Ummm....
I just looked over my past posts and it occurs to me that they're cyclic in energy. Might want to keep those meds steady.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Not So Cranky
I can't believe it took me about 2 weeks to get over the bar exam. Sorry for all the ranting posts. It felt like I had no control over anything and that made me just furious. I'm better now though.
Thoughts about the events around the bar:
1. Virginia is exceedingly pretty.
2. Despite the no-radar-detectors law, people drive like flaming maniacs on the freeway. The further south you get in the state, the higher the accepted speed. Ah, back home to the South! I've missed you so.
3. Roanoke's downtown, where I was, is not pretty. Not pretty like Cleveland and Birmingham are not pretty.
4. My hotel room had stringent instructions to "Keep All Valuables With You" and a safe in the room itself. Needless to say, said safe did not work.
5. Unworking safe is rather unfortunate as one is not allowed to bring purses into bar exam.
6. It was approximately 8000 degrees outside - imagine the heat in car trunks.
7. My cell phone has not yet forgiven me for roasting it and now refuses to ring. It'll take messages, mind you, but will not ring.
8. Bar exam BAD. Very, very bad.
9. Drive home + 2 large sugar-free Red Bulls makes for happy girl. Happy girl sings loudly and badly to horrible music, all with smile on her face.
10. I was never so happy to see my cat.
Thoughts about the events around the bar:
1. Virginia is exceedingly pretty.
2. Despite the no-radar-detectors law, people drive like flaming maniacs on the freeway. The further south you get in the state, the higher the accepted speed. Ah, back home to the South! I've missed you so.
3. Roanoke's downtown, where I was, is not pretty. Not pretty like Cleveland and Birmingham are not pretty.
4. My hotel room had stringent instructions to "Keep All Valuables With You" and a safe in the room itself. Needless to say, said safe did not work.
5. Unworking safe is rather unfortunate as one is not allowed to bring purses into bar exam.
6. It was approximately 8000 degrees outside - imagine the heat in car trunks.
7. My cell phone has not yet forgiven me for roasting it and now refuses to ring. It'll take messages, mind you, but will not ring.
8. Bar exam BAD. Very, very bad.
9. Drive home + 2 large sugar-free Red Bulls makes for happy girl. Happy girl sings loudly and badly to horrible music, all with smile on her face.
10. I was never so happy to see my cat.
Monday, July 16, 2007
Telemarketers
I got my new place, I got my new phone number. I went to register the number on the Do Not Call List. The site told me I couldn't report any abuse until after 31 days of having the number. So I waited. And I counted. And I got HAMMERED with calls. I kept a list of all of them. It felt like the only way I could have control.
July 7 was the last day I could get calls. Now, I get many fewer calls. But I still get them. Some are for the previous owners of the number, and I understand. (Seems like the last owner was in a bit of trouble, but maybe s/he was just unlucky.)
Now, when I get unsolicited calls, I ask the person to remove me from the calling list. Today, I got a call about child porn. When I actually got a person, I politely asked him to remove me from the list. He said, "Well, now that we're off to a good start, what's your problem with the issue of child porn?" I don't need sarcasm. Why does that guy get to be a jerk to me? He called me.
I understand that telemarketers have shitty jobs. Still, I don't think they get to be an ass to me. My theory on the phone is that I pay for the phone for my own convenience. No-one gets to use that to be snippy to me.
July 7 was the last day I could get calls. Now, I get many fewer calls. But I still get them. Some are for the previous owners of the number, and I understand. (Seems like the last owner was in a bit of trouble, but maybe s/he was just unlucky.)
Now, when I get unsolicited calls, I ask the person to remove me from the calling list. Today, I got a call about child porn. When I actually got a person, I politely asked him to remove me from the list. He said, "Well, now that we're off to a good start, what's your problem with the issue of child porn?" I don't need sarcasm. Why does that guy get to be a jerk to me? He called me.
I understand that telemarketers have shitty jobs. Still, I don't think they get to be an ass to me. My theory on the phone is that I pay for the phone for my own convenience. No-one gets to use that to be snippy to me.
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Enough
I'm ready to be completely selfish, however, those who know me know I'm not being unfair.
For many years, like since I was in undergrad, my father gave me a separate gift from my Mom. I now have 4 degrees. For each of the earlier 3, I got a graduation gift. This time, my father has decided that I don't need a gift. No gift from the only one of us 3 children who sent a father's day card or called the father.
Enjoy the state-run nursing home, I'm done.
(Fucker)
For many years, like since I was in undergrad, my father gave me a separate gift from my Mom. I now have 4 degrees. For each of the earlier 3, I got a graduation gift. This time, my father has decided that I don't need a gift. No gift from the only one of us 3 children who sent a father's day card or called the father.
Enjoy the state-run nursing home, I'm done.
(Fucker)
Sunday, June 24, 2007
I Am So Mad
What a weekend...
Friday, I offered to take a neighbor to the airport. OK, I got it done. (Turns out I should cut off my fingernails before taking apart a wheelchair.) So I figured, OK, I'll go a town over and get my cable modem. I am, of course, paying for it and still don't have it. Of course I got lost, ended up in a neighborhood which was lovely and expensive.
Today - I call my brother back, and he tells me that the folks are stuck in Dulles (near me) and they might need a place to stay. Thanks for the preview!! Might have wanted to know that. Luckily, my Mom just called and said they're on the plane to San Diego.
In the interim, I'm doing laundry. I started my clothes with no one else there. I came back about 1 1/4 hours after starting the dryers, and find that one of my dryers has been emptied. I was a little nervous about approaching the skinny bitch who was in there, but I got over it. I asked, "Did you do this?" She said yes. That it was all dry. I said, "Except for these pants." No response. I told her if there was ever a problem in the future to knock on my door. She said, "That's how we do it here". Damn. Now I have to hang my clothes all night because apparently she knows more about dryers than I do. I hope she gets stuck in traffic tomorrow.
Friday, I offered to take a neighbor to the airport. OK, I got it done. (Turns out I should cut off my fingernails before taking apart a wheelchair.) So I figured, OK, I'll go a town over and get my cable modem. I am, of course, paying for it and still don't have it. Of course I got lost, ended up in a neighborhood which was lovely and expensive.
Today - I call my brother back, and he tells me that the folks are stuck in Dulles (near me) and they might need a place to stay. Thanks for the preview!! Might have wanted to know that. Luckily, my Mom just called and said they're on the plane to San Diego.
In the interim, I'm doing laundry. I started my clothes with no one else there. I came back about 1 1/4 hours after starting the dryers, and find that one of my dryers has been emptied. I was a little nervous about approaching the skinny bitch who was in there, but I got over it. I asked, "Did you do this?" She said yes. That it was all dry. I said, "Except for these pants." No response. I told her if there was ever a problem in the future to knock on my door. She said, "That's how we do it here". Damn. Now I have to hang my clothes all night because apparently she knows more about dryers than I do. I hope she gets stuck in traffic tomorrow.
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Better Now
Feeling much more positive than the last post - apologies all around for my pity party. I got a huge laugh today - ah, the glory that is MySpace. I found out a friend has a page, and to be honest, I giggled for a while. Why? So I went to look at it. Nothing, really, but I was able to link from that page to other people's pages (people I knew long ago). Interesting to catch up.
The best part of MySpace is reading how people describe themselves. Even better if you know the person. Wow, my psych degree kicked into overtime reading the descriptions. I'd love to share more but I risk hurting people's feelings, and that's not the intent. It helps to know that if I could be face-to-face with the authors, I would tease them relentlessly.
Lately, since the move, I've been cheesily nostalgic, so looking through MySpace was kinda fun. There's a few people I wouldn't mind reading about. This may end up being a good thing, because otherwise in my super-sad moments I have a tendency to call people who would rather not hear from me.
Safety first!
The best part of MySpace is reading how people describe themselves. Even better if you know the person. Wow, my psych degree kicked into overtime reading the descriptions. I'd love to share more but I risk hurting people's feelings, and that's not the intent. It helps to know that if I could be face-to-face with the authors, I would tease them relentlessly.
Lately, since the move, I've been cheesily nostalgic, so looking through MySpace was kinda fun. There's a few people I wouldn't mind reading about. This may end up being a good thing, because otherwise in my super-sad moments I have a tendency to call people who would rather not hear from me.
Safety first!
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Thoughts
I'm learning so much law that it's overwhelming. Each day is like a semester in the class I wish I attended. But....well, but nothing. Like I have any idea what I'm doing.
Here's my real world these days:
Traffic - at least for the most part the drive is pretty.
Telephone - the evil government bastards have decided that I can't report the ceaseless telemarketers until 31 days after I register my phone number. (Which, btw, didn't work for better than a week after I had it. Wish I'd known, I'd have registered it then.) This means that 7/7/07 is an extra special day for me because I can finally report the jerkoffs who keep calling me.
School - it's relentless and I'm terrified.
Friends - have their own lives, and I'm jealous because I wish I had one right now.
I promise to try not to bitch too much in the future. Clearly, not a great day.
PS - Taco Bell food contains Xanax.
Here's my real world these days:
Traffic - at least for the most part the drive is pretty.
Telephone - the evil government bastards have decided that I can't report the ceaseless telemarketers until 31 days after I register my phone number. (Which, btw, didn't work for better than a week after I had it. Wish I'd known, I'd have registered it then.) This means that 7/7/07 is an extra special day for me because I can finally report the jerkoffs who keep calling me.
School - it's relentless and I'm terrified.
Friends - have their own lives, and I'm jealous because I wish I had one right now.
I promise to try not to bitch too much in the future. Clearly, not a great day.
PS - Taco Bell food contains Xanax.
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