The search for work continues to plod. Nothing, nothing, nothing to even apply to - everyone wants you only if you have some qualification that's hard to come by.
I used a portion of the tax refund on some backpacking gear, so will be receiving a couple of packages - I request USPS because UPS has a way of screwing around with packages that remains unparalleled. One box did get shipped UPS and sure enough, it's barely left the seller and has already been rescheduled out a week. The sad part is, I am getting USPS packages from other states within 2-3 days and UPS has the only box sent from within the same state, and somehow, it takes a week. Perhaps they have laid off the delivery folks who were worth keeping and hired on a bunch of cheaper ones who can't figure out where California is on a map, or that they're in it.
Joining others to study for the next exam. At this rate I will be able to take it again soon. Hopefully. Being able to be my own employee might loosen up some opportunities.
Still working on fic. The thing that slows me down now is the cold. I am afraid that I tend to want to bundle up with hot chocolate or something rather than type when it gets this cold.
I had a conversation with someone recently who thought Obama was letting the 9/11 mastermind go - because Obama is Muslim! Cue much teeth-gnashing and growling about impeachment, etc., etc.
When I pointed out that the article he refers to is actually about where the trial is going to be held and not OMG Obama is letting him go OMG OMG Obama sux there followed a lot of teeth-gnashing about deceptive media dumb reporters don't write headlines that tell the real story grr arg. And then for good measure, he provided commentary on how abusive Muslims are because the Koran allows them to debase wimmenfolk.
At which point I told him the story of my college roommate who was a pretty, earring wearing, makeup using, conservatively-dressing girl who started to date a Pentecostal preacher who then proceeded to ban her from makeup, jewelry, and anything other than dresses with high necklines, and then we were suspecting that she was heading for actual spousal abuse just based on the guy's attitude toward her when he came to visit at the apartment.
News flash, dude. Being Muslim isn't a guarantee of being fundamentalist Muslim. Being racist, misogynist, or just generally putting people into tiny little boxes based on your teeny tiny little fund of knowledge of their religion is total automatic fail. And guess who fails at ASSumptions? Obama chose to be baptised as an adult in the Trinity United Church of Christ.
Does that sound Muslim? HA.
FAIL. Total, epic FAIL.
Not even getting to the total suicidal ridiculousness it would be for a president in office to even contemplate letting That Terrorist go without a trial. No adult who can string words into sentences would be that stupid, regardless of his religion or the rabid adherence to thereof. Not to mention the plethora of people surrounding the president who would stand up and go, "uhhh, no, Mr. President, we can't do that" before whacking him with a FAIL bat.
Have a job interview Monday - really pulling for this one. I think previous interviews were ones I didn't want, so probably changed personalities for.... The subconscious is a powerful thing.
It's interesting, people will tell me, send out resumes every week, interview for everything, you should be getting X interviews... Yeah, someone needs to tell the world that. I've had job searches conducted while I'm working that consist of four resumes sent, one interview - bam! another job. Being unemployed has been a total drag. None of the interviews worked, and roughly .00000000002% of the resumes have even resulted in a letter of any kind let alone a call.
I have never had difficulty getting a position I want, until I became a therapist. Either I'm a crap therapist and the therapist conducting the interview can detect that, or I'm a crap therapist interviewer. Used to be the computer skills got me a job every time. Well, I don't want to do that any more.
But I might have to. Starbucks is laying of mega-scads of people, as is Verizon. A careerbuilder search of my town resulted in.... one commission only sales job.
So, interview on Monday. In a mountain town. YAY.
In other news, still writing. Completed a fic, yo. Though it's probably not the fic anyone's looking for, what with that subliminal sort of lampooning of my other fic that everyone seems to really like.... Yes, jobless depression is doing a number on me. But if you want to see what my warped sarcasm is capable of, go on over to the fic blog and check out Something Betazoid. There's a lot of little parts that will seem really sorta familiar if the Captain and Counselor series is still in memory, but then, it's -- oh, that didn't happen the way it was supposed to....
Going to keep working on reorganizing the fic pages, I think. Restore the timeline and reformat a few more. I think it was all the Harry Potter smut I've been reading that triggered the fic mentioned above, so maybe if I go back to writing the Voyager/C&C adventure and doing tedious html it'll stop and I can write the other stuff again.
As for the dreams in the title... I had some pret-ty weird dreams last night. There was this one where I was trying to fight for my life and landed this really spiffy ninja kick - and I woke up with my foot sticking out of the covers, big draft of cold air underneath, and a really mad cat who usually sleeps between my legs. Forget sleepwalking - I sleep-flying-roundhouse-kick.
In the other dream, I was driving a little red Toyota and parked it properly in one of those little coastal destination towns where all the parking is two hour max, to attend a party of some kind (my friend on the coast is having a birthday party next week, so this actually makes some weird sense) and when I came out to move it the car was gone. So I spend hours wandering around looking at other little red cars with tickets on them, panicking, realizing it's a Honda or Fiat or whatever, and going onward.
Going to hold out hope that next dream is rehearsing job interviews. Might come in handy.
If you like pretty movies, and that's all you need to like them, see it.
If you like movies that have actual substance along the same theme... see Princess Mononoke. Better characterization, better handling of the numinous, better plot, better score, better better better better. No lame plot holes. No lame tentacle sex. No totally ridiculous contrived one dimensional villain.
I started working on one of the WIPs that's been sitting around for a couple years.
Muse-directed writing has its ups and downs. I just ended up with a huge climactic Plot Device that will send concussions through the remainder of the WIPs left to finish the Big Damn Series(tm). Also, it will make a 110 page story into another novel.
Damn you, Muse. Why the Christmas present? You could have done this before I started seeing job ads for things I stand a chance at interviewing for....
But this is going to be a better story for it, if I can continue to do ten pages a day I might get it done before I'm employed. And the Janeway of the C&C universe will get to save the day, if I can only figure out how to write myself out of the nice boggling corner I'm in.
Wordpress was driving me crazy with the randomness... for some reason it was disappearing things from the fic blog, and not letting me edit anything. I finally got tired of the horrible formatting and lack of ability to control it.
Movable Type it is.
Should be an RSS feed around here somewhere, if you're interested.... I know I don't update often, but recent upswing in interest.... So I may be slowly working back into writing again.
Rewatching DS9, I find myself hitting skip over the Ferengi and Klingon episodes. Unfortunately, this means missing half the series... did not realize how Klingon infested it got. About the time Worf started singing opera I really started to miss the old days when Klingons were shot with phasers.
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