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I Need A New Job, Too?

August 11, 2003 ... 1:18 a.m.

Bootsie: “You should ask him out! What’s the worst that could happen?”
Eibisch: “I could die. Or he could say no and laugh at me and spit on me and kick me.”

The universe is toying with me now, as a cat toys with a mouse.

I am looking for another job. I know, it took forever for me to find this one. I’m not planning to quit tomorrow--my boss told me I may not have a job come October. New owners or something. Isn’t that just my luck?

So I’m hoping/praying I’ll find the job that is perfect for me. I’ve been patiently waiting for a job I’m more or less qualified for, for almost 3 weeks.

Wednesday...*BAM*...an antique store needs someone to handle their auctions/sales through eBay.

Could this be more perfect for me? Let’s see...retail experience? Check. Knowledge of eBay? Check. Knowledge of selling on eBay? Check. Familiarity with computers? Check. Knowledge of antiques? Check.

It’s so perfect! I dropped my resume off that afternoon.

Think they’ll hire me? My bet is on...um, no.

I watched Baby JD last night. So adorable. Teething, irritable but still adorable. He is 9-months-old. I can make him cry with a single look. That’s talent, baby! I can also make him do one of those pre-crying-jag-lip-trembles with the tone of voice.

He’s crawling and wanted to snack on the computer wires in the worst way. I would say “JD....no.” He would pretend he didn’t hear me. I would say “JD...No.” very emphatically. And he would do that pre-crying-jag-lip-tremble. He crawled over to the tv (ooo--buttons!) and started reaching for the vcr. I was sitting there and said “JD, bye bye” and he burst into tears. I couldn’t take it, so I got him a cookie.

I’ll make the worst mother, won’t I? I hate it when kids cry. Mine’ll turn on the waterworks and I’ll let them run with scissors. How long will it take them to figure out tears = anything we want?

Anyway, Cousin#1 and Ivy took their three older kids to Adventureland. They dropped the baby off at 9-ish am. The park closes at 10pm, but they’ve got a 4-year-old, so they’d be back “10, 10:30”. Okey dokey. They day wasn’t bad. But, you know, nothing here is babyproofed. I was blocking hallways off by laying down chairs and using laundry baskets to prevent access to electrical cords. It was like daycare at MacGyver’s.

I put the baby down at 10-ish. He was tired but was fighting sleep, crying and yelling. The last five minutes he was wailing, he was sound asleep. I almost laughed...but, you know, sleeping baby and all.

Cousin#1 finally got here at 1 am or so. They stayed until the park closed. With 4-, 5- and 6-year-olds who had spent all day at a park. Does that sound good to you? And then, he and Ivy want to chat. I’m like “Shh. You go bye bye. Me want sleepy.” Alas, we chatted. At least, I think we chatted--I can’t remember.

I’m taking a math placement test tomorrow. I’m hoping I can just place into Calculus, instead of taking it’s myriad prerequisites like Pre-Calculus, Pre-Pre-Calculus, Elementary Calculus For Dummies, etc. I took trig and analysis in high school and I really don’t want to take Mathematics for Decision Making or some tripe in that vein.

Speaking of tripe, I get my Valentino paper back this evening. I hope I get a decent grade. I want an “A” so badly, my teeth hurt.

Currently Reading: Maggots, Murder and Men by Dr. Zakaria Erzinçlioglu

Listening To: Plain White T’s
...Don’t you know? It’s the Plain White T’s!!!...
That’s it! If I loved the PWTs any more, I would have to start my own religion!

Have a happy day!

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