An Unfenced Existence

I was just commenting to Carrie that I only seem to get job offers when I either a) already have a job or b) am looking at a job that would take me far out of the area.

I have interview tomorrow, a submission from a recruiter to a hiring manager at another company, the company I interviewed with two weeks ago, an email from another company waiting for reply, and now, my name has been certified to a selecting official to work at the EEOC.

Jesus Christ. Where were these people two months ago?

Annie, who I last saw at Griff's funeral, came to town today. And we went out and played pool at Hard Times in Manassas.

It was AWESOME. I guess I forget how much I loved spending time with her. I suck terribly at pool, and she would have won both games if she hadn't scratched at the last ball. But it was awesome. Seriously, seriously awesome.

I may be still a little affected by teh alcy-ma-hol, because I can't get my brain in gear. After ONE pint. I fail at social drinking.

After many days of bitching about the fact that I didn't register to vote in time, my Mom finally said to me: Just go to vote, maybe you'll be on the list. You have nothing to lose and everything to gain.

So I did. Turns out I registered to vote sometime in the past (which I don't remember doing, but what the hell, that's fine with me). Turns out I was "more registered than (Travis)" who registered late.

I really, really, really wanted to write in Colin Powell. I really, truly did. I wish he would have run. It would have been a wasted vote as Virginia is a swing state this year, but it would have felt good. I have absolutely no faith in either candidate that has been chosen by the two major parties in this country.

My dad asked me a couple months ago, between McCain and Obama who would I choose and I replied, "C. None of the above." My dad took that and ran with it, turning it into "I want more choices." It's what he repeats whenever someone asks about who he's going to vote for.

To quote the character Leo McGarry, "Because I'm tired of it. Year, after year, after year, after year, having to choose between the lesser of who cares. Of trying to get myself excited about a candidate who can speak in complete sentences. Of setting the bar so low I can hardly look at it. They say a good man can't get elected. I don't believe that - do you?"

I know a lot of people have a lot of faith in Obama and McCain and I respect that. I know a lot of people think they're good men in their own ways. I respect that as well. Unfortunately, I don't really think either of those things are as true as people want to think they are, which is a shame. I want to like Obama, I just can't. I honestly believe he'll get to the White House and say, "Now what?"

I guess I'm still waiting for a person to believe in - a person like McGarry's Bartlet. Until that day comes, if it comes at all, I'll be choosing the "lesser of who cares."

I'll leave you now with my absolutely favorite quote from West Wing - "Act as if ye have faith and faith shall be given to you. Put it another way? Fake it til you make it."

1. My actual alarm clock has recently died and I'm being forced to use my travel alarm clock until I replace it.
1a. This lead to me slapping of said dead alarm clock in desperation while the travel clock goes off on the other side of the room.
1b. Twice. In a row.
1c. I nearly ripped it out of the wall before my brain caught up with my body.

2. I absolutely must have time to hit my snooze button.
2a. I currently have an hour and fifteen minutes worth of time to play with my snooze button.
2b. This annoys the shit out of my mom when she has a day off.
2c. (Sorry Mom)

3. My alarm clock is currently set to go off at 4:45 in the morning.
3a. I never thought there would come a day when my alarm clock would be set to go off at FOUR FORTY FIVE IN THE GODDAMN MORNING.

4. I always set my alarm clock fifteen minutes fast to compel me out of bed faster.
4a. It doesn't really work. It sometimes just confuses me.
4b. Because of this, I woke up last night at 11:30, about forty five minutes after I went to bed, bolted out of bed and down the stairs before I realized that I read my clock wrong and I wasn't late for work. It was still dark out for crying out loud.
4c. I can't even blame that on the cold medicine because I didn't take it until I was downstairs staring blearily at the cat who was wondering what the hell I was doing and since I was down there could I please feed her?

5. The travel alarm clock's alarm increases in speed and volume the longer you ignore it.
5a. Goddamn alarm clock.

*People have been stealing our gas from our SUV and pick-up truck

*Thieves broke into a house up the street and stole $30,000 worth of valuables

*Eureka is still awesome and is rapidly becoming a ship show where it didn't use to be - I'll miss it being my non-ship show

*1% of the people who take the FSOT pass it, 1% of the people who take the OA pass it and only 1% actually get hired by State. I'm screwed, but I'm going to try anyway.

*A co-worker really does think I'm stupid. It's ok, I think he's an asshole.

*I really do attract creepy people, dammit all.

*My mom (finally!) quit her job.

*Dad moved over to his new job and is now back on shift work.

Just did one of the those personality tests with the four letter answer:

I'm an Introverted iNtuitive Thinking Judging (INTJ) aka "Mastermind Rational."

...I like the sound of Mastermind. Not so sure about the other stuff, but I do like Mastermind.

I got an email from Professor Chua today proclaiming that instead of being in a chamber ensemble with several people, I'm to be apart of a duet, with a saxophone major. Major freak out time.

Ok, I haven't really practiced the saxophone going onto two years now. I was rather hoping that I would be able to do something small and fun and with a lot of people to back me up. It's been so long since I've had lessons or anything like that.

And I have absolutely no idea what her skill level is! I mean, am I going to be totally blown out of the water?? What if they LAUGH at me!! *more freaking out* While, I don't think they'll laugh at me, per se, but I could just imagine being completely mortified when they realize I'm not quite as good as they may think I am.

And another thing! I'll probably be stuck with all of the boring second parts. Gah!! I spent most of my highschool career being principle alto by virtue that I was the oldest or the only one! I don't know if I can stuff my self back into the second best role.

*continues to freak out while trying to work on polisearch work*

I really should learn not to post things when I'm really sick, tired, or both. And when I'm waiting for my medicine to work. Anyway, I thought I would want to take it down, but I thought, naaaaahhh. I really was feeling pretty miserable at the time, and it is a true representation as to what I was thinking, so yeah. It stays. And nooooooo, I'm not suicidal. I don't even pretend to be. Suicide is for losers who need to get a lot of help. Not that I don't need help, I do. Just, not that kind of help. Yeah.

Why the hell am I explaining myself? Grar. Stupid inferiority complex!

Or, in other words, been a while, yes? Not a whole lot has been going on in the wonderful world of Heather, tho', so I guess it's ok. At the moment, I'm sitting in my living room watching Stargate on Sci Fi. Richard Dean Anderson is so sexy. #^_^#

All I've been doing is really is work. My life is so unexciting. 9_9 Although, I was wrong about getting paid $6.00/hr. I'm getting paid $6.50/hr instead. Joy of joys. Although, it always makes me smile whenever my manager calls me "Baby Doll." Carol is so sweet. I love her, she's great. ^_^ I also have a special place in my heart for my co-workers, Peggy and Arlene, both of whom are over 50, and very Southern. I love hearing about Peggy's family and Arlene's cats. Talking to them helps me get over my fear of talking to elderly people, like my grandparents and Nana.

On a slightly different note, my mom didn't nay say my dad and I getting a motorcycle. The only stipulation is that we have to get a fourth car for me. Well, for my use. It really wouldn't be my car, per se, but there for the family, and I would take it down to college for me, like my brothers do w/ the SUV. One can only hope. ^_^

A couple days ago, I was reading a book on Wiccans and Witches. It was a partially an Almanac for 2003-2004. Every time I came across Bhuddism my heart did a little leap, as if to say, "That's what you're missing! That's what you need. Sadly, however, I don't think I could ever truly make a conversion from Christianity to Bhuddism, I believe in God and Jesus Christ too much. Although, as soon as I have a free moment, I think I'll go to the library and find out more about the different sects of Bhuddism and what it is all about. I only know a little right now, and I think I need to know more. Actually, I know I need to know more...I wonder how my parents would take it if I switched religions? Actually, I think the person I would really have to convince would be my twin brother, Travis. He's really closed minded about many things, no matter what he says.

My aunt got a new dog! It's a Welsh Corgi, which is fitting, because their last name is Welsh. It's soooooo cute. Generally, they look like dogs that have had their legs cut off, but he was adorable. Of course, puppies generally are, it's the actually doggies that may or may not look cute. Although, Shawnie, our dog, is still hyper-cute. ^___^ I love Shawn. She's so sweet.

Ok. I'm officially annoyed. I've been trying to update this thing for the past few days, and this is like the fifth time I've tried writing this post. Hopefully it won't get eaten again...

I've made and put up some new icons! I've been working on animated ones, but none of them are all that good, so I need to rework them. And using black and white pictures is *hard* *whines bitches moans and complains*.

Anyway, I just heard that my aunt and uncle are coming down next week! Ack, we need to clean the house. *glances around messy, messy house* We're doomed.

I'm going to a concert tonight! Wheee! Except well, it's a high school band/orchestra concert of my old band instructor's new class..but still! I'm getting out of the house for something that isn't work! Yay!

Hmm, dinner...me hungee. *zip*