Frog and Goat

Work: nothing going on. Seriously, I cruise the internet all day and I’m nearly done with a book that I started over a year ago. Tax dollars at work. But, hey, our client can’t get its act together so I’m taking up space and that’s it. Only 38 working days to go.

Car: dying a slow death by crappy transmission. I thought Hondas were supposed to go, go, go until they spontaneously combust at age 4,000. Yeah, not Accords from 2003 with over 140K on them. I know. It has a ton of miles on it and it should be tired by now.

Garden: finally figured out it was the crows eating all the tomatoes. The netting has completely stopped that and I harvested 6 tomatoes last night.

Education: am so tired of correcting people about the degree (DEGREE–a freaking degree program that’s 60 credit hours, for the love of God) that I’m working on. It is not a PhD and it is not a certificate. I’ve just stopped correcting people. Because most everyone who is confused are at work and I’ve explained it 50 bazillion times. And, like I said there are 38 working days left.

Content has been light because it has just seemed like so much work. Between beginning the summer with three classes and the job situation sucking so hard, I just haven’t felt like doing jack.

The classes are over and the next two don’t start until late August. The job situation is really THE ENERGY SUCK. We’re down to less than 46 days until the doors shut. And, as you can tell from the previous entry the craziness has really ramped up. I had two nagging headaches this week and I’m sure it’s because of the insanity.

I had what I thought was a sure thing lined up at another university (three interviews, a presentation, references checked), but it fell through. The other finalist was a better fit. The funny thing? When the recruiter called to tell me, she said she hoped the news didn’t ruin my vacation. I’m surprised she couldn’t see my eyes roll through the phone. Really? I waited all year for a week at the beach and your bad decision is not going to ruin my vacation. Gawd.

Now, I’m back to the search. I made my resume public yesterday on monster.com and this morning I had way too many emails about sales jobs. Got to love those ‘bots that just generate emails in response to any new resume. Also, someone called me by the masculine of my name. That email went straight to the junk mail cesspool. Don’t worry, monster isn’t the only place that has my resume.

I’ve applied for a few jobs that I know are over my head, but I figured why the hell not. I also applied for a position at a place that sells one of my favorite things in the whole world (booze). Maybe that will work out so I can get a discount and really pickle my liver.

Two days back from vacation and I would do pretty much anything to go back.

My co-worker is being secretive and weird. I’m pretty sure she and our boss maybe spent 15 minutes together last week while I was gone. Apparently, I’m the glue. Who knew.

The co-worker bought a car (used) but she doesn’t want our boss to know she bought it (no idea). Today as I was leaving the parking lot, I noticed the new car was over in the other part of the lot. Hiding. Poor car is caught in some 8th grade drama.

My boss was offered a job at a crazy significant decrease in pay and hasn’t told my co-worker. See? It’s all about the 8th grade.

Today, I worked like a fiend and now have a headache. I used to get headaches in junior high too. Wonder if there’s a connection.