Reflections on Today

[judecorp]

I had my job interview today, the one for my last possible assistantship - the one at GLBT Student Services. It wasn't at all like I expected. On one hand, I am remarkably experienced for half of the position (the part where you write a training manual for their Speakers' Bureau and train speakers), but the questions they asked were completely difficuly on-the-spot questions, and of course I thought of great answers once I was in my car. Stuff about whether I'd trained people, and what I've done to bolster diversity in terms of race and gender. Gah. I'm sure I was a total space cadet. Though the other GA in the office helped with the interview, and I have classes with her. She likes me, and she recognized me. They're supposedly going to call me on 17 September to let me know. So I will stew until then.

Tuition is due by then, though, so that means I need to drag $2K out of savings ('There I go being obsessed with money again,' my inner bitch grumbles.) to pay the tuition bill, and hope against hope that I get this job and will get the money back. If not, I've got to find a job, any job, tuition-paying or not. And it will likely pay much less money for working the same amount of hours. So I'm scared.

Then I went to work. I had appointments at 3:00 and 4:00. Neither showed. When I called them to find out what was up and reschedule, both of them said that they had called and left messages for me. (I'm an intern - I don't have a voicemail box - I'm supposed to get paper messages.) I got no messages. So I wasted 3 hours there for absolutely nothing, driving and sitting time included. I rescheduled one for tomorrow. The other I won't see until after I come back from NY - sucks, though, because it's already been 2 weeks since I've seen the child.

All in all, today was a rather stressful day. I probably would have shrugged it all off, but I seem to be in a bit of a post-vacation funk, and the A. stuff certainly isn't helping where that's concerned. I got home and took a little nap with my two best kitties (and tried to ignore the part where A. was talking to me, saying he wanted to make me dinner, not understanding why I didn't want him to) for an hour or so. My cats rock.

And this is a public thank you to vidicon. The fates do neat little things sometimes, and deposit people in your lap when you need them. A faraway stranger who signs his wisdom with a [*] has been a greatly appreciated thing. Thank you.

One more day of work, and two days (just about) until NY. I'm nervous, for positively good and giddy reasons. Yay. I can't wait to start getting ready for the trip. My mind is whirring a mile a minute - what to pack, what to do, what to say, who to call, how to react when Mark picks me up at the airport. *whirr whirr whirr*

I want to email the words to this song to A. I want the MP3. I won't, though, because it's likely catty. But I want to. Badly.


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With one light on in one room
I know you're up when I get home
With one small step upon the stair
I know your look when I get there
If you were a king up there on your throne
would you be wise enough to let me go
for this queen you think you own
Wants to be a hunter again
wants to see the world alone again
to take a chance on life again
so let me go

The unread book and painful look
the tv's on, the sound is down
One long pause
then you begin
oh look what the cat's brought in
If you were a king up there on your throne
would you be wise enough to let me go
for this queen you think you own
Wants to be a hunter again
wants to see the world alone again
to take a chance on life again
so let me go
let me leave

For the crown you've placed upon my head feels too heavy now
and I don't know what to say to you but I'll smile anyhow
and all the time I'm thinking, thinking

I want to be a hunter again
want to see the world alone again
to take a chance on life again
so let me go.

(Dido - Hunter - No Angel)

Comments

[vidicon.livejournal.com]

If I'm so cool, why don't I get laid more often?

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[thespian.livejournal.com]

isn't that my question?

(all my friends should like my other friends. that's always good.)

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

It's MY question, too.

Phooey.

[juliann.livejournal.com]

You don't get laid enough because you are on the wrong continent. Duh.

Tease.

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

You are so all talk. I was on the same continent with you and all you did was touch my butt.

There was no laying at all.

Re: Tease.

[juliann.livejournal.com]

You were the one not responding positively to the butt touching! I can't help it you were frigid towards me!

Re: Tease.

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

That's me, frigid. Just like a woman, or something.

Heh. TEASE.

[juliann.livejournal.com]

Well judging from the responses here, I would say it's cuz you're hanging out with women who are currently on the make for other women? ;)

*snicker*

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

You be nice, J. :)

Ooh! Shiny!

[vidicon.livejournal.com]

Well, this is just my online life -- here I exist as a mere stream of digits anyway. As far as literary intercourse is concerned, I'm fairly indiscriminate. :P

It's my host body back in Atlanta that "iddn't gittin' bizay"...

Oh yeah. It's probably that whole "tremendously repressed" thing that makes me hang out only with "safe" people -- i.e., "involved" or otherwise not interested in my gender.

If one or two didn't occasionally slip through my guard and tackle me in the parking lot on the way to my car, I probably wouldn't get any at all....

It's so sad. There really needs to be a Betty Ford-ish type clinic for people like me.... *sigh*

:)

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Re: Ooh! Shiny!

[juliann.livejournal.com]

Well, if you are male and don't object to sleeping with females, then the problem is likely to be your standards. I have yet to go to a town in America or England (or for that matter, few MUSHes, Usenet groups or other chat places) that did not have a town slut. You know, the skanky chick, usually with bad teeth or other slightly offputting physical feature, who will sleep with anything that moves. Now there may be certain mating rituals involved in bagging the town slut, such as getting her drunk or pretending that you are turned on by /her/ and not just the idea of sex itself. But a clever adventurer can discover said mating rituals just by listening to the gossip in the local pub/pool hall.

So see, it is still all your own fault ;) Once you get rid of those pesky standards, and discard any silly notions of wanting a relationship (or even conversation) to go with your sexual endeavours, then you're set.

Of course you can always try major universities. They have more than their fair share of town sluts. I should know, I had to compete with them for years.

Re: Ooh! Shiny!

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

Juli, you fucking kill me. Ha ha ha.

Will you be my town slut? Do I need to get you drunk first, or will you go straight to the part where you touch my butt?

p.s. I'm having envelope food.

Re: Ooh! Shiny!

[vidicon.livejournal.com]

Ah. I have a bad case of "standards". I see.

That's odd, since I usually don't go for the "standard" models. I prefer "unusuals" or "irregulars"....

Yeah, God forbid I want an actual relationship to go with my sexual intercourse.... What the hell was I thinking? ;)

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Re: Ooh! Shiny!

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

Relationship? What's that?

Blecch!

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

Maybe cause you're like, barking up the wrong tree.

Arf!

Find yerself a keen nerdy girl. Who, you know, likes boys.

[vidicon.livejournal.com]

I keep hearing they exist.... :) I guess I could go on more dates if I ever got the fuck out of my office.

Won't have much choice soon. :/

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Nerdy girls exist.

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

They do! Of course, the absolute best nerdy girl in Atlanta has already been claimed.

Sorry, Charlie.

Re: Nerdy girls exist.

[michael622.livejournal.com]

Atlanta-schmanta. Who needs boring old Atlanta when you can have the Research Triangle Park itself? We have /sooooooooo/ much going on up here, let me tell you. It's positively fascinating. This morning, I got to sit in traffic and watch the dude in the car in front of me pick his nose. Talk about a dream come true. I'm willing to bet cold, hard cash that he's single and willing to date me - and what's sad is that a nose-picker would be the best prospect I've had since Mr. Committment-phobe Adulterer.


So buck up! At least your situation is not as bad as mine. This message has been brought to you by People For The DeFlowerization of Virgins and Other Imaginary Creatures.

Re: Nerdy girls exist.

[vidicon.livejournal.com]

It's not whether you pick your nose. It's what you do with the boogers.

He could have been flicking them at you out of his sun-roof.

You should have just pulled up next to his window and chanted, "Eat it! Eat it! Eat it!"

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Is Research Triangle Park just that poor of a place to do your hunting? Maybe you could get "how to compete with town slut" pointers from Juliann... ;)

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Re: Nerdy girls exist.

[michael622.livejournal.com]

Point 1: *shudder* Ewwww! I could tell you the story here about the guy who used to work with me who blew his nose out the window of the van, and so it was, of course, covered with crusty little boogers all the time, but I will refrain from doing so because some people have delicate stomachs and don't want to hear about such gross-ness.

Point 2: *gasp* You are assuming, Sir, that I do not already know how to be the perfect town slut. I do know how, you know. So what if I'm a little out of practice? I do not need pointers! What I need is a study buddy! *smirk*

Counterpoint: Actually, I think Juliann is waaaaay out of my league, even just to give me pointers. Anyone with such an unhealthy fixation on elephants ...

Point 3: Can I add you as a friend? hehehe. You funny boy.

crimes against Nature

[vidicon.livejournal.com]

Elephants.

I remember catching a nature show on television -- just flipping channels at the time, although I'm not above seeking out nature shows -- and I arrived on channel just in time to see an elephant bull rise up to mount a cow. His penis was (according to the image burned into my brain) about 20% longer and thicker than his trunk and it groped about in a disturbingly prehensile fashion.

I'm scarred for life.

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Maybe I am the one who needs slut lessons. But we're leaving the elephants out of this.

I'd be honored and flattered if you were to add me to your friends list. :)

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Re: crimes against Nature

[michael622.livejournal.com]

I read somewhere that an elephant's penis is five feet long. I'm only five foot one tall. I'm afraid. Very afraid. That /poor/ cow.

Re: crimes against Nature

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT!

I am going to cry now.

*huddles in the corner and twitches*

Re: crimes against Nature

[juliann.livejournal.com]

Elephants definitely don't go with sluts. And Besides I was competing with the sluts. I only ever won because I have more cleavage than your average town slut.

See?

[vidicon.livejournal.com]

Er, yes. Yes. I see. Um.

Very impressive. :)

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Re: crimes against Nature

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

Oh dear oh dear. There is nothing worse than cock talk, except when the talk is how a big penis is larger than a freaking /trunk/.

I am going to have insane nightmares about killer big peni now, vid. Thanks so very much.

That userpic is my favorite one, hands down. :)

~o

Re: crimes against Nature

[vidicon.livejournal.com]

Nothing worse than cock talk? That sounds like a challenge.

Have you had your gleet (http://www.livejournal.com/talkread.bml?itemid=8995277) triple latte today?

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Re: crimes against Nature

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

Mmm... mucosal discharge. Delicious!

Not as gross as big scary nutsacky stuff, though. Sorry.

Re: Nerdy girls exist.

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

I am so happy my friends have invaded your LJ. HEE HEE HEE. Now you can see first hand how insufferable the little dearlings really are! :)

My goth, I totally would have yelled, 'Don't poke your brain!' at the top of my lungs out the car window.

Re: Nerdy girls exist.

[zarabeth.livejournal.com]

Damn you, Smurf, I saw her first !

{mope}

Oh well.

Do I still get to watch ?

Re: Nerdy girls exist.

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

Heh. I am /not/ a spectator sport.

Sorry.

Re: Nerdy girls exist.

[vidicon.livejournal.com]

And so it goes.

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