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thejunipertree) wrote2007-07-18 10:49 am
thejunipertree) wrote2007-07-18 10:49 am
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state of the union address
I'm taking the cat (Nympho) to the vet tonight. This is after cleaning his rather funky ears and giving him a bath last night. He thinks he's unhappy with me now? That feline doesn't even know.
Unfortunately, he has to go and get checked out. He's been losing bits of weight here and there and his back end looks kind of bony. On top of that, he doesn't clean himself anymore and I'm really not digging on that. There's also a bump on his back, like near his hip, and I don't know when that showed up. His fur used to be so thick that it very well could have been underneath this whole time and I would never have known. So, to the vet he goes. Hopefully, everything is minor.
I've begun the process of job-hunting, for myriad reasons. Suffice to say, and without breaking any non-disclosure agreements, it is just time. I've gotten two callbacks already, one of which we keep playing phone tag and the other is a recruiter who apparently loves me and thinks I'm perfect for a specific position.
Problem with that? The position is in Philadelphia and I'd have to take the train to get there. And it's uber-business professional. I have issues with that. And they're not issues like: Oh waaaah, I don't want to take out my piercings! Stop oppressing me!
The issues are moreso because I feel that I am not really a professional. I don't look the part. I don't act the part. I can take the piercings out and cover all the tattoos and wear business-y clothes like the best of them. But somehow, I still wind up looking like I'm a little kid playing dress-up or like I'm some kind of street urchin who raided the suit section at a department store. I also look...scruffy. It's like a talent of mine or something. I'm not polished and every step I take in the effort to look polished just winds up looking false.
I don't know. Despite being a step down in responsibility, the position is a boat-load of money. Free benefits (medical and dental). Three weeks of vacation. Paid holidays. Prestigious non-profit organization that apparently everyone on the planet (except for me, I'd never heard of it, but everybody else flipped the hell out when I mentioned the name) has heard of.
I'm definitely going to interview for it. I just doubt I'm of the caliber they're looking for.
On top of all of this, the Eldorado is in the shop because her catalytic converter is slowly shitting the bed. They're trying to repair the piece, instead of replace it, because it's so freaking expensive to replace them. So, I'm currently driving one of the company cars that hasn't been assigned to anyone.
The car sucks, it's a new-ish Elantra. But, yo. It's got a awesome sound system. hee.
Unfortunately, he has to go and get checked out. He's been losing bits of weight here and there and his back end looks kind of bony. On top of that, he doesn't clean himself anymore and I'm really not digging on that. There's also a bump on his back, like near his hip, and I don't know when that showed up. His fur used to be so thick that it very well could have been underneath this whole time and I would never have known. So, to the vet he goes. Hopefully, everything is minor.
I've begun the process of job-hunting, for myriad reasons. Suffice to say, and without breaking any non-disclosure agreements, it is just time. I've gotten two callbacks already, one of which we keep playing phone tag and the other is a recruiter who apparently loves me and thinks I'm perfect for a specific position.
Problem with that? The position is in Philadelphia and I'd have to take the train to get there. And it's uber-business professional. I have issues with that. And they're not issues like: Oh waaaah, I don't want to take out my piercings! Stop oppressing me!
The issues are moreso because I feel that I am not really a professional. I don't look the part. I don't act the part. I can take the piercings out and cover all the tattoos and wear business-y clothes like the best of them. But somehow, I still wind up looking like I'm a little kid playing dress-up or like I'm some kind of street urchin who raided the suit section at a department store. I also look...scruffy. It's like a talent of mine or something. I'm not polished and every step I take in the effort to look polished just winds up looking false.
I don't know. Despite being a step down in responsibility, the position is a boat-load of money. Free benefits (medical and dental). Three weeks of vacation. Paid holidays. Prestigious non-profit organization that apparently everyone on the planet (except for me, I'd never heard of it, but everybody else flipped the hell out when I mentioned the name) has heard of.
I'm definitely going to interview for it. I just doubt I'm of the caliber they're looking for.
On top of all of this, the Eldorado is in the shop because her catalytic converter is slowly shitting the bed. They're trying to repair the piece, instead of replace it, because it's so freaking expensive to replace them. So, I'm currently driving one of the company cars that hasn't been assigned to anyone.
The car sucks, it's a new-ish Elantra. But, yo. It's got a awesome sound system. hee.
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anyway, text me - I want the deets.
Looks like I have to take Sir Dot in for the same reason...I hope Nympho is okay. Damn old boys!
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From what the recruiter has already told me, they are a Big Deal (tm) and very selective about who they bring in.
I'm definitely going to need help. Particularly with shopping for new clothes (interview clothes and then clothes to potentially wear for a new job, I at least need a few new things that aren't so Charles Dickens scruffy).
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the invisible freak stamp & its worn on our
foreheads so it shows no matter what else
we have on.
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It's like they can smell the freak on you!
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Of course now I'm dying to know where.
And good luck to Mr. Nympho! Chin scratches to his royal highness.
nypho!!
hope all's well with the big man.
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also, love the kitty up for me.
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No you don't!
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