and nervous all day. This sucks! I'm really starting to think I need to look for another job. But the market is soo bad now. And for once in a long time, with the help of the 2nd job at the bar, I'm able to pay my bills on time and start thinking of saving up for a new car. If I got a different job it would definitely be a lowering of my standard of living.

The school called a bit ago but I was too scared to answer. They wanted to know whether or not I was returning tomorrow. My pysch gave me a letter releasing me to return on Wed., but I feel I should just get it over with. I've been gone for two weeks now and have no more sick days. Each day away is costing me money. :(

My boss is making initial calls to folks hoping to take my job. He's really funny about it because he hates interviewing, so he's shaking a lot and acting nervous.

It's good to new that sometimes the interviewer is just as or more nervous than you. Works better than the picturing them naked thing. (since I just do that with everyone anyway, if they're interviewing me or not)

What about ugly people? Wouldn't some interviewers wonder why you had this curious tendency to wince rather frequently?

ok, i'm really freaking out a bout going back to schoool. i haven't called them yet. i haven't done anything. i'm just sitting here biting off all my nails.

See that's why this new strategy works better, Julia!

Sam, it'll be okay. Take it from me, stewing about it will just make it worse. Call them and get that load of your back.

Ditto to oops. The anticipation is the worst.

My brain is continuing its downward slide toward complete and total malfunction. Ergo, I can't really recall what I was going to say to specific people. All I can remember thinking I was going to post here was that I (a.) wish I could've been here when the mentioned-about debate was going on so I could be clued in instead of looking on in complete askance, (b.) wish I hadn't typed out the stupid shit I said in that Wal-Mart thread and that I could have a more level head, (c.) wish I hadn't read those album reviews I read earlier today in an attempt to rest my brain, (d.) wish things could get better, and (e.) wish I could be as fearless and sassy as one of those Sweet Potato Queens I've been reading about. And I wish each and every single one of you a fabulous evening/day/whatevah.

God help me, I am really really really really really hungover and I doubt I'll get a thing done today. My colleague just gave me a custard donut for no apparent reason, so that helped. I still just feel awful. Need sleep. Though I feel pretty good, mentally. I think I need to go dancing more.

Ooh let's go dancin'!! Hope you're feeling better soon Kate!

I always forget how fun dancing is! And I'm so glad that HSA shares my dancing technique - i.e. dance in such a completely stupid fashion that no one else on the dance floor will feel self conscious, because there cannot possibly be anyone making as big a fool of themselves as you are! Hooray!

Groo, my stomach. Sipping water s l o w l y!

I'm the same, Kate - barely able to focus on anyone or anything. And I have a headache, which I hardly ever get with hangovers. It was a good good night though. J-e is kinda getting into the ILE swing, no?

(I don't call him HSA because I don't want people to know his name, I call him HSA because he likes it!)

It's really too bad his mum couldn't make it, that would have been fun.

Hope you are okay Sam.

I am stuffing myself with biscuits and having mixed feelings about a Christmas bonus I just got. Mixed because, while it's great to get a bonus and I never have had one before, they are STILL fucking about with my new contract (should have been done in AUGUST) so I don't get the full amount but some pro rata fraction because officially I still work PT.

Now I'm going to the cashpoint and then getting a bagel and sitting in the sun reading my Robert B Parker for an hour.

I want to go dancing too! Yesterday, I was dancing in my car seat (ha ha, that makes me sound like a baby) listening to a mix I made my sister with the Rapture, Kelis, ESG, Kylie Minogue, and LCD Soundsystem.

I did absolutely nothing last night. Ok, I wrote ONE Christmas card, but that's about it.

I need my coffee.

James Brown!
James Brown!
James Brown!
James Brown!
*breakdown part...4 bars later*
James Brown!
James Brown!
James Brown!
James Brown!
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Oh joy. Just emailed personnel and they said 'oh we haven't been able to process anything because we haven't had any confirmation from yr line manager'. Who has been swearing blind for months that it's now out of his hands. Grrrrrr.

Kick him.

I feel so terrible right now, I'm afraid it is making me too cranky and impatient with people. Even though I've felt worn down for the past week, I felt so much worse this morning, like someone had beat me up. I wish I was one of those people who could keep a positive outlook on things no matter what is going on.

If it helps any, you're welcome to a woop woop.

(Either I've just noticed your email address or you've changed it.)

I just changed it, too much spam. That kind of goes with the territory with hotmail though.

Hey Nicole. That's what I feel like too, but at least I can put that down to last night's Xmas FAP. I've been a zombie today (and not the good kind), and have discovered a stiff neck like I've never had before.

I once worked on a film called "Welcome to Woop Woop", for what it's worth.

For some reason, I read 'canIgetawoopwoop' to the tune of 'can I get a witness'.

i heard from the teacher across the hall. she said i've had a strict substitute who's been working with the kids on real lessons so I'm fortunate in that.

She also suggested I stay out the rest of the week and just return next week when they're taking exams. gah.. . now i'm wishing i had. my psych wanted me to do this but i said i couldn't afford it (which is true) but it sounds so good now. *sigh*

I saw the ads for that, Mark! That didn't come out as impressed as I meant it to.

I just finally got a hotmail account again for pseudonym stuff, and then remembered one of the reasons my old account got cancelled for lack of reading was that Eudora isn't hotmail-friendly. Ah well.

And yeah, Nicole, woop woops aside (I just like typing "woop woop"), I know pretty much how you feel, and I generally am one of the Positive People.

Tep, Yahoo mail is much better than hotmail, though you have to pay to get it forwarded to an email reader on yr computer. I'm wondering how long I'll have to wait before I start to get spam on my shiny new email which I am NEVER posting on the interweb.

(I don't think the film was any good. I just did a bit of research for Stefan Elliot, the director. It wasn't very exciting, but I was able to do a flawless camp Australian accent by the end)

It had the guy from That Thing You Do in it who's dating Christina Applegate and was in that scene in The Sweetest Thing (this guy is all about things) and the movie where Jessica Lange chases Gwynneth Paltrow around, I think, didn't it?

I'm not gonna pay just for this email account, it's purely a reader-mail thing, so I figure I'll just check hotmail from time to time.

I'm having lunch with both my old bandmates in a few minutes! I know, it's a miracle. I haven't been in touch with them at all really since I told them my news. I'm hoping we'll be able to make peace, because I really don't want to lose them as friends, even though I'll be half a country away.

Whoop-whoop, one and all!

I hope it goes well, Sarah.

Ah, snap.

What is this weird sub-subcultural pit?

Oh, hello Nick. It's nothing that would interest you. Move along now.

I've never even checked these threads before.

They tend to be a niche interest, Horace. Not enough bile and sarcasm for most ILXors ;)

or too much, perhaps

How so, JBR?

It's sort of like a place ILXors act all chummy and lame crap like that, huh?

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That's about the size of it, yeah.

so, like, just by posting in here, I'm entitled to some hollow platitudes?

*sigh*

Take that attitude elsewhere, Horace.

well, cuz I could use some unmerited praise or something today...

it's just where a few of us check in with each other and update on our lives.

Ah, nope. It's probably the only place on this bitch where platitudes have some kind of meaning. We don't bother with the "I'm more cynical and clever than you and for some fucked-up reason this makes me happy".

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I'm sorry, I was just having a bit of a larff and seriously was sorta in my passive-aggressive way testing the waters to see if it was safe to post about how freaking nervous I am about my "meeting" with my boss's boss in 80 minutes.

Well in that case :)

What's the meeting about? Are you likely to be judged in some way? Will action (positive or negative) be the outcome? Tell all - I'm sure we can all empathise.

I wish everyone the best of luck with their new/current/soon-to-be-ending jobs. I've noticed that that seems to be the predominant theme among the last few dozen posts or so I've read, so that's what I'm going to address. For me, my job seems to have become an escapist activity, something relaxing to look forward to, which is a bit much to wrap my brain around but I suppose this is part of the process I seem to be undergoing wherein I'll eventually become my mother.

I'd really love to address each and every single one of you and try to evince some kind of regular chattage type thing, but it's been an age and a day since I last kept up with this thread and so it would probably take an age and a day for me to type up that post. Besides, I'm fairly certain none of you would want to go through a post the size of a novella.

I've got Livejournal too -- have I mentioned that before? Yes? Have I pimped it enough on this forum? Maybe? Ok, let me just send it over the edge then.

De-Lurking in the Modern Age (my probably over-solipsistic journal)

There you go. Now you can read all the possibly overdramatic yammering I keep off this forum. ;)

Take care, you guys.

You guys wanna know something weird? Based on my experience at the Canasta show last night, I learned that shows in Chicago actually start at the time when they are advertised as starting! Quirky, huh?

What? No, that's nuts!

There's a slight wisp of a movement among Portland bands to get clubs to start shows somewhat closer to advertised times, but the only places where it's been successful... have moved to 4-band nights. Sheesh!

this is rather humorous. a little sketch done by the Fox Sports guys about Rush Limbaugh.

Someone lock this please?

haha--just start a new one!

I did.