| WOOT! Job acquired, cap'n! |
[Feb. 27th, 2008|08:18 pm] |
I GOT THE JOOOOB!!! *dance dance dance*
It's in New Mexico, it's radio collaring lesser prairie chickens, and it's 100% AWESOME! I am going to learn how to use a NET GUN, how Batman is that?!?
They provide housing and I get my own bedroom and they have HIGH SPEED INTERNET. *swoons* Excitement abounds!
In other news, my gay cats are still gay . . . Remy just chased Booster down, grabbed the back of his neck, and . . . straddled him. For about two minutes. They're both neutered, but NOTHING STANDS IN THE WAY OF TRUE LOVE. |
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| Dear car, why do you hate me? |
[Feb. 15th, 2008|06:22 pm] |
My cars have mind control rays. That's the only explanation. Once in a while they do something sneaky thing to show that they're just biding their time, waiting until the days when the machines shall rise up and crush their human masters.
For example, the time my Ford Escort (sometimes called Fred Escort) hypnotized me into forgetting that I'd driven it to Fred Meyers, resulting in my walking six blocks to my apartment while carrying 20 pounds of kitty litter. Or, this was another good one, when my backpack accidentally got locked in a classroom and I didn't figure out until after all the teachers had gone home. (I have a class that runs till 4:30 PM.) And my car keys were, of course, in my backpack. I had no money for the bus, so I four miles home, hunted around for a dollar in change and my spare car keys, took a bus back to the school, and drove home.
Today's incident: I went to the post office to mail a few packages. I parked, shut off the headlights, took the packages out of the car, and locked the doors. Did you see what I missed there? That's right. Turning off the engine. So then my keys were locked in the car which sat there purring smugly away. Fortunately I had my cell phone in my coat pocket so I called my parents who gave me a ride to my apartment to get my spare car keys, then back to the parking lot. Stupid car. Stupid mind controlling car.
Also, my dad pointed out that someone had stolen two of my hubcaps.
I'm still searching for my summer job. (They're posted as soon as the organizations get funding at the start of the year, so you see things like "Apply by January 25th. Job starts in June and runs till August.") I'm getting anxious because I haven't heard back from ANY of the ones I've applied for, except for the lesser prairie chicken technician job, which I couldn't do because it started a month before this quarter is over. Rrrgh.
It really gets me how many jobs want a bachelor's degree, too. Yeah, I'm sure some guy with a bachelor's can't wait to work for eight dollars an hour. YEAH. |
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