This would all suck more if it wasn't absolutely gorgeous out...
This is getting old. My non-security-conscious mystery neighbor apparently has the worst cable intenet service known to mankind. It's constantly going out for no apparent reason, and staying out for indeterminate amounts of time, sometimes for days; it's so bad that for the last two days, the only way I can get online at a respectable speed is to hop in the car and visit one of the complexes down the street with the iBook...wardriving is novel at first, but becomes increasingly bothersome, the more one has to do it. So much am I peeved that I actually went down to Best Buy last night and reinitiated my cable order. Now I get to wait for them to realize I blew off my last appointment and blacklist me, thus ensuring my complete digital isolation from the world around me, nice. Here's to hoping that the connection I'll eventually pay for isn't as shitty as my neighbor's. Plus, what's worse, I'm loathe to sit in a car in front of a row of townhouses, with my laptop, for fear of some paranoid anti-terrorist-vigilante wannabee calls the cops or the homeland security boys on me, thinking I'm doing something more malicious than borrowing their stable internet. So, I feel the need to not always sit in front of the same house, thus condemning me to endless driving (read: creeping) around, repeatedly pushing the little button on the Kensington, looking for my fix of green blinky lights and eschewing the little red blinky light.
On the plus side, day one of my reentry into the world of the unemployed finds my slacking skills in top form, as though I'd never broken down and gotten a job in the first place. Sat out on the veranda all day with my ASOT (A State Of Trance) MP3s and Wired magazine, nary a care in the world, fully maximizing my enjoyment of the 70+ degree carolina January I moved down here for in the first place. Life is highly enjoyable, is it not? Damn the NC helmet laws and the homeowner's association's bylaws forbidding the parking of motorcycles on the property anyway...they all conspire to preclude me from taking full advantage of this heaven-sent weather by attempting to pick up chesty pierced/tattooed midriff-baring bike groupies from the happening places around town, alas.
Got a call from Lin (hot nurse from the weekend) today, had a very nice chat about nothing in particular, there's something very compelling about her, I've yet to put my finger on it..and she hasn't even showed me the outfit! Conversely, no call/contact from D, who I'm afraid I've inadvertently sent the wrong message to by accidentally standing her up on Sunday (still kicking myself hard on that one)...I need to see her to make my case on how much our relationship (definite non-traditional sense there) means to me...she's really the first person I truly connected with upon arrival here, and while she probably doesn't know that much about me (nor I her,) she's one of the most intelligent and underutilized/unrealized women I've ever met, and I feel a certain closeness to her, like we're so on the same wavelength all the time...I'd love the chance to actually get to know her, to get inside that deliciously fascinating head...anyway, enough schoolboy gushing, I'll attempt to describe her more objectively at a later date...for now, suffice it to say that I'm hopelessly mezmerized by her intellect and magnetic personality (and absolutely accomodating demeanor under any circumstances), let alone her feminine wiles...damn!
As I write this, I'm being chastized (albeit jokingly) by my old buddy Jeff about recreational (and illicit, he's quick to remind me) drug use and it's evils. (From reading this very blog! One hit of E does not a druggie make, Jeffie...) I politely inform him, that like all the zany, madcap adventures relayed here, all accounts are strictly hypothetical and/or ficticious (wink wink) and that as a good law enforcement officer, he should be well aware that none of it constitutes probable cause...although I do tend to think that his occasional and half-hearted lectures on how I ought to find a nice girl and settle down are just by-products of the programming and/or brainwashing efforts of his lovely wife, and the larger female propagandist machina-at-large (kidding, please don't have me killed, you're all gorgeously empowered role models!)
Missed a call from Jori, a former co-worker, about an open house for near-death USAir. She reminded me that I'd completely forgotten that that was today, not that I'd want to go through the rigamarole of the lemming-infested cattle call of an open house hiring process, only to start a new job with a new company, with no seniority, only to have to repeat the agony of the training process. And that's before I talked to Emerson (another former co-worker (heretofore referred to as FCWs)) and he mentioned that he thought they were only paying 6-something. WTF is that about? ATA was bad enough, and they were 50% higher! There are indignities that I will suffer for the sake of flight benefits, but that is just wrong. The caveat is that Emerson is largely confused, and while I like the guy and find him hilarious to be around, can't be relied upon to provide factual and/or correct information to save his life. He's foreign. (Brazilian, to be exact.) Also got a call from Delta Dan informing me that they'd filled the ONE position they ended up being allowed, but would I be interested in working ramp? Thanks but no thanks Dan, why the hell did you guys bother to even give those joke "interviews", anyway? What was the point of that? Scheduled us in 20-minute increments, and got us out of there with time to spare, just went over the 10-page long application line-by-line, do they think we can't read? Talk about insulting one's intelligence. Had to go all the way in to the airport for 8 goddamned minutes of "interview"?! (Not that I was bitter about it, though.) On a related note, Boston hottie Amy (what is it with me and hot girls named Amy that are completely impervious to my limited charms?) IMed me (though I prefer to chat her up via telephone, she has the cutest Boston accent: "Paaaaaahk the caaaaah!") yesterday, talked for quite a bit...turns out she quit ATA a couple weeks ago, and applied for, interviewed with, and has now been hired by AirTran as a "sexy peanut-pusher" (her words) and will start training in the ATL Jan. 17. Not only that, she somehow scammed me into doing the same, so I've now got a CV and letter of interest in with them, let's see if they call me. I think that if I suck in my gut, I can probably just make it down the aisles..."Something to drink, fat-ass? Uh, I mean sir or madam?"
Guess that's it for now, mind's a near-complete blank...
On the plus side, day one of my reentry into the world of the unemployed finds my slacking skills in top form, as though I'd never broken down and gotten a job in the first place. Sat out on the veranda all day with my ASOT (A State Of Trance) MP3s and Wired magazine, nary a care in the world, fully maximizing my enjoyment of the 70+ degree carolina January I moved down here for in the first place. Life is highly enjoyable, is it not? Damn the NC helmet laws and the homeowner's association's bylaws forbidding the parking of motorcycles on the property anyway...they all conspire to preclude me from taking full advantage of this heaven-sent weather by attempting to pick up chesty pierced/tattooed midriff-baring bike groupies from the happening places around town, alas.
Got a call from Lin (hot nurse from the weekend) today, had a very nice chat about nothing in particular, there's something very compelling about her, I've yet to put my finger on it..and she hasn't even showed me the outfit! Conversely, no call/contact from D, who I'm afraid I've inadvertently sent the wrong message to by accidentally standing her up on Sunday (still kicking myself hard on that one)...I need to see her to make my case on how much our relationship (definite non-traditional sense there) means to me...she's really the first person I truly connected with upon arrival here, and while she probably doesn't know that much about me (nor I her,) she's one of the most intelligent and underutilized/unrealized women I've ever met, and I feel a certain closeness to her, like we're so on the same wavelength all the time...I'd love the chance to actually get to know her, to get inside that deliciously fascinating head...anyway, enough schoolboy gushing, I'll attempt to describe her more objectively at a later date...for now, suffice it to say that I'm hopelessly mezmerized by her intellect and magnetic personality (and absolutely accomodating demeanor under any circumstances), let alone her feminine wiles...damn!
As I write this, I'm being chastized (albeit jokingly) by my old buddy Jeff about recreational (and illicit, he's quick to remind me) drug use and it's evils. (From reading this very blog! One hit of E does not a druggie make, Jeffie...) I politely inform him, that like all the zany, madcap adventures relayed here, all accounts are strictly hypothetical and/or ficticious (wink wink) and that as a good law enforcement officer, he should be well aware that none of it constitutes probable cause...although I do tend to think that his occasional and half-hearted lectures on how I ought to find a nice girl and settle down are just by-products of the programming and/or brainwashing efforts of his lovely wife, and the larger female propagandist machina-at-large (kidding, please don't have me killed, you're all gorgeously empowered role models!)
Missed a call from Jori, a former co-worker, about an open house for near-death USAir. She reminded me that I'd completely forgotten that that was today, not that I'd want to go through the rigamarole of the lemming-infested cattle call of an open house hiring process, only to start a new job with a new company, with no seniority, only to have to repeat the agony of the training process. And that's before I talked to Emerson (another former co-worker (heretofore referred to as FCWs)) and he mentioned that he thought they were only paying 6-something. WTF is that about? ATA was bad enough, and they were 50% higher! There are indignities that I will suffer for the sake of flight benefits, but that is just wrong. The caveat is that Emerson is largely confused, and while I like the guy and find him hilarious to be around, can't be relied upon to provide factual and/or correct information to save his life. He's foreign. (Brazilian, to be exact.) Also got a call from Delta Dan informing me that they'd filled the ONE position they ended up being allowed, but would I be interested in working ramp? Thanks but no thanks Dan, why the hell did you guys bother to even give those joke "interviews", anyway? What was the point of that? Scheduled us in 20-minute increments, and got us out of there with time to spare, just went over the 10-page long application line-by-line, do they think we can't read? Talk about insulting one's intelligence. Had to go all the way in to the airport for 8 goddamned minutes of "interview"?! (Not that I was bitter about it, though.) On a related note, Boston hottie Amy (what is it with me and hot girls named Amy that are completely impervious to my limited charms?) IMed me (though I prefer to chat her up via telephone, she has the cutest Boston accent: "Paaaaaahk the caaaaah!") yesterday, talked for quite a bit...turns out she quit ATA a couple weeks ago, and applied for, interviewed with, and has now been hired by AirTran as a "sexy peanut-pusher" (her words) and will start training in the ATL Jan. 17. Not only that, she somehow scammed me into doing the same, so I've now got a CV and letter of interest in with them, let's see if they call me. I think that if I suck in my gut, I can probably just make it down the aisles..."Something to drink, fat-ass? Uh, I mean sir or madam?"
Guess that's it for now, mind's a near-complete blank...
posted by Gene at 6:38 PM
1 Comments:
aawwwh....you're such a pretty liar....tried to IM you yesterday while you were offline to let you know I had to take a friend to the bus station, don't know if you got it or not. I know how fragile the little male egos are, so just wanted to let you know that I wasn't trying to avoid you, play head games with you, work out my own little "don't call back" scenario, etc. And reeeally, lover, war-driving? How can you be such a geek, and so hot at the same time?
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