Where slacking is a sport, reading an addiction, and underachievement a birthright
I’m in a bit of a quandary of how I should put my words of wisdom from other sites onto here. Hmmm. I could spend the day thinking about it, or I could do something…Hows about we just start from the 1st of December, since it was only a few days away. I’m having formatting issues, and I don’t really have the patience right now to try to figure out how to edit them. Also, I don’t know how to frame a lot of these, as they’re conversations with people.
So here’s the deal-I’m going to write here what I said. Period. You fill in the other side. Or not. I think they might be able to stand on their own. Let’s see.
1 December: I’ve been in denial about it for a while, giving it chance after chance after chance, but I think I need to get off Firefox. It has been getting slower and slower and bogging everything down. I really don’t want to have to start over with a new browser, but I think it needs to be done. Wish me luck.
A new Celebrity Rehab just started yesterday, but haven’t I seen these people here before? Multiple times? Can’t find enough people, call Leif Garrett and Janice Dickenson? Or maybe just my imagination…
Darling, I know you’re on the other side of the world and everything, but are you a righteous television viewer, or someone who doesn’t believe in television at all in the first place? No, I don’t particularly care about these people, but their actions are mildly entertaining, and it’s a pretty good show. Wait, let me rephrase it-it’s a pretty good guilty pleasure show. Like The Jersey Shore (which went WAAAYYY down in my book during this little Miami season). Or just about anything on the Bravo Channel; it’s all great. If TV, for you, is, hell, what is it in China? Propaganda? Do you get American shows? I can’t really argue with you because I have no idea what your situation is like. But if you do get Bravo shows, they’re pretty addictive. Not necessarily brain food, but entertainment nonetheless. However, Celebrity Rehab is on VH1, for the record…I was really big on the British version of the office, and I watched the US version for 3 years, I think? And then I just lost interest-it was kind of redundant, I thought.
Today, all my plans of greatness were thwarted by three little words: “What’s the point?”
I do an awful lot of writing online. I write emails that are the length of War and Peace. I comment on people’s Facebook postings until I run out of room. And for some reason, I’ve not been here since…March? Well this is a bit wrong. THIS is supposed to be MY space where I share with you all of my thoughts and beliefs, both for you and me, so I can enlighten others, argue with some, and find out about lives other than my own.
I guess a large reason for this is that when posting on FB, I know people are reading it. Here? I’ve had this site for so long, and I’ve gotten progressively worse and worse in terms of when I post things, that I basically assume that no one reads anything in here anymore, that anyone who WAS possibly interested in this site has long abandoned me for more interesting places. That’s understandable. But I don’t like it.
Perhaps the best MO from this point forward IS to do that which I said-copy my postings and thoughts that I send to people in emails and posts, and see if you find any of them interesting. Don’t worry; I’ll only be posting MY entries, not entire conversations or things of that nature.
I’m not one for New Years resolutions, but against all odds, I’ve been able to keep this site around for several years-minimally. Perhaps that right there is a perfect example of my slackerdom (and justification for calling myself the poster child for the X generation): writing a couple posts a year, just to keep this withering plant alive. I think, and I hope that I follow through on this new great idea, because I write some really fabulous stuff, and it would be nice to have it all in one place vis-a-vie on other people’s postings, random emails and IMs and other things of the like. It would be interesting to see what it all looks like when it’s separated from everyone else’s.
If you’ve stopped by here, thank you. I hope you will come back again soon.
The one thing I HAVE learned from this little writing experiment is that time flies a hell of a lot faster than you imagine it to. The lofty goals, the brilliant musings, all of the things I thought the world should know…takes a lot more discipline than I thought. I’d like to say that’s all going to change, but I’m not going to bet the farm…just yet.
In the short while (SWEET!!! I thought it was going to be 8 or 9 months since my last entry, but it’s only been 2!) since my last post, all of my writing has been dedicated to the delightful task of trying to find a JOB. I told my still brand new husband that if we got off the rock (meaning Hawaii), his business would grow exponentially. And you know what? I WAS RIGHT!!! However, for me, one who lacks the specific skills, patience, and ambition to stay up all night writing code for web sites, it’s not been as easy.
First…I got swindled. For goodness sake, this was even on Craigslist AS A WARNING. It was for an ‘office assistant’ position, which is what I really want to do, learn from a mentor of sorts. I applied, wrote a brilliant cover letter, sent my resume that I just spent 5 hours re-perfecting the bullet points, and about a week later…I got an email saying I was hired. The lovely man named Edward Crisp said I would be doing typical administrative things for him from home for $550 a week. I should have known something was up when I asked if that included withholding or an I9 and he never answered. He said he was at a summit in London, and he does a lot of philanthropic work, and he was going to sent me a check, I was supposed to buy some stuff for this ‘orphanage,’ send it, and keep $550 for myself. Orphanage? Not an uncommon term overall, but in the US, one doesn’t hear it as much here (warning #2). Then he sent me an email with a delivery confirmation and sent a note about it, why hadn’t I gotten the stuff for the orphanage. I looked at the confirmation, and it was to a New Hampshire address (warning #3). Finally, however, a letter DID come, there WAS a check in there, and it was a BANK check! I told him I’d send him the money as soon as the check cleared. He told me to wire it NOW because a boy who needs a heart transplant depends on it (warning #4). Eh? what would $2,300 do that was so important. Finally, I called the bank, and it WAS a real bank, believe it or not, and the first question the person asked was if it had a certain name typed on the lower left line. Yup, there it was. Elizabeth Ortiz. Oddly, that same day, I got an email from someone else saying I won the same job, but at $400/month. I told him that he and his lackeys should get their info coordinated if they’re going to scam people.
And then to Mr. Crisp-I was really starting to consider him my future employer. I sent him an email every day the check DIDN’T come. I sent him an email that lightly touched on karma, and SHAME ON YOU for trying to rip off nice people who are trying HARD to just get a job. OK, learned my lesson.
The next day when I went on Craigslist, I looked under the SCAMS area. Mine was the FIRST ONE they showed. Now I just felt like a fool for all the time I wasted.
Well, if there is anything to be learned from this is that I learned this the hard way (no, I never lost any money, just time), is that I’ll REALLY know what to look for when perusing the Craigslist classifieds.
Until next time, wish me luck on getting a job!!! sarahanne
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I don’t even know what the last thing was that I wrote here. I don’t even know why they held a place for me. And above all, I have nowhere idea where to start.
So, the last time I stopped here, wrote something, and actually posted it was 5 months ago. In work time, that’s about a decade, as time seems to come to standstills frequently here. In bridal time, it was a minute. Everything of your life getting taken over for this 4-5 hour zenith that you are really TRYING to enjoy every moment from, but goodness Lord, there are 175 people and I only knew 30 of them, I don’t like the way I look in the pictures. The best part-my dad in his rented suit walking me down the aisle. There’s this picture of us at the beginning and we both have our heads looking down-like father, like daughter. The pictures of the ceremony that look like I’m about to cry-I’m not. My brother was in the back, and I was about to crack up the whole time. When I put the ring on Dale and got more than a few tears out of my normally stoic pops, being quite proud of his offspring for her tone and diction-enunciating at the perfect times, not too loud-honestly, I was pretty dang proud of myself in that moment too. I know my voice can be heard from space and I was damned if it was going to boom out then. My brother got his tears out of me with his moving speech.
The WEDDING was perfect. The RECEPTION I’d prefer not to comment. I felt gyped, and that’s pretty much it. And with that, the 60 seconds quickly came to its end as reality kicked back in.
Since then, the primary objective was FIND A PLACE TO LIVE IN PORTLAND. I am signed up with many different agencies who look for apartments, some looking on other agency’s sites to see if there is anything. I came across something I liked; it was perfect, end of search. Then hubby decides that we need to put a $900 cap on rent, and the place I had was around $1,200. I said I’m sorry, I’ve been restricted, alas. So the pursuit of a 2BR apt. began in full pursuit. The one almost constant variable involves carpet. If a place is carpeted (and I know it is SO MUCH COOLER to have hardwood floors or stone floors or whatever, but I’m SICK OF ROCKS and want carpet, damnit!), the color will be grey. Most likely a bedroom will be shown, and you will see the PERFECT marks of a freshly steam-cleaned carpet. EVERY time, that triangular pattern.
I am NOT going to slack and put this in Drafts, but it has approached 5pm, which is when I say goodnight to everyone here. So post I go. Will be back soon