Monday, February 26, 2007

Blogging the Library

Well my 3 job interviews are now past. One I think I did real well, One I think I did ok, One - I'm just not qualified. And that was ok, I didn't like the looks of the place anyway. I think I did well at the OSBI, but I've said that about other interviews, too. They said it was a pretty long and drawn out process. There was only one opening available, and, it seemed, boatloads of interviewees. Hopefully I made an impression. I liked the place, I liked the people, but now it's down to fate.

I'm trying to stay optimistic, but that is excruciatingly hard for me. I just don't automatically come that way.

And my anxiety level has been skyrocketing lately. I keep imagining my car being reposessed. I am a month behind. I've had that happen before, and still had to pay off the car loan. The Hubby stresses over medical bills. I don't. If I can't pay them, I don't worry about it. I'll worry about other bills. Thank God I don't have a credit card!

Thursday, February 22, 2007

Sorry about the absense, I guess I need to bring my 2 or 3 readers up to speed.

My dreams of being not unlike Jed Clampett have been dashed upon the rocks of reality. My royalties are not what I had hoped, but better than nothing. There goes my dream of being an old, fat Paris Hilton (though more well read)!

I had a temp job at Teleflora for 2 weeks, and discovered I DON'T WANT TO WORK AT A CALL CENTER EVER, EVER, EVER AGAIN!!! I'm just too burned out. Flowers this time. Flowers did me in, orders and complaints. I may have burned my bridges there, but I don't care.

3 job interviews this week! One was Wednesday at the Payne County Health Department, the other two are tomorrow. One at the OSBI, the other I know the address, but that's about all. The one on Wednesday went well, I think, but I've said that before without getting the job. The Hubby swears this time is it! That's what his psychic powers are telling him. How come psychic powers never give you the lottery numbers? Hopefully next week tells a different, better, story.

And, I got my hair cut for the first time in a year, year 1/2. It's looks good, I think. My self-esteem is too poor to be sure. About 3 inches are gone - in long layers (fine hair), face framed. I'm considering color. Not to color my gray, being dark blond, my grays don't stand out that much.

So, I'm having fair days and bad days. There was a day last week (or early this week) when I was ready to kill myself because I burned the Hubby's toast!

And about other things:

I really couldn't care less about Anna Nichole Smith. Her death may be natural, but it looks suspicious. She should be next to her son, and not pawned off to a mother she hadn't talked to in years. I really feel for the baby, Danilynn. Noone seems to care for her. It's all about money. That's sad.

Now there are two presidential candidates I will not vote for: Hilliary Clinton, and (big surprise) John McCain. Actually there's more than two, I won't vote for any Republican. And does the election REALLY have to start a year early. Can't it be about the issues, and not how much money a certain candidate has? Am I naive? To me, the money just corrupts everybody, it does no good.

Jimmy, in the Navy, is in the last portion of his training, he'll be assigned to a ship around June. He called me the day before Valentine's day. It's like pulling teeth to get either of us to talk, so it was a short conversation. He says he in "the bottom of the top". He's doing well, he's just driven enough not to think so.

My stepson has gotten a tattoo. A black and red star, nice, but kind of plain. he say's he's going to add to it later.

I guess that's about it for now. I appreciate everyone who has hung with me. These rants are my only outlet for my depression. I appreciate you staying to listen. Thank you.