tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70433472012-01-27T22:55:42.971-06:00A stream of semi-consciousness!Ms. Not Togetherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14454154928802106997noreply@blogger.comBlogger4531100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043347.post-43234250784298252102011-04-30T20:07:00.002-05:002011-04-30T20:35:18.209-05:00

I've been getting the odd comment every now and then. Probably spam. I know this really isn't worth reading, but it's nice to think that someone reads this. Of course, they probably think, "Wow! This chick really needs help! Mentally, that is." I'll take that.I did finally hear from my son. I might already have gone through it here, but I don't remember so I'll do it again. My ex is also

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I know, I know, I know, he's a grown man. He has his own life. Talking to me is pretty far down on his radar. But... I just want to hear from him. He can yell and scream at me. I know I screwed up his life by standing by and letting the Hubby bully him. Sigh. Two months. How much longer?

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This is the email I would have been writing you. I haven't heard from you since December 22. Yes, it's driving me out of my mind. But I am determined to let you live your own life. Be your own man. A man who should CALL HIS MOTHER ONCE IN AWHILE!! Even if he has nothing to say. So I'm writing here instead. Nothing's really happening here. Randy buys whatever crap he wants, I hold

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I haven't heard from my son in three weeks. I guess that's not a big deal. But one of the days was Christmas. I guess I royally messed up his life. I should have told Randy and Sandy to knock it off, but I was too timid. It's only been three weeks, though. I, in all probability, am making way too much out of it. I wanted to save the money. Now one or two guitars, some gun stuff later and

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May?! Really?! Wow! I'm writing here now because I need somewhere to spew, that's not out in the open, like Facebook. Not a lot has happened. Well, like one great big thing, and a couple of little things. Well it came onto the end of November, the current oil lease was about up. I was hoping for a modest increase over January 2005's money. Tandye and I spoke to a really nice man named Alan

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Yeah.Yeah.On one hand, I haven't had many hot flashes lately, which is good. On the other, I've been depressed. Not the major - wake up crying - can't get a handle on it - depression, but an unrelenting sadness. My sister and her kids, they're happy, they're active, they're so...well, TOGETHER. Look at me, I'm practically house-bound. Work and home and work and home. Yes, I read and knit

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You know, the only reason I took the remainder of my vacation, was because I was getting kind of stressed at work. I'm a cashier at Wally world, and I've probably said this before, but I like it. I like my store. Weird. But it was getting to me, and I had to use or lose it by April 29, my anniversary date. But, jeez, I hate sitting at home. I want to GO and DO, but that takes money. I did

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That would be the answer to what I've been doing for the last 3 months. I've been mildly depressed. In January I got mononeucleosis, a fun, new experience for me. In February I got my updated mammogram and ultrasound (just the left boob). It's still fine. Around that time I got to see 3/4 of Avatar in Imax 3D, until one of the projectors boogered up and stopped the movie. I got a free pass,

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I was confused. It looked horribly bad outside my Wal-Mart on Thursday, and yet my store was filled. I could only see the blowing snow, but people kept coming in and coming in. When I got off at 4:30, I didn't know whether I should attempt to go home, I live in Guthrie, yet work in Stillwater, or get a hotel room in Stillwater in the night. I had learned the Interstates were closed, and yet

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Wow. I haven't wrote a word since September?! What's happened. Well, let's see. In October, my alternator went out. That kinda hacked me off, since it was still relatively new. So, new Alternator, new belt, new bolt and I'm back on the road. Two weeks later, yes that's right, TWO WEEKS LATER, the belt broke, the bolt broke and it's back in the shop. Now it's about a month later, the belt

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Well, for right now, anyway, my left boob is fine, but I go in February to get an updated mammogram and possibly ultrasound. And then get the regular full set in August. Whew!I'm pretty good at freaking out and I did for a good while. But then I declared myself fine, and I was.Well physically anyway. Mentally....I'm not so sure. I'm not sure I should be worried about depression yet, but I've

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I finally had my first mammogram on Monday. And it is just as uncomfortable as I've heard. I had it done at the women's center place behind the Heart Hospital at Mercy. They were very nice, very professional. The fact is, though, you get your boobs squished down so they can take (granted, digital) xrays. Can guys have their testicles xrayed the same way? Please?!Tuesday afternoon, they

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I know It's been a while but, hell, noone reads this anyway. I have heartburn, have been sad for while, and the hot flashes are coming, well, hot and heavy. My son is unhappy in the Navy. My husband and I are 180 degrees from each other politically, and that's driving me nuts. You know I can pretty much get along with everybody. I just don't let anybody know if I disagree with them. I mean,

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First the life lesson - Don't stab yourself with a knife. If you want to separate frozen hot links with a paring knife, don't hold them in your non-dominant hand while you stab at them with your dominant hand (holding the paring knife). Don't! Put them down. Put. Them. Down. Now. Have a frozen pizza or something that doesn't involve a paring knife. Lesson done.Now for the exciting news!

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I see all these ads and flowers, plants, cakes, jewelry, etc., and I just want to cry. Nothing like that is going to happen to me. My son is in Japan, or else somewhere on his ship. But even if he was here, he doesn't remember my birthday and it's two days before his! He is a good kid, but he is a guy. Hopefully, at some point in his life he'll get involved, if not married, and the

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So, I've now joined Facebook and Twitter, besides MySpace. And yet, I'm just not, well, together enough for any of it. You know, hence the name, Ms. Not Together. And I don't get nearly enough online time. That was the one great thing about the Cendant Years, the constant internet time. Of course, that was also why I was fired. Not that it had anything to do with job performance. My job

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Just what the hell am I supposed to do?! Grovel at the Hubby's feet, looking up adoringly, vapid smile on my face, breathlessly waiting for his next order?! Am I not supposed to have a mind of my own?! I am NOT a STEPFORD WIFE (creepy original movie, not stupid remake)! Can't I be my own person, and be loved as such? Damn.Well, I got that off my chest. I wish... no forget that. Wishing's

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It's amazing that there should be life lessons such as the following, because you'd think it would be common sense.WHEN YOU'RE ON A SMALL ONE-LANE HIGHWAY (SUCH AS HWY 33 IN PAYNE COUNTY), DON'T 1. PASS A BUS 2. PASS IN A NO PASSING ZONE.Yesterday, Friday, Feb 13th, at about 7am, The Meridian Technology bus was headed toward Agra to pick up a student (or students), a person, no a

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....I think.Yesterday morning while on my way to work, my car starting making a screaming-ish, grinding-ish noise. I did what I usually do regarding upsetting car noise - I turned up the radio and tried to ignore it. Well, that worked on the way to work (from Guthrie to Stillwater). On the way home, however, that strategy just didn't work. I got gas at the station on highways 177 & 33, then

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Wow, has it been two months since the last post?! Sad thing is nothing much has happened. And while most of the nation has decided to walk boldly into the future with Barack Obama, Oklahoma decided to regress further back into the stone age. Hopefully, but not realistically, they'll screw us up so bad, we'll vote them out in the next election. Sigh. And I'll tell ya, anyone who voted against

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It turns out, I'm a big wiennie! I'll be 49 on Monday, (and, yes, the federal government has graciously made is a holiday, since I'm so modest, they call it Columbus day) Yay!! I get to hang onto my forties for one more year. And I'd say I don't feel old, but that's not quite true. In my mind, I'm the same dumb kid I always was. My body, however, is singing a different tune. Losing weight

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Can the roaring twenties come to an end without crashing? And can we actually put the blame where it belongs: on the republican party? Anybody remember the eighties? Anybody... Anybody? Remember how deregulation was supposed to be good for us? Remember how they crowed how executives were worth their obscene pay? Are chickens going to come home to roost at last? Vote democrat. As

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Ok, don't answer that.But still, Sarah Palin? OMG! I mean, really, OH MY GOD!! Did he...just pick a woman for the sake of a woman (under the misguided attempt at Hillary supporters)? Did he sincerely go after the fruit-loopiest fundie woman (who just happens to be hot)? Or was hotness up first? And I would like to know why she would fly for nine hours, having minor contractions, leaking

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First it was this:By Steve LiewerUNION-TRIBUNE STAFF WRITER8:51 p.m. June 6, 2008CORONADO – A stubborn fire May 22 aboard the aircraft carrier George Washington damaged 80 of the ship's 3,800 rooms, according to a preliminary assessment released Friday by the Navy.The blaze also caused minor injuries to 24 sailors. Now:4:45 a.m. August 21, 2008SAN DIEGO – The nuclear-powered aircraft carrier USS

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I confess! I'm guilty. It is a sin, right? I left a smug comment about my balmy 95 degree weather, and what did I get? Low 100's, and high humidity, and not a drop of rain in sight, that is - a typical Oklahoma summer, if just a smidge late. Thank God for wind, even though it feels like a hot breath on your face. Also, Thank God for central air, even if we do keep it around 80 degrees,

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This is basically something I do for me. I have to. Otherwise I'll just keep it all inside. But I'm really not doing anything other than going to work. Guthrie to Stillwater, 5 days aweek. sigh. I want to go. I want to do. No money. no more. My fault.

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I know I need to write. I guess I have kind of a block. It doesn't really matter, of course, nobody reads this. Ok, this is for my husband, who thankfully doesn't read this. Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up! You don't know what the hell you're talking about! Obama is ten times the man McCain is! The gun people send you little snippets or outright lies and you just eat it up! There is no

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Through the eyes of my son....So Chili was pretty cool (hah). Seriously, it was cold and foggy for the extent of our visit. It is fall going on winter down there. Didn't get to go on the one tour I was allowed to get ('cus reactor department had working days. Blech) because the barge that the little liberty boats pull up to to drop off people broke lines and was no longer stable enough to get

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So, here is how my son describes Rio de Janiero, Brazil. So Rio’s an interesting place. If you like sand. And water. And sexually (and mosquitoly) transmitted diseases. Really pretty from a distance. Beautiful scenery, but unfortunately there’s this old dirty city thrown in the middle of the rainforest covered, mountainous coastline, which, if you’re standing way back so you can see the hill with

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Isn't the internet a wonderful thing. Here's a clip of my son's ship leaving Norfolk, VA on it's way to it's ultimate destination: Japan.

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...and one that should be fairly obvious: DON'T POKE YOURSELF IN THE EYE! Early Friday morning, in bed, I was turning from back to stomach, and POKE!! My right thumbnail right in my left eye. OMG, pain, tearing, sensitivity to light - what the hell did I do to myself. Well, I found out. I went that morning to my eye doctor, I tore my cornea. Right now I'm wearing a plain soft contact lens

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Ok, I know it's been a while. I just don't get online as often as I'd like. Anyway, the hubby and I are officially low-income! Enough to be on the program that picks up the lions share of the prescriptions! Not enough, naturally, to get food stamps. Of course, I don't know why we were kicked out of it last year. Do you have to do that every year?Of course that begs the question, what if

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Today, I have paid the most, MOST! money I have ever paid for a 30-day prescription: $655.21. That's right, one single prescription, $655.21. Holy crap!!And I have to give a hearty THANK YOU! to GWB for his Medicare Part D prescription program.The hubby went on Part D when I was unceremoniously canned from Cendant/Trilegiant/Whateverthehell It Ended Up Being in February 2006. At the same time

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So, why aren't I doing it?I feel kind of paralyzed.I need to be doing laundry. I need to be looking for a pin for my son in his mail. I need to walk the dogs again. I need to be planning the trip to Norfolk, VA to see my son one last time before his ship leaves for Japan. I need to take a library book back. I need go to the drug store and see if the Hubby's 'scrips are ready. I need to be

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Did I tell you I got a new oil lease? Well I did. I'm not as happy as I was in 2005. But I think that's more a screwup in my head than anything. Because I should be, it maybe only temporary, but I should enjoy it while I have it. Anyway, I've had problems making my car payment since being unemployed. And as a shy person, I'm easily cowed by the calls and the pressure. My son helped me bring

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The Hubby starts his couselling today. Hurray!! I hope something will come from it. I guess it would be too much to ask for to have him let go of his past. Not much is going on in my life. I'm getting an assload of money any day now, but, as I've said before, it's not making me happy, the opposite in fact. My job is secure, but it still seems weird to be going backwards in my "career". And

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Geez, where has the time (and my energy) gone? I'm still cashiering at the old Stillwater Wally World. I got to see firsthand an after Thanksgiving sale. I had never bothered with them as a consumer. It was really interesting to watch. There were some good buys. I was an extra cashier in Jewelry. I had a 5am to 2pm shift that day. It was just kind of freaky to see how many people were

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I'm not a hell of alot happier, but I'm not much sadder, either. The Hubby continues his downward spiral. Nothing I can do about it. He doesn't listen to me. It's like I don't exist. I wish I had friends. I wish there were some masochistic people who read this tripe. I could use readers.

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First off, even though nobody reads this, I wish Tbogg and extended Cali family well. Just remember, stuff is stuff, as long as family is safe, stuff can be replaced.My life is the same. Birthday sucked. BIG. But now I'm 48 and trying to get used to it. I still feel like life has passed me by. I had always thought I was meant for something, something big. What was that?! Cashiering at

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The Hubby alternates between wanting to die and having no reason to live. What do I do? What CAN I do?This is making me sick.Oh, wait, ha ha, that was a joke, right? I don't have insurance yet. I can't get sick.He's going to the orthopedic guy next Wednesday to get the shoulder shots that don't work. I think he should just go ahead and the scraping done - it may not be forever, but will last

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New news, (I think): Stepson Jason lost his job at a wireless companies call center (not counting when his attendance fell off).My husband's car needs a new engine. Of course, I'd 've thought a, like, 3-year-old, Jasper engine with less that 25,000 miles on it would still be pretty new. I'd never consider the noise his '95 Tahoe was making was his NEW engine going out! Unfortately, the

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Today is a down day. In a month, I'll turn 48 (ik), and don't feel like I've accomplished anything. There are things I wanted to do and things I wanted to see and it seems all of it costs money. I'd like slightly more hours than they're giving me at work, but lack the nerve (resolve?) to ask for it. Politics seems to be rearing it's ugly head at home. Me and the Hubby are 180 degrees

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My stepson got fired today from the Cingular job he's had for a few years. This sent Randy down the pipes, since he had phone service on his son's employee plan. Then, of course, he goes over EVERY concievable wrong EVER in his life. God is against him... He ought to die.... He needs to be in the hospital. And NOT because of his bones! I'm tired of it. It's not my fault. There's nothing

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Away. From. Here.I'm tired of MethLab Estates. I'm tired of dogs running loose.Why? The proverbial straw?Monday Morning. Of course Bubba starts moaning (mooing?) to go potty. I get up at around 5:30 am and take the dogs, Bubba, Cletus and Ziva out to potty and let out the cat, Whiskers (stupid name, but I got him about 10 years ago a year old and already named). Whiskers stays outside.

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Don't go out without pants or shoes. Picking up the paper in your underwear is (well, gross enough) one thing, but getting groceries at the store is another. If someone needs to tell you to put on clothes before you go out, maybe you shouldn't go out.Checking out customers on Monday, close to the end of my day. I get an older dude (my age or older), reminding me roughly of David Crosby.

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Today I feel kind of down. I know, it's kind of a same ol', same ol' sort of thing. It gets me thinking about the books I'd like to write, but probably won't because I'm not talented enough. Having the stories in your head just isn't enough. I'd like to be able to pay off my car (hell, make a car payment even!). I'd like me and the Hubby to travel while he can still move (his orthopedic

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Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I cried.I cried and cried and cried.OMG, what a GREAT book!!!

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Bubba!! Get your nose out of my butt!!

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Once again, I'm at the point where I feel competent, alive and ready at work, but worthless and useless at home.Geez, how I hate myself! I know, it's all I write about, but it kind of consumes me. I guess that's the way depression is. You know depression is treatable?Well, duh! You know I don't have either available money or health insurance?!Right now, I don't feel there is really, REALLY a

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First, Things You Shouldn't Have to Say to Your Dog:Ziva! Put down that rabbit rearend!! (and yes, it was JUST the back half of the dearly departed bunny)Second, I'd call it an update, but nothing's really changed:I'm still working at Wally World, actually kind of like it (weird!), not looking for anything better, higher paying, more fulfilling, etc. I'm done. Maybe someday I'll actually write

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I tanked at yet another interview, for a job that paid more money, but I wasn't sure I wanted anyway. But see, whether I wanted it or not isn't the point. The point is I suck at interviews. The point is I wanted to be the one to tell them "no". I'm going to be at WalMart forever. And, yeah, I know that's not necessarily a bad thing. But I'm not going to have time or money to travel. My

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Cashiering at WalMart hasn't been that bad. I've almost gotten used to standing all day. I've got another interview coming up, also. So I should be happy. So why aren't I? I'm so anxious I feel like I could explode. And sad, too. Not a suicidal depression, just a sort-of life-is-worthless-I-am-worthless kind of thing. I think it's money. I still can't bring my utilities and car payment up

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I'm going to slow down on this for a while. Not that it really matters. Working's taking a lot of my time and the computer is unreliable. And I don't really have anything new to say.But I do wish I mattered.

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Yes, I am now in the ranks of the employed. I am a cashier-in-training at a Wal-mart. Hopefully I can get my bills caught up. I'd still rather win the lottery.It seems odd to me that in my entire life, I've either gone sideways or backwards job-wise (I can't say I've ever had a career). I get to $12.75 an hour, and somehow my life needs a correction (divorce, depression, getting canned), and

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I would like to do so much with this blog, but right now I'm so wrapped up in myself, it's hard to think straight. I'm still unemployed. I keep going on interviews that lead to nothing. It seems like the Hubby hates me now. He says suicide would be stupid, but then critizes what I do, or don't do. I can't change who I am. I tell him I can't change. He doesn't really give me an answer how

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No, I did not get the position that made me so incredibly happy. But, instead of just being turned down, they didn't fill the position. Yes, I crashed. Life is not worth living, wish I was dead, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. I am back up to a not nearly happy, but not technically sad point of view. Go to Cingular tomorrow. Since I've interviewed with them twice in the past, it doesn't bode

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I had a really great interview today at the Physician Manpower Training Commision! I went in almost (ALMOST? right) panicking, and came out confident the job was mine. So, I have to give a SHOUT OUT to my interviewers, Michelle and Charlotte!! YOU GO, GIRLS!!!God willing, I will either have won the lottery or be gainfully employed within the next 2 weeks!See? This is me trying to turn my

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Oh, yeah, post number 397.Haven't heard anything from the interview last week. Yeah, like I am. I've heard from some insurance benefits call center that may have a temporary Customer Svc position opening in June or July. Sigh.I think I need to talk to somebody. Because I don't want to work. No, no, no that's not quite true. I want to work on my own terms. Something that fits just me.

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Yeah, I'm still here. I still don't see a point to living. I still think I'm unemployable, and would rather win the lottery. But, for now at least, I have stepped back just a little from the brink of suicide. I'm not going to apologize for what I wrote. It's what I felt at the time. No, sometimes this blog is all that's keeping me here. I don't have many friends, those I do have I don't

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I've been thinking about what to write for post no. 400. I've been thinking it should be a "State of My State" message. But I'm not sure I'm going to be around for it.I have a handsome, wonderful husband, with a crappy, debilitating illness. He blames himself for our problems. You know, Man Stuff. Please. I don't blame him. I put the blame squarely where it belongs: ME. I'm the one who

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Two more state job interviews coming up. Two more chances to booger up the interviews.Have seen no jobs in the paper that trip my trigger. I don't want a call center job anymore, they stress me out too much. I want a job that has actual sick leave - and the taking of which doesn't count as an absence. I'd prefer a job that I like, but I don't see that happening. I don't want to work at

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Didn't get the OSBI job. But, curiously, I am getting a 2nd interview at the place I didn't think I was qualified. They mentioned software they use that I don't even know what it is!Damn! I said I wouldn't cry!What the hell is wrong with me?! Why can't I get a job?No, no, no, no, no! Why can't I just go ahead and win the Powerball, so I don't have to worry about money. So I don't have to

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The Hubby and I went to a pain management guy off of May Ave. and 63rd St. yesterday. What a freakin' waste of time. 2 freakin' hours there! Making the Hubby move in ways he doesn't really move anymore, telling me to be quiet, only to be told he needs to see a rheumatologist and needs to do stretching exercises (for parts that don't move anymore)! Muscle pain and arthitis, now go away! Who

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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

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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

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Well, I have a two-week temp assignment (floral call-center's Valentine's Day overflow) coming up. But still no real desire to even LOOK for a job. Especially since, you know, I can't pass an interview to save my life. I haven't seen any oil money. Have learned that my share may only add up to about $500 a month. Hell, I don't know if it's going to come to my house! Who knows? Maybe it

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I need help! I need to know why life is still worth living, because right now, I just don't see it.

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Ya talk about your poop-outs! I got a little bit more sleet, but that was it.And I know I need to be looking for a job, but it's just not there. All I can think of, is even if I get an interview, I'll just booger it up. The only jobs I had last year were temps. And how many jobs did I interview for? It's just too discouraging. So, for right now at least, I'm going to be a lazy bum. But if

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The temporary assignment opening mail for the Christian Charity has ended. I could've stretched it out another week, but it would have been 4hr days only, and since I come from Guthrie, and have had to have the Hubby cart me around this week, that just didn't pay. We did part amicably. Even though I hated the job and was ready to go, I cried a little. I'm just not good with the unknown. I'm not

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Can the media just SHUT UP now?! At least here in Guthrie it's not as bad as it could have been, and certainly doesn't warrant 24 hour coverage by the local media. It's assinine! They better not interrupt 24 tonight!!Well, the KATT blood drive was posponed until next Saturday, when I have the literacy tutoring session. So I have to decide whether I give blood at the charitable organization

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According to my sitemeter stats, I have one reader. But do you realize what that means? I actually have someone who reads me?! Isn't that just so cool?!Not much going on. My temp service called me on Friday just to see how the assignment was going. Excuse me? Are these the same people who ignored me after the SWA assignment? Are these the people who have given me grief for telling the

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Not a good time for me to mull over the past year and think about the one upcoming. I've been sad today. It may be PMS (can I STOP having a period now!!!), though. Completely unsure. My 47-year-old body is kinda wacko in that regard.My son told me not to worry about his car troubles, he's handling it. Of course he is. He's a good kid, a smart kid, and not a kid (and when did THAT happen?).

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No, I didn't get the job. Yes, I have given up on looking. Because it doesn't matter if I can DO the job, if I can't get through the interview.And, I learned yesterday, my son had car troubles in MS and flew back to Charleston, SC. Great parents we are.But, you say, there would have been nothing you could have done. You didn't have the money to go, or the trailer to put his car on, and the

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Ok, I said it, can it be over now?!I had a job interview for a job I won't get. It kind of reminds me of the horrible anxiety I went through as a kid when taking tests and doing piano recitals (hell itself!). Well piano recitals mainly - I didn't know squat about whatever I took tests on. I never studied. I never did homework. Of course the worst tests were the standardized ones that proved

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Wow! It's been, like, forever since I posted last. It was just a cold that knocked me on my ass. It was a weird cold, though. Fever, chills, nausea aren't what I usually have.Jimmy's gone back to Charleston to start his six-month job training dealie on a real reactor. Then he'll learn what carrier they're putting him on. Since I'm gone almost 12 hours out of the day, with commute, and

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Well.I just got a "Thanks, but no thanks" letter from the one company I thought I had nailed. I was sure I had it. I. Give. Up. I just cannot get a worthwhile job. And to top it off, I'm afraid I may be fired from the temp job for too many absences (2 being days I was snowed in at home, 2 now sick). I've heard that 3 times and you're out. Yeah, it's a Christian organization all right.Jimmy drove

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Well.At Thanksgiving I had to tell my son I couldn't come to see him graduate this Friday from the Nuke program, because we don't have the money to travel to Charleston. Well, I kinda palmed that off to the Hubby. He offered money, which we knew he would, he's a good kid. This like the story of my life, always disappointing somebody, especially Jimmy. I've always struggled for money,

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I have learned two things opening mail for the OKC based Christian Charity: opening mail is boring, and I will NEVER do anything else for Today's Staffing!! First of all, when I get there Friday (before last), they didn't even know I was coming! Now, last week, they call me during work, like it's some kind of emergency. What was it that was so all-fired important? That I needed to fax them

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Well.I've rejoined the ranks of the employed. Openning mail and data entry at a local Christian Charity. It's a temp job. I'm not real sure I want it, but don't really seem to have an alternative. I did have an interview at the State Department of Health for a Admin Tech job, very interesting job, to me the interview seemed to go well, but I have a history of boogering interviews. That would

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I've been really, really depressed, well I'd say lately, but it's actually been months. I really need to see a doctor and get put on a good antidepressant, like Lexapro, but that costs money I don't have. I'm at the point where I know I need to write, but I don't have anything to write about, that I haven't already spewed on. I guess I have to face it: I don't write well.Well, of the family

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I had the interview for said dream job today, Library Technician I at the blind and disabled library near the capitol. And the more I heard about it, the more it seemed like it was meant for just me. Actually there are 2 opennings, one involves making recordings of books, the other more librarian-ish. Could there be anything more perfect?One problem, entry level though it is, I don't have any

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Life bites.

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Yeah, well. I had a job interview yesterday. I'm pretty sure I tanked the interview. That's my problem, I don't interview well. It doesn't matter that I can do any type of clerical-y, customer service-y, call center-y job out there - you have to prove it in the interview. My mind and my body turn in to jello (human-flavored gelatin in case somebody complains about the copyright

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As September comes to a close, let me do what I do best, obsess about myself. Well, I may be getting unemployment, I should know by next week. And, since my period just ended, and PMS not yet begun, I actually feel....ok, not great, but ok. I DO have a job interview next week, and, yes, the thought of which is freaking me out. You know, I don't know if I want this position, I think I'd like

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Still doing the "Poor little me" thing - not attractive.Have a job interview next week - freaking out.Have a new Grand-niece (?), named Piper, 7lbs 6oz.Wow, this isn't even worth blogging! Add more later - I'm at the library, being timed out.

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I'm at a point where I need to write, but the problem is, I'm not going to say anything I haven't already wrote/complained/whined about. And if you're only going to be redundant, why write at all?Well, for me, this is my therapy. This is me being able to say everything normally compacted into a little ball somewhere around my stomach. I guess this is Suicide Prevention Month, I heard it

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Reunemployment, that is. I took a crap-load of tests for State of Oklahoma jobs, so far I've done ok. Hopefully, the offers will come rolling in.But I have to admit, I don't really want to leave the Hubby alone. He swears he's not going to DO THE DEED, but I don't know. He's awfully down. I mean at the bottom. Scary stuff! Knowing there's nothing I can do about it, if I just hang around

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I think I'm approaching menopause, but I'm not sure. Like, I've been really hot this summer, but then, it's been a really, really hot summer. And last night I woke up drenched in sweat. And my ongoing problems with depression.I don't have anyone I can talk to about it. Like, how can it be, if I'm still having a FREAKIN' period?! Can't that stop first?! I'm pretty sure what I'm going through

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My first week of unemployment done (not done?). Supposedly, there is a well out in Roger Mills County that's been pumping away for about 2 months, but I haven't seen a dime's worth of royalties (come in handy right about now). My Cousin the Lawyer is handling all that stuff for us. On the upside, I got a chunk of change for something called a seismograph. Also, my Father-in-Law, deceased for 4

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Friday last came and went and I didn't cry once. I feel horribly drained now, though. But I have come up with a drinking game: every time the M-in-L says something about someone hiring, take a shot. The Hubby is seriously crashing, but there's nothing I can do about it. Yeah, life is great.

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One more week and I join the ranks of the unemployed again. But hey! I did get to shake CEO Gary Kelly's hand on Friday. Unfortuneately, I was on the phone WORKING at the time, unable to say boo to him about my predicament. And then he was gone.I feel like such a loser. A whiney baby loser. I may be a nobody, but I should be able to get some form of employment. Being shy bites. Being fired

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Two more weeks at SWA. The looming unemployement is pretty much knocking me on my ass. Today's Staffing so far has been very unhelpful. Not to mention my raging PMS. I guess I'm bitter. I kinda have a right to be bitter, in February I was full of righteous indignation over being unfairly (but completely within their rights) fired, now I just feel useless, worthless. I don't feel like I can

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No new news. Just feeling sad and alone.

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Here I am! Not quite as ugly as usual! Ready for the Big Time!Oh, and dig that Mona Lisa smile!

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I don't understand the whole Israel, Hamas/Palestinian, Hezzbolah (however you spell it) thing. There are no good guys and no real bad guys (I mean really bad, bad guys), just a bunch of people overreacting. What do you do? It doesn't seem really right to support one group over another. Israel's going to exist whether you want it to or not. Palestinians have a right to respect and live their

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I've decided that however devastating being turned down by Southwest Airlines (for NO GOOD REASON!!), and it was devastating, it was for the best. There are just too many things I don't agree with: mandatory overtime, really low starting pay, 3 weeks unpaid training (who can afford that?), few, if any, paid holidays (I know of 2: Thanksgiving and Christmas), almost guaranteed bad hours and odd

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Hertz said "No, you can't come back here, you stupid, little woman. We don't want people like you." I'm paraphrasing.I tried to explain my problems with depression and social anxiety keeping me from filling out their stupid form. That I didn't want to quit (well, without having meaningful employment). That life post-Hertz has been kinda crappy.Didn't matter. I didn't give any notice when I

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But, hey, I'm not crying!Of course my period started and that could be part of the reason I reacted as I did. The answer is....no. No matter how well I am doing the job at this moment (and let me tell ya, I ROCK), I am not good enough for a permanent position at Southwest Airlines. Buuuuttt, I can apply again in six months!!! YAY!!And now, it's a little hard to go to work. To top it off,

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A week ago, after posting, I got the phone interview. I thought I did well, I thought I explained my firing by being honest, and explaining my problems with depression. Her last words to me were that I would either be called to schedule the in person, in depth interview or I would get the thanks, but no thanks letter. I still haven't gotten the thanks, but no thanks letter, but everybody else

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Yes, I had to go through the whole rigamarole for SWA, posting resume online, and such, even though I'm already in the building, already doing the job. I did it. I decided I'd jump through their hoops. I understand what I'm in for, lousy hours, midweek days off, mandatory overtime, having to work the few official holidays, I'm game for that. I like the company, and I like what I'm doing. Yes

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