Thursday, May 12, 2011


ever feel like you're being jerked around? like you're doing pirouettes but you're not head spotting well enough? as if twirling in your executive mock leather chair until the ergonomic butt pad slips out from beneath your ass?


my temp agency is giving me that feeling.

"we'll call you with the information for the interview..." no call. i call them. no interview. uh... thanks for calling me back with that information.

"we'll email you the details for the interview and how to get there..." uh huh... riiight.

i'm worried they have my wrong email. or they just aren't as good as they used to be back in 2004.


edit: why on earth if all my new resumes have my new email address would you use the one from two thousand and fucking four? for fucks sake.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

git them doggies movin'


it should come as no surprise. given the amount of change that my life has taken in recent months... moving from new england to old england... getting married... just a few little changes here and there. so it really shouldn't surprise anyone that change is the only constant in our lives.

we're moving.


not that this effects anyone really. given all my friends are still stateside. all my family is in california. so really. i suppose this only effects us. our little family unit.

we're moving to a little town called warwick. though pronounced war-ick. i got lost in this town. but i found my way back. i saw the sights. it took less than an hour to get lost, find my way, and see everything.

i think i'm going to love my new town.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011