Irrational Hatred Wednesday: Growing Up

When I was little I couldn’t wait to be grown up. I think perhaps this is the same for most of us when we were kids. I could just imagine how amazing my adult life was going to be,  I could live alone, get as many pets as I wanted and eat chocolate all day for every meal.

Well, as we all know being grown up isn’t always as amazing as the kid in us expected it to be. There are times that kick ass, yes. But being grown up is nothing like my little self thought it would be.

Paying bills, eating right, working out, yard work, going to work, taking care of the house, cleaning, laundry,  waiting for the weekend, work, work, work.  

Do you ever think about what your child self would say to you if you met them? I think my 7 year old self would firstly call me fat, for reals. It’s something I would have done.

But I wonder what I would ask myself. But even though I’m not sure what questions my little self would ask my adult self, I’m pretty sure that whatever the answers would be, it would be disappointing. I had amazing dreams as a kid. I wanted to dig up dinosaur bones, or be a famous singer, or be a geologist, (I know, I was a weird kid), or become a famous artist.

I’m not saying I hate my life, I love it actually.

But where did all that childhood ambition go? Why are kids so much braver then adults when it comes to growing up? Where did the drive to be something diminish into just accepting shit jobs and crap pay?

Where did my ideas of grandeur disappear to?

I wish i would have kept that ambition close, whether I became an amazing geologist, an anthropologist, or an artist. It seems that along the way I lost a very important  drive and the ability to imagine wonderful worlds all laid out before me.

I feel like I’m being depressing. . .

Sorry.

I’ve had too much time to sit and think lately, and my head has been wandering around.

I’m sorry today’s Irrational Hatred Wednesday is not a bitch fest, or even that funny. 

It’s just a little taste of my not so angry mind.

-Lucky

 

 

Fuck It Friday: Funk Edition

That’s right. Funk. And by funk I do not mean the possible amazing outcome of a brass section and some weird beats.

I am in a damn funk y’all.

And since it is Fuck It Friday, I am saying FUCK IT to this funk. . .

So in an attempt to be positive despite the onslaught of bull shit karma had decided to throw at me. . . I am going to try to come up with a few reasons why I should not be a raging bitch today. .

Ok. . . positive thoughts. . positive thoughts. . . *taps side of head with pen a few times*

(15 minuets later. . . )

Ok, this shit isn’t going to happen.

So I’m just going to bitch a whole bunch. . .

My fucking car is broken. . . the transmission is falling out. So it needs a new one. Do you know how damn expensive that shit is? Almost $4,000. My first reaction to the service man telling me how much this was going to cost was to slap him. Luckily I have more self control then that, and I did not lash out at the guy. . . but I did do one of those slow head turns while saying, “Whaaaaaaaaat?”

BUT, while it’s being fixed the shop gave us a loaner car. . . which is nice and all. It’s a 2013 Subaru Impreza Sport. . . It’s about 99% more awesome then my car. And it’s like, yeah thanks for the loaner, and yet this makes me feel even more like shit because I won’t want to give it back, because my car will never run this well ever again. . . or look this good. . or get this amazing gas mileage. . . or have awesome black rims like this. . .

So I will enjoy driving around a brand new car and pretending that I bought it, can afford it, and am just an awesome successful woman with mad money skills.

MOVING ON…..

Another thing contributing to my funk. ..

I’ve had like 10 job interviews. . . you want to know how many call backs I’ve had?

A huge fucking ZERO.

And I’m not a stupid person who doesn’t know how to turn on some awesome interview charm. I dress to impress….act politely….know what the fuck I’m talking about. . . . and send those stupid interview thank you notes. . .

I’m a perfect fit for like 99% of these jobs. . .

Well….apparently not. . 

SO that is also adding to my funk….

And besides a random few other things that are just small and would be stupid to mention or bitch about….I’m just in a complete and ridiculous mood of grump/bitch/anger/snappy/negative ball of fucking sunshine. 

So in old tradition of Fuck It Friday, I am going to go outside, stand in the middle of my street, in the pouring rain, and scream “FUUUUUUUUUCK IT!” as loudly as possible.

Hopefully my dogs will prance around me making me look like some evil crazed demon woman and my neighbors will stop trying to talk to me about my lawn. (Yes it looks better then yours, yes I’m 3 decades younger then you. No I don’t know what I do to make it look so nice. STOP ASKING ME QUESTIONS. )

I will leave you now. With this pointless Fuck It Friday post that was really just me bitching about shit that I hate right now.

I’m sure you know how all this feels. Being in a funk that just makes you a little crazy. Like instead of being mad, you just make inappropriate comments and laugh at people.

Yeah I’m an outward projector when I’m mad, what of it. . .

Anyway, I heart your faces, even when they’re scowling.

-Lucky

Easter, and Why I Hate It

So holidays, such as Easter, drive me crazy. I am not a huge fan of holidays to begin with. But one of my complete least favorite holidays is Easter. I just hate Easter. And don’t read into this like all “blasphemy!” I just really don’t like Easter. . .

Here are some reasons why:

The Colors. I fucking hate pastel colors. I get a fiery burning in my chest whenever I walk past Easter displays because I feel like my eyes are being assaulted by baby blues and light pinks, happy yellows, and puke greens. . . all looking like a faded version of themselves. Maybe this is a problem with artists. . I don’t know. No one else I really know actively hates a set of colors like I do. But pastels. . . man, I want to vomit every time I see them. .

The Candy. No good candy comes from Easter. . . perhaps a Cadberry Egg, you know the chocolate ones with cream filling. . but I eat one of these and I am done until next year. . . The rest is all normal candy that is just in the shape of an egg. . . And Peeps. Do not get me started on fucking Peeps. They’re marshmallows covered in dyed sugar!!Why do people like these? If your craving peeps, rolls some jet puffs in some sugar, and there ya go. They disgust me so much. Watching people eat these makes me sick.

Easter Grass. STOP MAKING THIS SHIT! I never even have any of it in my house and for some reason, every year it somehow makes an appearance on my floors. HOW?! I end up having to pull it out of my obese cat’s mouth before he chokes on it every year. . . EVERY YEAR!

The Food. I dislike Ham. Not because I don’t like eating animals, I love me some bacon. But a big lump of ham is just kind of gross to me. And in my hypochondriac brain I think to my self, “If ham is cooked wrong you can get parasitic worms from it. . . I didn’t cook that ham. . I don’t know if it’s cooked all the way through. . fuck.” And that’s where I try to just enjoy rolls, and carrots sticks, and mashed potatoes and hope no one notices how I’m not eating the ham, or touching anything near it.

Anyway,

Moving on from my list of Hatred. . . . 

Another thing about Easter and any other holiday, holidays when your married are different from when you were single, as some of you couples out there know. . They have to be split up or divided between your family and your in-laws. Which, honestly is fine by me. My family is a little weird about holidays. We all got together mainly out of habit, not really to hang out and have a great time. . . It usually ends up with my dad yelling, my nieces and nephews freaking out from the amounts of sugar they have consumed, and my mom aimlessly following them around the house trying to contain their destruction.

My husbands family is much closer, and they love hanging out, talking, hugging, eating a huge amazing meal. . . etc. . etc. .

But the one thing my family is used to is grand-kids. I have 19 nieces and nephews. My parents are pretty much over grand-babies, and put no pressure on me and my husband.

We aren’t planning on having kids until we can financially take care of a baby. Right now, that’s looking like maybe 2 to 3 years down the road. Which we’re both ok with. . .

But for my husbands parents, whom don’t have any grand-kids yet. . . every time I’m sick,  “You’re Pregnant!?”, any time I go to their house they hint at babies, or grandchildren or how they almost bought me a jogging stroller. . .

I don’t have really have the heart to tell them I’m on birth control.

So this has become an annoying part of holidays now. And Easter was no exception. . .

Anyway…………

So, I hope you lovely darlings reading this actually enjoyed your Easter and it brought you loads of egg shaped joy and happiness.

But for me, I’m glad it has come and gone. .

Until another post brings us back together,

I heart your guts.

-Lucky

Lazy By Nature

Yes my darlings, I know. I suck.

A lot.

At this whole keeping to my own schedule of blogging as of late.

You see. . being jobless sucks. As I’m sure a lot of you don’t need to be reminded about this.

And after searching for jobs all morning, every morning. . . I NEED an outlet.

SO, I’ve been going to the gym. . . and since I started going to the gym I have also started watching what I shove down my damn throat. . . and since I’m “in with technology” and have a smart phone I have a tracking app that I can track all said food which gets shoved down my gullet.

SOOO, my only excuse for not writing?

I don’t have one. All this being healthy shit makes me tired. . and even more lazy then I was before. . .

I’m lazy by nature, and with all this working out, food tracking, cooking healthy, doing a fuck ton of house projects since I all of the sudden have the time. . . planning out this years vegi garden. . etc. etc. etc.

I slacked keeping up my blog. . . and it’s been happening more and more and more often. .

SOOOOOOOO, this is my official statement that I will be writing to you wonderful people of blog land at least twice a week from now on.

Because I love you that much. 🙂

Are you blushing? I am. (Because any emotion seems to be insta-blush with me)

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, I’m once again. . sorry.

And I PROMISE no more fuck ups. (With in reason) and I will become very attentive to your needs, and listen to you when you bitch about work, and cuddle with you when you can’t fall asleep. . . .

Is this what it feels like to be a guy? Jesus.

Now I feel like I need to apologize for being a needy bitch sometimes……

ANYWAY.

I love your faces.

I shall see you tomorrow for FUCK IT FRIDAY!

-Lucky

Irrational Hatred Wednesday: Interview Questions

This Irrational Hatred Wednesday is brought to you by Interview Questions.

That’s right. The questions employers ask you to find out if you might make a good fit in their company.

Having had a few interviews, (4) in the past few weeks, I would like to list some very annoying questions that I think don’t do shit.  These questions that I have been asked at each interview I’ve gone to mean nothing, give the employer nothing, and end up just taking up space in the margins of my resume while the interviewer takes notes.

There has to be some web site that pops up first on Google that all these people are using…..

Anyway, with out further delay: The Pointless and Annoying Interview Questions.

Numero Uno:

“Where do you see yourself in five years?”

I hate this question. Everyone lies when they answer it. The interviewer would like to hear your answer as something like, “I see myself settled in a career, not just another job, working in the (insert industry interviewing for) doing (insert job applying for). Etc. Etc. “ What is the point of this question? To see if I have long term goals? To see if I plan on sticking around your company if I get hired? WHY do you need to know my five year plan? (Not that I really have one. . . ) So in my mind, the answer to this question is most likely going to be an outright lie to get the interviewer to like the interviewee. . . .

Number Two:

“Tell me about a time when you had a dissatisfied customer and how to handled that situation.”

I hate this question, mainly because the job I held in the customer service industry was graveyard serving, like 8 years ago, at the busiest Denny’s in the western states. I dealt with drunks and truckers. So, usually when people were dissatisfied it was because that little drunk slob of a girl at table two was throwing up in her own lap, or a table full of douche was bothering a gaggle of chicks who were trying to have a girls night. And you know how we handled those situations? We treated these people like children…We would use a firm yet nice voice, (similar to what every mother uses while disciplining her child in public) to tell these people to chill out or leave. So yeah. I generally have to make shit up for this question…

 

Number Three:

“Tell me about yourself”

Dude. You’re holding my resume in your hands. I went to school, got a Bachelors degree in Art, thus why I’m sitting in your office trying to get an Administrative Assistant Job. What else do you need to know? My favorite color is black. I love sci-fi. I read a fuck ton…. But in all reality I tend to say something along the lines of, “Well, after finishing my bachelors degree at the U of U, I worked in the transportation industry for a construction company. I worked there for 2 years and because of budget cuts, I was laid off. Now I’m searching for a job that I can turn into a career, a more stable company to work for, and hopefully be successful in clerical, administrative assisting, dispatching, and transportation work within the industry.”  I feel like this is annoying. You’re asking me to overview what you most likely already know. I’m looking for a damn job, doing the same shit that I did for the previous company I worked for. . . because I’m fucking good at it. And I know my shit when it comes to all the laws and regulations dealing with the FMSCA and DOT. But I can’t say all that because that would kind of be a dick move, at least I’ve been told so. 

Number Four:

“Tell me about a project you were assigned to do and accomplished that you’re proud of.”

I really hate this question. I hate it because I have to end up explaining a bunch of DOT rules and laws for the interviewer to even understand the project. I try to edit it down to a two minute response, but it’s kind of hard when I designed, laid out, put together, added photos and maintained an entire inventory of over 1,000 machines. Plus created a three part filing system to deal with OSHA and DOT regulations, AND maintained those as well. It took me six months to put all this shit together and organize it, and then distribute it among all the higher ups. . . So a two minute answer turns into trying to explain how difficult this all was, why it took six months, what kind of information was on this inventory, and BLAHBLAHBLAH. . .  into like a ten minute discussion on how I made this all work smoothly.

Lastly, Number Five:

“What interests you about this job?”

It pays me money? OH. . .  You mean what can I say to suck up to you right now about the company you work for? Let’s see. “I’ve heard great things about this company. I’m very interested in continuing my career with a similar aspects to my previous job, and (insert company name) seems like such a great place to do that.”  And then I describe what job qualifications they’re interested in and say how good I am at doing all these things. . .

 

There are a lot more questions I hate. . . but now I’m kinda making myself grumpy. . .

So…. no more questions….

Interviews all seem to be a bunch of bull shit to me. I don’t know about any of you guys, but I’m kinda feeling like the while process is flawed. How can you really tell that these people are a good fit? How can you discern that I am a kick ass worker from these types of questions? Can you tell if someone has a great work ethic from this shit? Can you tell if their personality will match up with everyone else from this?

Fuck. If money didn’t make the world go ’round, I would be living on a HUGE plot of land somewhere, running around with a fuck off large amount of adopted dogs, a few horses, and maybe one of those feigning goats. I hate money. . . I hate that it dictates what I can and cannot do. . .

So, anyway, I HATE interviews, and the questions they ask, and the bull shit responses you have to give to make yourself seem competent and ‘upbeat’.

I hope y’all have had a fantastic Wednesday full of 8 or more hours of a job that you get paid a lot for. And I hope you at least enjoy your job.

I’m going to go chain smoke for a while and then stuff some fajitas down my gullet in hopes of filling the empty space in my soul where a job once took residence.

I love your guts.

-Lucky

 

Unannounced Vaca, and St. Patty’s

So, I took an unannounced vacation from blogging last week.

I’m sorry for not saying anything, or perhaps responding to your lovely comments promptly, but a I needed a damn break. Mainly I needed the space in my head to be able to focus on job hunting. . . (I know every damn post lately has been about job hunting or unemployment. . . ) It kind of consumes your life when your broke and looking for a better job. . .

And guess who keeps calling me?! Old Boss.

Yeah, the guy that all the previous posts with “Boss” in them are about.

When I was first laid off, Boss called me around 10 times within the first 24 hours I didn’t work there anymore. . . I answered the phone calls and would try to help out with shit he had no clue how to do. . . BECAUSE I’m a nice fucking person.

But this morning….

He called me at 8am. . .

First off, it’s 8AM the day after St. Patrick’s Day. . . not that I did anything, but still what if I was hung over as fuck? OR still drunk and hanging out because I might be hardcore like that? ORRR I was SLEEPING. Just because I could be. . .

So I don’t answer the phone and attempt to go back to sleep, yet was haunted by dreams of missing scheduled interviews and woke up in a drenched sweat…. thank you stressed out mind. It’s not bad enough that I’m hardly getting interviews as it is, you make me dream that I miss them all together?! That’s fucked up brain. Perhaps you need a longer vacation. . .

ANYWAY. . .

Old Boss leaves me a voice mail. . . .

“HEY LAURA!! I miss you. . . *paper shuffling noises in background* “please give me a call when you get a chance! BYE”

I did not call him back, for a couple of reasons. . . 

No one trained me to do my job. . . I had to figure it all out as I went along. And being the Boss you’d think he knew what the hell I was doing all day. . . But nope.

So at first I didn’t mind helping, but being laid off without any warning, in this job market, with a husband in college, two dogs, a very fat cat, and myself, got me a little pissed off the more I have been thinking about it. . .

So I thought about how whenever he called me and I answered I was basically working for free, telling him how to do shit he should have known how to do already. . .

Thus, my conclusion:

HANDLE YOUR OWN DAMN SHIT OR PAY ME MONIES!!!

End of Rant….

Moving on. .

So my lovelies, I’m back from my unannounced vacation,of which I did a fuck load of job hunting and freaking out about money and trying not to play too much Black Ops.(I have been sucked into this game you guys. . . It’s kinda like a scary CG version of crack. The swears that come out of my mouth while I’m playing would make a marine blush. (‘MURICA!) And for some reason I have to talk in  Russian accent while playing. . . it makes no sense. . . )

BUT I hope you all had a brilliant Saint Patty’s day. And I hope you possibly made some questionable decisions because of all the beers with Green #5 dye you drank. . . and I hope you share these with me. I gotta live vicariously through your drunk moments. . le sigh. . 

Anyway. I will see y’all for Irrational Hatred Wednesday.

I love your faces,

-Lucky

 

Another Interview Tomorrow

Alright my lovelies, today is looking pretty good.

I scored another interview. Which is fantastic, even though I’ve applied to so many jobs I can’t really remember what this job is for. . . . or find the job listing online….so I guess I’m just going to have to wing this shit.

BUT, I’m ok with that.

My anger at the Unemployment Office has subsided, a little bit. . . (read here if you missed that one) and now I’m just hoping to land a job before having to go into their offices. . .

I’m also supposed to be hearing back from another company today, the one where the interview was all weird and what not. . . (read here for more about that one…) And I have not heard a peep yet. . .

But no worries there. . . I’d like to say I’d take whatever job paid me enough money, but that one….I’m in a “don’t really care if I get that job, but I’ll take it” mood with it. . .

So this is just a short, kind of update post. . .

Sometimes it’s nice not being angry and ranting all over the place, right?

I know.  It’s just not the same reading a post from me where every other word isn’t an expletive. But I will be returning to regular angry, rant posting on Wednesday. I’m just in too good a mood today y’all.

I heart your faces.

Hopefully tomorrows interview goes better then the last one.

Until Irrational Hatred Wednesday,

-Lucky

Fuck It Friday: More Unemployment Bull Shit

Ok. . . before I start bitching about my newest problem with the Unemployment Department. . . I am already in quite a shitastic mood this morning. .

I slept like shit last night. . . and because of my tossing and turning, I slept in until ten. I’ve been getting up at like 7:30-8 AM everyday since Ive been laid off, and waking up this late has completely pissed me off. I now feel like I’ve wasted like 3 hours of valuable time I could have been doing. . . well something. Not sleeping. Ugh…..

Anyway.

Yesterday I received a letter in the mail from the wonderful Unemployment department. I have only been receiving unemployment benefits for about 2 weeks mind you. . . Apparently I have been “randomly selected” for a review of my Unemployment eligibility….

At first I’m like, “oooook.”

But then I read on. . .

The first step in this “review” is to go online and re-list all the jobs I’ve applied to in the past 3 weeks, although I already do this every Sunday on the Unemployment website. . .

I find this completely ridiculous and redundant. Every fucking Sunday I hop online and fill out all the damn jobs I’ve applied to, I keep two different sets of notes for this. One written and one on my computer. I even save all the damn links to the company websites where I filled out the application….I’m a damn detail oriented person.

But as I read further down this letter. . . I became pretty enraged….

And I quote:

“***You must also schedule an in person appointment with a Re-employment and Eligibility Assessment (REA) Counselor to provide information needed to conduct an REA review. “

It continues to tell me that this person is going to interview me to find out why I don’t have a job. And then tell me all the things I should be doing to get a job, and all the things I do wrong to tell me why I’m not getting any call backs or interviews or getting a job yet. . . .

I have to physically go into an unemployment office for this.

WHAT THE HELL WILL THIS DO?

NOTHING….

I’m not cheating the damn system here. I got laid off, without warning or time to prepare, or save a little extra. I’ve been unemployed 2 and a half weeks, have applied to over 25 fucking jobs, gotten one interview (which sucked balls, read about it here) and I have been pretty fucking diligent in my attempts at finding a damn job!!

And I’m not stupid. I know how to write a damn resume. I know how to dress myself in a professional manner, I look fucking nice when I go in for and interview. PANTS SUIT PEOPLE. I WEAR A DAMN PANTS SUIT.

Do these people really think that I enjoy not working? That I enjoy eating ramen every damn night because the assistance I receive from them is below the poverty line? That I’m supporting my husband through school on a measly amount of fucking money a week? And I’m supposed to pay my bills with? Buy food with? LIVE OFF OF?!?!?!

And now I have to waste my time and gas to go into a damn office, to some damn counselor, to tell me all the things I do “wrong” in an interview situation so they can tell me why I’m not getting a damn job.

YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY I DON’T HAVE A JOB? BECAUSE THERE ARE LIKE 500,000 PEOPLE IN THIS DAMN STATE WHO DON’T HAVE JOBS! THE JOB MARKET IS FLOODED AND PEOPLE ARE DOING THEIR DAMNEDEST TO GET A JOB! There are too many people for the meager amount of work available, and these unemployment assholes make it sound like it’s all your fault you don’t have a new job yet. That you’re stupid and don’t know how to write a resume, or dress appropriately, or speak with intelligence when asked questions about yourself.

Why don’t they randomly select people who obviously are abusing the system? Or have been on unemployment for almost 6 months?

This shit makes me so fucking mad.

I fucking hate not working. I hate sitting in front of my damn computer looking for jobs, seeing the same ones every damn day, with about two new listings, that don’t even apply to me. I love not being able to pay my bills, I love not being able to buy my husband a birthday present because I DON’T HAVE THE MONEY TO, unless we don’t feel like eating for two weeks. Let me tell ya how fucking much I love being unemployed and how lovely it is to not be able to apply to any more jobs because THERE AREN’T ANY MORE TO APPLY TO. 

So eat a giant dick, you Unemployment assholes, for randomly selecting  me for your bullshit fake interview process. To have me sit there and tell me why I’m not working. 

Fuck you.

-Lucky

Holy Shit: Beautiful Blogger Award Nominations

Mr. Shue. You sir, made my day.

I open my little email, and what do I see? A wonderful surprise from John Shue. A nomination for The Beautiful Blogger Award. John writes over at ‘Chronicles of Shue‘, where he writes about his life as a dad, his love of Oreos, and his how his faith guides him through life’s challenges. He pretty much brought me to tears with this post. He also writes about how amazing unemployment is. . . this is why we get along. 🙂 Plus he’s from the Midwest, of which I was born and raised so I feel like we’re practically neighbors, at heart at least.

Thank you very much for the nomination sir!

So when I saw this, I almost squealed y’all. And, then I swore a few times to myself in my excitement, and then immediately started telling my dogs all about it, which they then too became excited. Mainly because I was using that high pitched voice you use to pump up your animals. . . (yeah I just wanted someone to feel all stoked with me and no one else was home. . . don’t judge me.)

So these be the rules of being nominated for The Beautiful Blogger Award:

1. Copy the Beautiful Blogger Award logo and place it in your post. CHECK
2. Thank the person who nominated you and link back to their blog. DOUBLE CHECK
3. Tell 7 things about yourself.
4. Nominate 7 other bloggers for their own Beautiful Blogger Award, and comment on their blogs to let them know.

Alright. On to number 3, Seven things about myself. . .

ONE: I have an unhealthy love of Blues and Jazz. More from the old timey era. Jazz from the 20’s and 40’s, (i.e. Benny Goodman and ‘The Charleston’) and Blues from the 30’s on up. (Howlin’ Wolf, Koko Taylor, Hugh Laurie to name a very few) It’s a passion I have yet to find anyone else to share with those around me. So I usually end up listening to this music all alone with my dogs when no one else is home. I find this hilariously ironic.

TWO: I really want to be an astronomer. I took an intro to physics during my stint in college while completing my degree, and fell in love with the vast universe and all it’s mysteries. I favor learning about Jupiter and it’s 63 known moons. SIXTY THREE YOU GUYS! It fills me so full of complete and utter awe that I have a hard time looking up into the night sky and not feel insignificant and puny in comparison.

THREE:  I love Pit Bulls. I own two, and they are the sweetest most amazing animals I have ever come across. My first pit’s name is Toby, he’s 7 and the second is Ameilia, who is 1 and a half. They are my fur-children and I love them with all my ‘lil heart. One day I really want to own a HUGE bunch of land so I can go to the animal shelters and buy up all the pitties and give them a wonderful home where they can run and play and live out their days without being stereotyped, bred for fighting, or abused. I would name it, The Pit’s.

FOUR: I devour books. I go through periods where I will power through 3 in a week. I just can’t get enough! I love dystopians, and zombie novels. They are at the top of my list right now. I also love historical fiction, fantasy and science fiction. And of course right now the Young Adult book section is flooded with all of those subjects right now. So I’ve been reading like PG-13 romance books. . . I know. Judge me all you want, they’re addicting!

FIVE: I am an avid Gardner. I love making things grow, and the results of hard work outside. The ironic thing is I fucking hate the HEAT. I despise summer. I would rather be in a foot of snow then tormented by the heat of the desert. . . But since it’s the only when the seasons start warming up that I get to plant things and take care of our yard, I deal with it.

SIX: I hate a lot of things. And some people say I live a negative lifestyle, but I’m actually a really positive person. By laughing at all of life’s stupid situations, annoying people, bitching and ranting, I find that it makes me happy to turn all the bad/negative into jokes. I laugh at the lows and demons I face, and by doing that I give them no power to have influence over my life. So yeah I may be negative, but I’m really fucking good at it.

SEVEN: The number seven is actually my favorite number. I don’t know why or where it came from. I honestly hate numbers in general and couldn’t tell you where the concept of having a favorite one came from, but I really like it. Seven. It just pleases me.

So that takes car of Number three. . .

Number Four: The Nominations. . .

Cuddlebuggery Book Blog – These people amaze me. They review books in the young adult book world. Their reviews are honest and well done. The wit, humor and amazingness that spews from these girls makes me smile just seeing a new post notification in my e-mail.  If you need help picking a next book to read, you should definitely check them out!

25ToFly – Becca probably has already been nominated for a few Blog awards, but I love her humor. It doesn’t matter what she writes about she always puts a smile on my face or touches my heart. If your not already following her, you should pop over and read for a few!

Steve Becker Killustrator –  If you are an art fan of the comic book genre, or just a fan of talented art work, you need to check out Steve Becker’s work. His artistic abilities make me extremely jealous, but I drool over them.

Reasons Why I’m Still Single – Take all the reasons you could possibly be single and put them out in the open on a blog. This is what you get with this blog, a great sense of humor and possibly realizing your not the only person who still might watch kids shows for hours on end.

sethsnap – Seth views most of the world through a lens. He takes amazing photographs and shares them with us lucky people. He showcases the beauty in nature and architecture like I’ve never seen done. Plus gives you little tid-bits of info about where he took his stunning pictures. If you need a moment of serenity, this blog is the place to stop and stare.

Ben’s Bitter Blog – Ben gives being bitter a humorous edge. Each bitter subject is accompanied by a plethora of visual aids and a well written rant/post. I love that he accepted his bitterness and uses it to his advantage. A great blog to check out if you have a bitter or any sense of humor.

Tazer Warrior Princess – Labeled as Offensive and Inappropriate, is what first drew me to read this blog. Tazer is completely hilarious and is willing to share her life’s stories with the blogsophere. I love her writing style and ability to weave humor into anything. She makes me smile with each post she writes.

There you have it folks! Thank you again to Chris Shue for the Nomination and I hope ya’ll have a fantastic day of reading through all these nominated blogs!!

I love yer faces.

-Lucky

(Late) Irrational Hatred Wednesday: Interview Edition

Well crap. . . 

Once again I’m a day late…and I actually have a good excuse. . not just the “I’m unemployed so I have no clue what day it actually is. . ” excuse.

I had a job interview people.

After applying to over 20 jobs in about a week, I finally got a call back.

It seemed that this company was extremely interested in my amazing skills, and quickly asked me to come in. (I applied March 3, called me March 5th, and scheduled the interview for March 6th)

Upon arriving, (about 20 minuets early because I’m a freakishly ‘go getter’ y’all), and waiting in the security booth for about 15 minutes. . . the time came for the interview.

Now, let me explain.

I am an excellent interviewee. No, I’m not just tooting my own horn, (well, maybe a little) but I can usually rock the shit out of people’s worlds with my wordy prowess.

I turn the little switch off in my head that controls my swearing, and off I go, to impress my interviewer with my knowledge of trucking and amazing personality.

Yet this interview went all weird. . .

I get the normal questions, “Tell me about yourself”, “Tell me about a goal you set and accomplished”, Tell me about a stressful time at work you had, yet still came through well”. . . etc. etc.

And at the end of these questions, the interviewer asks if I have any questions for him. .

So, I ask him to tell me in more detail exactly what the open position entails.

This seems like a good question to me. . . right?

Well, the interviewer then begins in on a 20 minute, one sided conversation about himself.

Not the Job.

Not the company,

All about him.

What he used to do, how he used to drive trucks, how he’s been through DOT audits. blahblahblah……

By the end of it all he looked at me like he was surprised I was sitting in front of him. And I fear that anything I might have said about myself or my amazing skills had gone in one ear and directly out the fuckin’ other.

“Great…”, I’m thinking to myself. . . of course I find a job that fits my skills to a perfect ‘T’, and the guy interviewing me hasn’t listened to a single word I’ve said. And I don’t think he even read over my resume before I came in. He seemed to have no knowledge of my previous employment or education…. Of which I handed him a copy because he didn’t have one when we first sat down….

WHAT KIND OF INTERVIEW WAS THAT?

I know companies can be extremely picky right now because how many people are looking for jobs….but really?

You call me in, because I obviously interested you for some reason, to fill a position that I’m perfectly qualified for and you spend more time talking about yourself?

Who the fuck puts these people in charge of the interviewing process?

I’ve never had this happen to me before. . . ever.

Usually I’m the one word vomiting all over about myself. . .

As I walked out of the building and back to my car I felt like I was in a weird daze….

What the hell was that?

Isn’t the point of an interview is to feel out how a person will fit within a company? Not to see if they give a shit about your own personal past and ramblings about how you used to work in construction with some brother of the guy who owned the company I worked at previously? REALLY?!?!?!?!?!?!

*big breath*

If this job is offered to me I will take it. Because I’m broke….and living from the amazing 54% of my normal pay from my unemployment checks. . . which covers about 60% of my bills….

But for reals?!

Has any one else ever had this shit happen? Because I would like to think this is some kind of weird ass hole who just didn’t like me and decided to talk about himself for 20 damn minutes….

Oh, well I guess….

Until next time my lovelies.

-Lucky