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.


~//~

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

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.

--

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.