Monday, April 25, 2011

I think I'll sit this one out

On Thursday, I had an interview that went so well that I was offered a second interview on the spot. That second interview was today, and if offered the job, I definitely will not be taking it. The big boss, who interviewed me today, came across as a huge jerk, and there is no way I want to spend eight hours a day in a trailer with him. At the end of the interview, he complimented me on listening rather than talking, and although I said "Thank you," I was thinking "Well, you didn't let me get a word in edgewise." *snort*

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Psychological warfare does not work

on mice! Despite the fact that the killer traps are out of the drawer and in the middle of the counter as a clear warning, I still saw a mouse scamper across the floor last night.

*sigh* Of course, I can't deliberately kill one, so I stopped at Home Depot tonight and spent $10 on no-kill traps, which I will set and then release any mouseses I catch far, far away from my house.

Today was the memorial service for our client who died last week. Mom went, but I just couldn't. I was feeling particularly depressed today, and just couldn't face going.

I think tonight calls for a long, hot bath in a particularly spicy vanilla-clove combination. Somehow, it feels like the winter of my discontent has returned.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

The Palm Sunday killer

Last week was really truly the week from hell. One of our nicest, sweetest clients died at the very young age of 63, and I found out Sunday night. The week went downhill from there, and I didn't even get to slam the door in the face of any copier salesmen. We had trial prep, and hysterical phone calls from needy clients, news that one of our wards has bedbugs, multiple inane faxes from a dickweed opposing counsel and assorted other irritations.

This morning, the start of a new week, on the way to pick up my antidepressant, I ran over and killed a squirrel. Anyone who knows me knows I have no love for treerats, but I don't want to kill them. :( Oh, and to anyone else who hits an animal with a car--do NOT look in the rear view mirror. *tears*

Thankfully, the day improved. Mom and Dad came and picked me up at 10, we went to a local non-chain restaurant for breakfast, then drove to Columbus and had presents and cake for my nephew's 11th birthday. We had a nice time, and then came home while it was still light, and I will be headed to bed soon, hoping this week will be better than last week!

P.S. My doggie nephew, Ralph, spent all of Sunday sunbathing. Cute, cute dog.

Saturday, April 09, 2011

spring. oh yay.

Signs of spring at Casa de Jammies:

Dandelions and nettles sprouting.

Allergies sprouting.

Trash all over the front yard from selfish pigs driving by.

The juvenile idiots next door revving their crotch rockets for hours on end.

Spastic robins fighting with their reflections in the living room window.

The damn dog running through the house barking at the last two.

On the other hand, I did get to go outside and clean up last year's leaves. One-half of the flowerbed along the front sidewalk is cleaned up, and if the weather holds, I can do the other half tomorrow morning. Plus I get to have open windows in the house, and dream about having enough money to mulch everything this year.

The yard is still paying for my spring of grief over Bigfoot, but I'm trying to get things back together. I'm also trying to figure out what happened to my lemon balm, which sprouted all over in its container on the front porch last summer and did well on the breezeway this winter, but is currently dying off in great swathes right now. It's a puzzle.

Another puzzle is what the heck has happened to my skin, which is suddenly dry and lizard-y. I haven't changed anything about the amount of water I drink or the amount of baths I take or the amount of moisturizer I use, but I am suddenly a leezard.

It drives me crazy that there is so much at work I can't talk about here, but even if I have fewer than ten readers, it's still a public website, and client confidentiality has to be respected.

Ah well, scales and puzzled brain and muzzled fingers and all, I'm still alive, still finding my little pleasures, and still haven't gone completely nuts, so I'm good.

Tuesday, April 05, 2011

Dear Copier Salesman,

Yes, I did have to unlock the door when you showed up at 4:55.

Yes, I was working late, and so was my employer.

Yes, we had spent the entire day on trial prep.

Yes, trial prep sucks and we have had to do far too much of it the last three weeks.

Yes, I really really meant it when I said that we were fine as far as copying, scanning, etc. go.

Yes, it gave me unadulterated, vicious pleasure to close the door in your face when you wouldn't shut up.

Yes, I would have slammed the door if it weren't 112 years old.

So thank you for giving me that one glorious moment in my day.

Love and kisses,


Sunday, April 03, 2011

Spring miscellany

The daffodils are sprouting.

On Thursday, I saw the first wild bunny I've seen since last fall.

My allergies and sinuses are going nuts.

Piggie Pie has decided that she lurves a squeaky toy which she used to disdain, and now is so enamored of it she tried to bring it to bed last night.

There are two probate court magistrates who are now forever on my List, one for not believing my mom, and one for trying to make her his enforcer.

I still hate trial prep.

The chives have grown an incredible amount.

The couple inches of spring snow we got last week do not seem to have damaged anything.

I'm still fighting my own body on this DST thing.

I'm still alive!