Somewhat Malcontent

I’m at my sister’s.  I stop here just about every day to pick up Fynn after work.  Which is good because I can hijack her computer.

I shipped my iBook today, so I am now computer-less.  I will be checking in less frequently until I start my new job in a couple of weeks.  I’m hoping that I’ll be able to blog from my work for while (finally!).

Okay, that’s all.

See ya!

Look out dayturn, here I come!

Right now I should be preparing for my interview tomorrow.  Reviewing my resume to make sure my story is good.  Coming up with new strengths to highlight and weaknesses that could be strengths.  Cruising the company web site and memorizing important milestones and names.  But instead I’m going to eat an entire thin crust pizza myself.  Why?  Because Fynn is spending the night at my sisters.

WOOT!

for your knee to swell up to 3 times its normal size after executing an accidental flip-flop slip-flip backhanded twist on your slickery back patio during a rainstorm and landing in the pile of garbage that escaped from your grip during your unnatural and unplanned acrobatic stunt with your shirt over your head and somehow managing to scrape all of the skin off of said knee during the process?  Is it also normal for said knee to be about 300 degrees hotter than the rest of your body despite having treated it with a water then peroxide wash then neosporining it and wrapping it in ice?  I want my mommy.

Earlier last month I switched to digital phone through my ISP from Vonage.  My ISP assured me that they would take care of cancelling my Vonage account (this sounded fishy at the time but when I asked her to repeat herself she said they were required to let the other service provider know they were taking over service even though I chose not to port my old phone number).  Here we are, the day before my Vonage payment is typically processed and I sign in to check (yes, this is all my fault for not checking like 3 weeks ago) and my account is still “Active” which means I’m going to get billed tomorrow for something that is SO not in the budget it’s not even funny.  Since you cannot cancel your Vonage service online (that’s shady , that is) I opted to call them directly.  54 minutes on hold, 28 to speak to a service representative who told me she needed to transfer me to “Account Management” to terminate my service, the remaining time wondering if she’d actually transferred me or if I had been disconnected.  I finally got pissed and hung up.  I still have one of those old pre-paid mastercards from my work that has like $1.65 on it so I decided to switch my billing info so that they won’t be able to authorize my payment (I can be shady, too) but now I can’t even sign in to my account because they’re doing a “system upgrade” for “my benefit”.  In about 13.2 seconds, when I still can’t get in to my account, my blood pressure is going to upgrade from functional to embolism.  I’m under so much financial stress right now I’ll probably be dead of a heart attack shortly, anyway.  This is probably as good a time as any to tell you that I’ve listed my beloved laptop on ebay and as soon as it sells (oh how I truly need that to happen) I’ll be exiting the blogger scene indefinitely.  Unless someone wants to hand me a check for $1000.  ‘Cuz I’m all about the free money.

I’ve eaten more cheese today than I have in the past year.  Toasted ham and cheese sandwich for lunch and cheese pizza for dinner.  Talk about nutrition.

It’s only the 2nd day of summer and already Fynn is living in her bathing suit.

Finally!  And I just submitted my resume yesterday :)