Number one. I am still wondering about what to do. I mean, I love my car, regardless of how many times I may curse it. I don't want to get rid of her. Dad said the only thing that would cost money is the registration. Then I did some more thinking. No... insurance costs money. And with a better car, the rates go up. I will have to find out more details on the car. Because basically, all I recall is: leather seats (brrr), automatic, HUGE, poor gas mileage, off-white color, and non-working driver's side door (same as mine... from the inside at least).
I will have to go to progressive.com and check out what sorta rate change will occur if I decide to drive the Olds. I mean, it will be really nice to have a back-up car if needed (because, I really do love my car). And I'd never sell my car. Period.
Topic number 2 --
The job at Animal Adventure (the place that looked the most decent to
work) fell through. Let me explain. Last week when I was doing
horrendous numbers of calls, Animal Adventure informed me that they had a
FT nights and weekends position available. That's perfect for me. 2-10
pm shift. Great! What I found out today (calling to find out what's up
with the application looking-over procedures at their place) was that
there was no position when I called last week. Apparently, whomever I
talked to misinformed me. That bitch! If you don't know if there are job
openings, you ask someone... don't just assume! What a cunt! Argh!
Topic number 3 --
I got a call from some guy that left a message on my machine saying he was
looking for people in the area because his business was expanding. He
left his number. So I called and got his machine. Oh well, but I left my
name and number and a good time to call. Hopefully, I'll have more word
tomorrow.
The only way I figured he got my number was from that Diane chick although I thought she would let me know she had a possible lead. It's been like 2 months or something since I met her (the one and only time). I would have thought that she would have left me a message or something with some medial job offer or something... but no such luck. Probably, because she works for the government and we all know that's a waste of resources!
Topic number 4 --
I was cleaning around the apartment a little when I found a new CD! To my
surprise, I found a BMG wrapped CD. I tore it open, to find that THAT'S
what the dumbasses were trying to report me to some credit bureau for.
The total was exactly the same as what they "claimed" I owed them... (for
a CD I thought they never sent). It was nice to have a spankin' new CD.
Ok... enough with the suspense, already, huh?! :-)
The CD I got was something that they offered for their CD-of-the-month thingy. I was surprised to find that it was by Third Eye Blind. Blue. Nice CD. I listened to it twice today. I recognized a few songs from radio/other people's stereos blasting. I think it's awesome. I like Third Eye Blind, and hearing new (to me) songs was nice for a change. It's like a got a free present. (Cause I charged that bad boy months and months ago so I wouldn't be reported to the credit bureau....well, way back then anyways).
Topic number 5 --
I think I might actually put another link on the index page just for this
test because it's so interesting. And with my results, I believe it's
pretty accurate. Granted, it's not easy, but I think it's a good test.
It covers math, verbal, analytical, and logic (as best as I recall the
subjects now). So, go to The
Spark and see how you compare. I scored 149! :-) I'm proud of me.
Email me with your score and
I'll tell you how long it took me to finish (I mean, if you're
interested).
You know, as I am writing this... I feel like I'm ready to ralph or something. My eyes are all dry and I have to keep squinting. My back is sore (but that's another story). I feel like my lungs are caved in.
Have you guessed it? I'm not sick... but if you know me, you realize that I'm suffering from second hand smoke. Damn downstairs neighbors! It's seeping up through the bedroom closet (right next to me). At least that's where I think it's coming from. The heating pipes come up through the closet, so there are some imperfect holes cut around them in the floor. Stinky, stinky. I'm gonna go put drops in my eyes, but first, I'll end this message.
Later,
Carisa