In another rant, why is it that some people can't accept that you don't want to friend them on Facebook.
One of the people I went to middle and high school with keeps sending me friend requests.
That'd be peachy, except that this twat-splat was one of the biggest bullies ever.
It's because of her that I nearly failed gym classes, because she'd fuck up my gym clothes so I had to wear my street clothes. She also was behind the breaking into of my locker several times and planting/stealing stuff. I never got into trouble with the planted stuff because I was so low on teacher's radar that they never thought to look at me seriously.
She also encouraged her friends to shove me down the stairs at times, so I have her to thank for my potato-looking knee caps and the exacerbation of my fear of open staircases.
She was also well-known for rubbing in my face that she was rich, popular, and went out of her way to make sure she dated the guy I had a crush on-even the "skeevy" alterna boys (she just made sure that she let slip in my hearing that she fucked around on them and they didn't know just to anger me).
So why she thinks I want to get back in touch with her and be her friend on Facebook astounds me.
I will accept that she may have changed, and that's fine. I just don't want to have anything to do with her.
That should have been apparent after the first friend request was not answered.
But to send five ?
That's freaking ridiculous.

I am getting rather pissed at my agent at AppleOne.
While I do applaud her for actually sending job notices, the manner in which she does so is infuriating.
First job sounded really good so I emailed her and called her about it. She never contacted me back, and I find out the next morning that it had been filled the day of no contact.
Sends me another one... in Salem for one day.
I'd told her I needed three months or longer, temp-to-hire, or something similar, and I was reliant on Tri-met.
Next one: required a four-year degree. She knows I do not have one.
After that, she sent one for three days, and required computer skills she knew I didn't have, as I had told her that I didn't.
Next two: One in Salem, one in Wilsonville.
I will also note that with the exception of the first, all of these have been last minute, as in they all start the next day and I'm getting the email after work hours ?
I told her that due to being Tri-Met reliant, I need at bare minimum a day's time so I can see if I can even get there and back.

Does this woman even read her own damn notes before sending out the email ?

I think Gingham knows something I don't.
Every now and then she raises her head up, looks around, sniffs a few times, then goes back to sleep.

While it is a Disney movie, I still maintain that Bedknobs and Broomsticks is the best movie ever.

For some reason, I'm getting panicked by being registered with AppleOne.
I think it's because I don't like/can't do "drop everything and go to this job," combined with the "no guarantee that this assignment is going to be long enough to do any good" aspect.

On the side of a building on Hawthorne:
I'm nothing more than a potato.
After that, in a nice shade of red:
That's what she said.

Made me feel better.

I'm heading to AppleOne tomorrow for an interview/testing.
I hope I don't have to actually go through the testing, since I've done it before, but we'll see.

The little bump of cartilage that has been on my left ear was bugging me lately.
I'd noticed that it had turned white and tingly over the past few days.
So this evening, I'd been rubbing it, then brushed my hair.
Cue intense stinging sensation and blood.
The little lump of cartilage- which had been there forever, and had done a mild version of this before, but doctors had refused to remove because it was just vanity talking when I wanted it gone-had bust through the skin.
I wound up having to cut the lump out with nail clippers (do not recommend) and cleaning the edge of the wound.
The sink and bathtub looked like a crime scene.
I'm now sitting her with a neon purple bandaid on my ear, hoping that it'll heal cleanly and not lump up again so I don't have to deal with this ever again.

I love watching how I place new things on my Amazon wish list.
Through the progression of recommendations this morning, I added a book by Baxter Black (an awesome ex-big animal vet and cowboy poet {yes, I have been known to read cowboy poetry. Pick up yer jaws and continue}), which led to adding some Tom Selleck movies (just the Jesse Stone movies, based on s series of mystery books), which lead to adding a ho-plethora of cast iron cookware.
It's fun to go all the way back to the last page and trace how this one thing led to this other thing added, which then lead to this, and so on.

Yes, I have no life.

The handyman swung by today to replace all of the outlets with three-pronged ones, per the new insurance's orders.
It went fairly well, until the kitchen.
The old outlets by the microwave and behind the fridge both sparked pretty bad-meaning that the electricians that installed them didn't ground them-so there could have been a fire at some point, and by pure luck hadn't happened yet.
After that, nothing in the bedroom, bathroom, hallway, kitchen and right half of the living room worked. Because you know, it's not a success until thing get mucked up.
Turns out the the breaker tripped, but the handyman wasn't pushing up hard enough to re-trip them until the very end.
So all is much better. The handyman will be coming back by next week to install a new breaker box because it's pulling 60 amps when it's only set for 35. So things should be working even better after that.

There is a new "cursed" apartment in the complex.
It used to be the one kitty-corner from me-now one stayed there for more than six months. That got broken by the guy living there for two years before moving out (but his girlfriend broke up with him and moved out after the first four months).
it seems that the apartment I share a living room wall with has picked up the slack-two tenants in five months.
Strange.

And the battle with Stream's website continues.
I think that the issue may be with Monster, because it seems like they're putting up the posting too late/too early for the job, so I try to submit my resume to a job that I've already applied for, but thinking it's a new posting.
EDIT: Same with OnPoint Credit Union as well.
Fie!

I was playing FarmVille, which is very sound-filled.
At one point, my horse whinnies, and the goat bleated.
Cu Gingham bolting up from her window perch.
"Mewomoooooooooow. Mermewmewo."
Which I ake to mean "oh my god hun]man, there was a noise. A noise damn it, loudly. There was a noise. Why do you look at me and laugh. Did you not know there was a noise ?"

After looking online for coats, I realized I am not a good woman, because I want it to partially or fully cover my butt i.e. don't want cropped, don't want super fitted, don't want bright colors, don't want prints that make it look like I hunted down a couch and skinned it for it's pelt, don't want "exotic" leathers, And don't want rabbit or beaver fur and for DAMN SURE don't want fox or coyote fur.
Same with boots-I want a nice pair of leather boots for not more than 100.00 sans fuck-me-heels, fur trappings or redonkulous pom-poms. I want a pair of motorcycle boots, but sans the big fuck off HD logo.

EDIT:Although I am highly amused by the one company that photographed al the models from the back. Was there some sort of freak acid attack at the shoot, and the company decided to use the corpses anyways ?
"Yeah Frank, just stick a nail in their foreheads so we can prop them up against the wall.

Nothing like finding out that the school on the next street over is on fire to get the blood pumping.

"Please don't tell my parents I choked to death on a curly fry. Tell them I died saving orphans from killer bees. With guns. And they shot me in the throat."

My damn Carhartt's jacket that I went through Hell and high water to get now doesn't fit anymore.
It's way to small in the hips to get zipped up without some sort of mind-over-matter trickery, and once it's zipped, it rides up so bad I have a semi-Headless Horseman look.
Iratating thing is, I bought it to replace the one whose sleeve got torn on a bolt on the bus door, which in turn I had to buy because my wool long coat made someone at work "allergic," which I in turn had to buy because my aunt's cat, Moo, got over-enthusiastic about kneading the liner of my peacoat and tore clean through it, which in turn was bought because my leather moto jacket finally got too small.
How weird is that ?

I do have a jacket I can use until something better can be found/afforded, but I loved my Carhartt's jacket.

I really wonder about online applications sometimes.
I was trying to apply on Stream's website, and after having to re-type everything because the auto-fill filled out my personal info with contact info for an old job, I was informed that I'd already applied for the job.
Which I had... several months ago, but it wouldn't let me re-apply, so I have no idea what's going on.
I'd be less annoying if this didn't happen quite frequently with other sites.

I know that watching Rescue Ink makes me cry, a lot, but I can't not watch it, because these big ole' tough guys going out and rescuing critters just makes me happy.