So I got a rejection letter from "hell" the other day...oh well... no big deal I don't really wanna work there anyway...
Yesterday at 4 pm I get a call... Hi this is Rhonda from Hell would you still be interested in coming in for an interview?...um ok I was confused did I not just get rejected by them??
Apparently there was some sort of mix up... ok whatever sure I'll come in for an interview...Tomorrow??? gaww yeah ok I'll see if I can get a sitter since I have both boys this week... called my mom...woo hoo she didn't have to work... so she picked us up at about noon... dropped me outside of Hell... Shadow was on his lunch and downstairs waiting to escort me into the mouth of hell (the elevator)... he went to his lil hell cubicle and I sat and waited for one of satans minions named Jun... He walked me thru a part of hell I have not seen.... sat in a lil conference room and proceeded with the interview... why I would be a good person to hire for hell... blah blah blah...
got finished at about 1:30 pm (interview was for 1) then my own lil personal hell started...I had to wait for the bus...I sat there for 10 minutes psyching myself up for the trek home on the bus...bus comes... I get on and tell myself that I will not kill, maim or disfigure anyone while I'm riding on this bus...
and here I am... I don't want the job... so I figure I'll be getting a call probably Monday or Tuesday telling me when to come in to start training...
So I'll probably be changing from a Wife of a Hell Dweller to a Hell Dweller myself... *sigh* could be worse I guess... could be a job at Tim Horton's....
Thursday, August 05, 2004
My Retarded Cat And His Bathroom Habit...
I'd like to know if my cat thinks I'm a retard or something...
everytime I get up to use the john the damn cat thinks that it's his job to escort me to the bathroom... so he runs in front of me...slows right down, keeps looking over his shoulder to make sure he's leading me in the right direction...when he realies that I am going to the bathroom... he lays down right infront of the toilet... looking up at me like "here ya go I got ya here safe and sound" and of course I look at him like "dude how am I supposed to sit on the can when yer in the way?" so I have to stand with my feet way far apart to keep from stepping on the damn cat which it's difficult to get your pants down when your standing with your feet more than shoulder width apart...so I sit down do whatever business needs to be down...wipe my butt...which at this point the cat is trying to attack the toilet paper in my hand thinking that it's attacking my fingers or something... so after shooing him away from my toilet paper... he sits back from me with a huffy look on his face...so I stand up fix myself...and turn to flush...which I can longer shut the lid before the flush because the damn cat jumps up on the edge of the toilet... so I flush and doesn't the stupid ass cat try to attack the swirling water...and of course the toilet paper that was apparently just attacking me... the last few time I've been able to manage getting the lid down as I stood up... but then he jumps onto the lid and tries to open it while he's standing on it... and then curls back up into a ball in front of the toilet. And doesn't escort me out of the bathroom...
everytime I get up to use the john the damn cat thinks that it's his job to escort me to the bathroom... so he runs in front of me...slows right down, keeps looking over his shoulder to make sure he's leading me in the right direction...when he realies that I am going to the bathroom... he lays down right infront of the toilet... looking up at me like "here ya go I got ya here safe and sound" and of course I look at him like "dude how am I supposed to sit on the can when yer in the way?" so I have to stand with my feet way far apart to keep from stepping on the damn cat which it's difficult to get your pants down when your standing with your feet more than shoulder width apart...so I sit down do whatever business needs to be down...wipe my butt...which at this point the cat is trying to attack the toilet paper in my hand thinking that it's attacking my fingers or something... so after shooing him away from my toilet paper... he sits back from me with a huffy look on his face...so I stand up fix myself...and turn to flush...which I can longer shut the lid before the flush because the damn cat jumps up on the edge of the toilet... so I flush and doesn't the stupid ass cat try to attack the swirling water...and of course the toilet paper that was apparently just attacking me... the last few time I've been able to manage getting the lid down as I stood up... but then he jumps onto the lid and tries to open it while he's standing on it... and then curls back up into a ball in front of the toilet. And doesn't escort me out of the bathroom...
Tuesday, August 03, 2004
A Friend Sent Me This Song Earlier...I liked it so here I share
Artist: Dave Matthews Band
Album: Busted Stuff
Title: Grey Street
Oh, just sitting while she listens
She says I don't need this place
It seems a million years she's stuck here
But says nothing of what she thinks
She thinks, "Hey,
How did I come to this?
I dreamt like anybody else one night
I would be a beautiful princess."
But then the roads in the park fall
And then she rode the line in
And the colors mix together to grey
And break me out
Oh, when I'm indifferent
She prays to God most every night
Although she swears He doesn't listen
There's hope in her that He just might
She says, "I pray
But then my prayer fall on deaf ears
I'm supposed to take it all myself
To get out of this place."
She feels the lumps in the heart fall
And she rose up in the back
She hears the cars scream out from outside
And she whispers sometimes about this
But the colors mix together to grey
And wake me up
Oh, he grows up living
He says take what you can from your dreams
Make them real as anything
It takes the work out of the courage
She said, "Please,
There's a crazy man standing outside my door
I live on the corner of a dead end street
At the end of the world."
Oh, and the rocks out in the heart fall
And she dreams her way to life
And she knows no one will lift her
So she might as well do it herself
And then bummed out and worried
Of leaving city life
But all the colors mix together to grey
On Grey Street
On Grey Street
To Grey Street
Oh, when it comes down in your loving
Oh, well then baby it's right
You say you think you are nothing
No one else will do it for you
Reach up and grab hold of the sunlight
When you are waiting for what's right
You're holding on your Heaven
Won't leave you, yeah, yeah...
And the colors mix together to grey
Wake me up, wake me up, wake me up
To grey.
Album: Busted Stuff
Title: Grey Street
Oh, just sitting while she listens
She says I don't need this place
It seems a million years she's stuck here
But says nothing of what she thinks
She thinks, "Hey,
How did I come to this?
I dreamt like anybody else one night
I would be a beautiful princess."
But then the roads in the park fall
And then she rode the line in
And the colors mix together to grey
And break me out
Oh, when I'm indifferent
She prays to God most every night
Although she swears He doesn't listen
There's hope in her that He just might
She says, "I pray
But then my prayer fall on deaf ears
I'm supposed to take it all myself
To get out of this place."
She feels the lumps in the heart fall
And she rose up in the back
She hears the cars scream out from outside
And she whispers sometimes about this
But the colors mix together to grey
And wake me up
Oh, he grows up living
He says take what you can from your dreams
Make them real as anything
It takes the work out of the courage
She said, "Please,
There's a crazy man standing outside my door
I live on the corner of a dead end street
At the end of the world."
Oh, and the rocks out in the heart fall
And she dreams her way to life
And she knows no one will lift her
So she might as well do it herself
And then bummed out and worried
Of leaving city life
But all the colors mix together to grey
On Grey Street
On Grey Street
To Grey Street
Oh, when it comes down in your loving
Oh, well then baby it's right
You say you think you are nothing
No one else will do it for you
Reach up and grab hold of the sunlight
When you are waiting for what's right
You're holding on your Heaven
Won't leave you, yeah, yeah...
And the colors mix together to grey
Wake me up, wake me up, wake me up
To grey.
Monday, August 02, 2004
Teachers and Students...
At what point does the teacher step back and let the student go on their own and stop critisizing the student and judging them? Does that ever happen or does it always stay a teacher/student relationship? what if there was no student/teacher relationship before hand and they were relatives or friends, will it go back to that or will it stay as a teacher/student?
Does the teacher not realize that they could learn just as much from the student as the student is from the teacher? Does the teacher get a complex after the teachings that they think they now have to constantly teach it to everyone?
Does the teacher think that just because they taught it once they will never have to keep up to date with it?
To teach or not to teach...
hmmm??
Does the teacher not realize that they could learn just as much from the student as the student is from the teacher? Does the teacher get a complex after the teachings that they think they now have to constantly teach it to everyone?
Does the teacher think that just because they taught it once they will never have to keep up to date with it?
To teach or not to teach...
hmmm??
Regarding the last comment posted...
BA HA HA HA HA HA....
*ahem*
No Red Clover is not my father... Red Clover is a friend of mine that I met at least a year ago on yahoo... She is a wonderful woman and a single mother of a wonderfuul little boy.
*ahem*
No Red Clover is not my father... Red Clover is a friend of mine that I met at least a year ago on yahoo... She is a wonderful woman and a single mother of a wonderfuul little boy.
