UnpleasantlySexy

Sporadic postings lately due to spastic-dog-wrangling-related lack of time, energy, sleep, motivati...

Yeah. Imagine catching a 25-pound trout, gluing a bunch of fur on it, and setting it loose in your house. That would be our new dog.

Also, he apparently could give a crap about the name "Ziggy", so he may be renamed soon. It's leaning back towards Artax right now, if only for the fact that when I bellow the word "Artax" across the house, he actually glances in my direction, as opposed to ignoring all the other names completely.

On a brighter note, I have taught him to sit and to go into his box with reasonable consistency, and he sleeps through the night without having to be boxed up (except that he has a penchant for finding and chewing the one last thing you forgot to stash out of puppy range, such as Julia's UT visor this morning).

At work, my training class has me hating my company in several entirely new ways, the least of them being that my job is the most bo-oooo-oo-oooriii-iii-i-iiiii-nn-nnnnn-ggg-g thing that I have ever done.

On top of that, my trainer is an arrogant turd-shaving that the world wouldn't miss if he were launched into the sun.

[pause for dramatic effect]

I got a call back on a cool PC tech job application I submitted to find that the only way I can get an interview for the job is by deftly navigating through wave after wave of 17-year-old snot-nosed valley girls that work for the staffing agency I need to contact. Seriously, I've called three times and I've had this conversation each time:

(For the red print, hold your nose, raise your voice as high-pitched as you can and gasp instead of taking normal breaths. Make your voice go even higher-pitched for the italicized words, and you can play the home game of this.)

Me - "Hi, I'm returning a callback regarding an application I submitted. May I speak to Leslie please?"

Ditzalicious - "Umm...Leslie's in a meeting right now, and I don't know when she's gonna be out."

Me - "Would it be possible to leave a message for her?"

Ditzalicious - "Umm...yeah...(complete silence)..."

Me - "Okay, I need to set an appointment with her, and I will be available on Thursday, anytime after 2pm."

Ditzalicious - "What? Wait...umm...hold on...I need to get a pen...okay, ummm...go."

Me - "Okay, I need to set an appointment with her, and I will be available on Thursday, anytime...*"

Ditzalicious - (she cut me off!) "...2 o'clock, right. Alright, I have it."

***CLICK***

She hung up on me.


This has happened three times, exactly the same way each time (getting interrupted and everything!).


Ugh.






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