hiss. hiss. hiss.
Oct. 13th, 2004 03:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbicideCompletely spazzing out today.
I'm exhausted from little sleep. I had a busy day at work where my brain was entirely required, if not entirely present. I have an enormous technical exam to complete before my 10am interview tomorrow. For a company I don't want to work for, in a job I don't want, but desperately need to take if I get anyway.
I have a 9pm meeting with Ellie tonight to rework another cover letter for another job for her company that I will be rejected for again. And it's an entry level position, 4mos contract. Ah. The sweet taste of humility.
I have that 10am interview tomorrow. I have to return the weirdass cpu fan back to CompUSA out in the boonies. I have to mail back this disc this company sent me that I didn't want, and if I don't return it they'll charge me $60 for it. Grr. Grr.
I have to write out a series of questions I have about the technical position for tomorrow's interview, because I both want to sound like I give a fuck, and I'd actually like to know the answers.
I have a meeting with Jeff, bless his heart, who rescheduled from tonight to tomorrow night to rework my resume for technical writing for a company that I'm more interested in working for.
I need to send my resume to half a dozen tech editing outsourcing firms as well as pass it on to the husband of a friend who works for a company I'm interested in working for.
My flat is in complete shambles with computer pieces strewn across the bedroom floor but I lack the whatever to straighten it all up since I'm waiting for my new case to be shipped to me and so I'm just stepping over wires and screwdrivers and boxes and bags and omfg my bathroom is a mess with cat litter EVERYWHERE.
FUCK I don't know if I know where I put the CompUSA receipt. Oh wait. There it is. In another bag. On the floor.
My knee really really REALLY fucking hurts from charging down Queen Anne Hill yesterday, when we were running late for the game. Should have taken ibuprofen last night, but didn't because it didn't hurt yet, so this morning they're badly swollen and stiff and RAWR. The ibuprofen I took this morning has made nary a dent in the pain. I should ice pack it but I don't want to sit here holding ice packs to my knees while I try to do 10billion other things.
I've had two cups of fat-free caramel popcorn to fuel this day on.
WHINE.
But![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
brabble is wonderful. I'd melodramatically hurled myself under the covers when she called to calm me down. She's coming over to share the misery and make me stop running around in circles and work on my tech exam, while she works on her own interview/jobshit stuff.
I'm exhausted from little sleep. I had a busy day at work where my brain was entirely required, if not entirely present. I have an enormous technical exam to complete before my 10am interview tomorrow. For a company I don't want to work for, in a job I don't want, but desperately need to take if I get anyway.
I have a 9pm meeting with Ellie tonight to rework another cover letter for another job for her company that I will be rejected for again. And it's an entry level position, 4mos contract. Ah. The sweet taste of humility.
I have that 10am interview tomorrow. I have to return the weirdass cpu fan back to CompUSA out in the boonies. I have to mail back this disc this company sent me that I didn't want, and if I don't return it they'll charge me $60 for it. Grr. Grr.
I have to write out a series of questions I have about the technical position for tomorrow's interview, because I both want to sound like I give a fuck, and I'd actually like to know the answers.
I have a meeting with Jeff, bless his heart, who rescheduled from tonight to tomorrow night to rework my resume for technical writing for a company that I'm more interested in working for.
I need to send my resume to half a dozen tech editing outsourcing firms as well as pass it on to the husband of a friend who works for a company I'm interested in working for.
My flat is in complete shambles with computer pieces strewn across the bedroom floor but I lack the whatever to straighten it all up since I'm waiting for my new case to be shipped to me and so I'm just stepping over wires and screwdrivers and boxes and bags and omfg my bathroom is a mess with cat litter EVERYWHERE.
FUCK I don't know if I know where I put the CompUSA receipt. Oh wait. There it is. In another bag. On the floor.
My knee really really REALLY fucking hurts from charging down Queen Anne Hill yesterday, when we were running late for the game. Should have taken ibuprofen last night, but didn't because it didn't hurt yet, so this morning they're badly swollen and stiff and RAWR. The ibuprofen I took this morning has made nary a dent in the pain. I should ice pack it but I don't want to sit here holding ice packs to my knees while I try to do 10billion other things.
I've had two cups of fat-free caramel popcorn to fuel this day on.
WHINE.
But
brabble is wonderful. I'd melodramatically hurled myself under the covers when she called to calm me down. She's coming over to share the misery and make me stop running around in circles and work on my tech exam, while she works on her own interview/jobshit stuff.
