April's quote of the month is my favorite. So fitting for birth month!!
"The time has come," the walrus said, "to talk of many things: of shoes- and ships- and sealing wax- of cabbages- and kings- and why the sea is boiling hot and whether pigs have wings."
-Lewis Carroll
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Update
Checkers has improved enough that we are no longer discussing putting him to sleep! He's still not completely back to himself, but he is recovering very well, and could be back to 100% by the end of the week if it was vertigo or vestibular/vestigular (sp?).
Also, I have a phone interview set up for Tuesday!
Also, I have a phone interview set up for Tuesday!
Friday, March 26, 2010
Bring on the rain (although I am going to cry)
It's been a rough end of the week here at my house.
About a month ago, my dad took my dog to the vet for his yearly check-up. As Checkers is now 15.5, my dad started questioning how we'd know when it's time for us to let him go. The vet said that Checkers would let us know- but that he was looking great (other than hearing/sight loss and arthritis, he acts and looks younger than he is).
Yesterday morning, my parents let him out before going to work. Normally, Checkers then sleeps from when my mom leaves for work until his 6th sense kicks in and he knows that I am eating. However, yesterday, he woke up around 10am and I could hear him struggling to get out of the bed. I went to check on him, and he pretty much fell out of the bed. And then he couldn't walk very far without falling. By very far, I mean that he made it from my parents room to my door- all of about 10-15 feet. I called my parents, explained what was happening. A little later, he decided that he wanted to be downstairs, so he went down the stairs, falling every so often. He continued to get worse as the day went on, eventually causing me to call my parents a final time and them both leaving work. By that point, he had a definite lean and as my dad noticed, his eyes weren't focusing at all. We all took him to the vet and were convinced that was going to be it. However, the vet told us pretty much immediately that Checkers has vertigo. Yes, apparently it isn't even that uncommon for dogs to get vertigo, especially older ones. The biggest problem is that Checkers doesn't appear to have an inner ear infection, and if it isn't that, it's from a stroke or a tumor. And since it came on so quickly, we are guessing it is probably from a stroke. We've tried him on bomine since then, and he's improved some, but it's still so hard to watch him. We don't feel good about his quality of life if he can't be left alone, he's not sleeping well, he has moments where he won't stop panting, he can't go down steps (so must be carried down them), and he looks so confused about what is going on. He hasn't looked happy since Wednesday.
So unless he's had a miraculous evening (I wasn't here), we are probably saying our final goodbyes tomorrow.
Tonight, I did escape from the house. I had tickets to see Jo Dee Messina in the grand opening of the Clayton Center at Maryville- it was awesome (both the Center and the concert). She sang "Bring On The Rain," which is my favorite by her. And thank goodness I was smart enough to not wear eye makeup, because I was holding it together pretty nicely until she sang the line "I'm not gonna cry..." and then the tears started back (much like earlier when I was getting ready and every song on shuffle was determined to set me off: "What Hurts The Most," "Better As A Memory," "I Will Remember You," etc).
So Checkers, if tomorrow is it, thank you for keeping me company for the last few months. I'm not sure how I'll handle the empty house without you. But know that I am going to cry. And if tomorrow isn't it, then I hope you do stick around till 20 like I've been saying. Regardless, I'm NEVER watching Marley & Me again. Ever. Not even the beginning part.
Saturday morning edit: Checkers slept through the night and woke up well. We're going to hold judgment until Monday now!
About a month ago, my dad took my dog to the vet for his yearly check-up. As Checkers is now 15.5, my dad started questioning how we'd know when it's time for us to let him go. The vet said that Checkers would let us know- but that he was looking great (other than hearing/sight loss and arthritis, he acts and looks younger than he is).
Yesterday morning, my parents let him out before going to work. Normally, Checkers then sleeps from when my mom leaves for work until his 6th sense kicks in and he knows that I am eating. However, yesterday, he woke up around 10am and I could hear him struggling to get out of the bed. I went to check on him, and he pretty much fell out of the bed. And then he couldn't walk very far without falling. By very far, I mean that he made it from my parents room to my door- all of about 10-15 feet. I called my parents, explained what was happening. A little later, he decided that he wanted to be downstairs, so he went down the stairs, falling every so often. He continued to get worse as the day went on, eventually causing me to call my parents a final time and them both leaving work. By that point, he had a definite lean and as my dad noticed, his eyes weren't focusing at all. We all took him to the vet and were convinced that was going to be it. However, the vet told us pretty much immediately that Checkers has vertigo. Yes, apparently it isn't even that uncommon for dogs to get vertigo, especially older ones. The biggest problem is that Checkers doesn't appear to have an inner ear infection, and if it isn't that, it's from a stroke or a tumor. And since it came on so quickly, we are guessing it is probably from a stroke. We've tried him on bomine since then, and he's improved some, but it's still so hard to watch him. We don't feel good about his quality of life if he can't be left alone, he's not sleeping well, he has moments where he won't stop panting, he can't go down steps (so must be carried down them), and he looks so confused about what is going on. He hasn't looked happy since Wednesday.
So unless he's had a miraculous evening (I wasn't here), we are probably saying our final goodbyes tomorrow.
Tonight, I did escape from the house. I had tickets to see Jo Dee Messina in the grand opening of the Clayton Center at Maryville- it was awesome (both the Center and the concert). She sang "Bring On The Rain," which is my favorite by her. And thank goodness I was smart enough to not wear eye makeup, because I was holding it together pretty nicely until she sang the line "I'm not gonna cry..." and then the tears started back (much like earlier when I was getting ready and every song on shuffle was determined to set me off: "What Hurts The Most," "Better As A Memory," "I Will Remember You," etc).
So Checkers, if tomorrow is it, thank you for keeping me company for the last few months. I'm not sure how I'll handle the empty house without you. But know that I am going to cry. And if tomorrow isn't it, then I hope you do stick around till 20 like I've been saying. Regardless, I'm NEVER watching Marley & Me again. Ever. Not even the beginning part.
Saturday morning edit: Checkers slept through the night and woke up well. We're going to hold judgment until Monday now!
Thursday, March 11, 2010
*$%&@*$&#
Let me first say that I've never said the "f-word." Sure, I've thought it. But I've never actually said it. In fact, I didn't curse until my sophomore year of college. And for the past month or so, the f-word has had a much stronger presence in my thoughts, to the point of almost coming out.
Some things are meant to be confidential, and they will stay confidential. But for the love of all that is good and holy... job rejections suck. Especially when HR sends you a completely full of crap correspondence that is completely untrue. This marks at least the 2nd one I've received that has no basis in the real world.
I'm trying to stay patient. I really really am. But I'm about to enter into my fourth month of unemployment, and the only money I've made is from 1 three-hour babysitting gig. And that was today. So, please stop telling me to be patient. Also, please stop asking about how the job search goes. Trust me- when I get a job, everyone will know. I won't try to hide it. And as a reward, until I get that job, I'll try really hard not to lose my patience in front of too many people. Deal?
Some things are meant to be confidential, and they will stay confidential. But for the love of all that is good and holy... job rejections suck. Especially when HR sends you a completely full of crap correspondence that is completely untrue. This marks at least the 2nd one I've received that has no basis in the real world.
I'm trying to stay patient. I really really am. But I'm about to enter into my fourth month of unemployment, and the only money I've made is from 1 three-hour babysitting gig. And that was today. So, please stop telling me to be patient. Also, please stop asking about how the job search goes. Trust me- when I get a job, everyone will know. I won't try to hide it. And as a reward, until I get that job, I'll try really hard not to lose my patience in front of too many people. Deal?
Monday, March 1, 2010
Quote of the Month- March
1. the path is not straight.
2. mistakes need not be fatal.
3. people are more important than achievements or possessions.
4. be gentle with your parents.
5. never stop doing what you care most about.
6. learn to use a semicolon.
7. you will find love.
-marion winik
Some notes about this quote of the month:
-If the path was straight, where would the fun be?
-I may need to learn from #3. I tend to be so focused on making it through the next major project/ step/ whatever, that it sometimes alienates me from people. Of course, other things also factor into that, not just the achievements.
-I totally agree about #6. I caught my first plagiarized paper when I was a TA because throughout the entire paper, the student couldn't use a comma correctly. Then, magically, the student used a semicolon correctly. I typed that sentence into google and voila, an Amazon book review came up. And then the rest of the paper fell apart as I found other plagiarized portions.
-I can't wait to share April's with you- my birth month got the best quote ever!
2. mistakes need not be fatal.
3. people are more important than achievements or possessions.
4. be gentle with your parents.
5. never stop doing what you care most about.
6. learn to use a semicolon.
7. you will find love.
-marion winik
Some notes about this quote of the month:
-If the path was straight, where would the fun be?
-I may need to learn from #3. I tend to be so focused on making it through the next major project/ step/ whatever, that it sometimes alienates me from people. Of course, other things also factor into that, not just the achievements.
-I totally agree about #6. I caught my first plagiarized paper when I was a TA because throughout the entire paper, the student couldn't use a comma correctly. Then, magically, the student used a semicolon correctly. I typed that sentence into google and voila, an Amazon book review came up. And then the rest of the paper fell apart as I found other plagiarized portions.
-I can't wait to share April's with you- my birth month got the best quote ever!
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Can you get rejected for a job in a dream?
Let me just say right off the bat, I should watch less television. See if you can find any parts of this story that sound very much like American Idol- because that's what it felt like.
So, last night, I had an incredibly vivid dream, where I was applying for a job at a place where I have already been rejected... but for a different job. In fact, this place was hiring about 20 people, so LOTS of people were there to apply. We go through interviews with 3 or 4 people, and during my first one, there is lots of praise. I left convinced that I would make it to the next round of interviews, which I did. So then we have round 2 of interviews, and that goes really well. The words "You have the job" aren't mentioned, but they might as well have been with what they are saying to me.
So then comes the next round of cuts. Everyone still in the running (about 50 people) is gathered in an auditorium with nametags on. Oddly enough, the guy I sat next to in 8th grade homeroom is there (I haven't seen him since 8th grade), and we get to talking. While we are talking, people who work for the department that we hope to get jobs with are walking around with letters or big boxes (that look exactly like the boxes that Panera gives people for a dozen bagels). The letters are for the people rejected, the boxes are for those who get the job- it's how you find out if you made it. So, this girl comes up to this guy and I and says, "Awesome, you're sitting together! That makes my job easier." Then she checks my nametag one more time, hands him the box, and says, "Oh, I'm sorry. I misread your nametag. Yours is around here somewhere." Well, then I spot someone walking by with my name... on an envelope attached to a wrapped up paperback book. Totally doesn't match any of the other packages or letters.
I open up the letter and read, "You did a great job, but unfortunately, there were just too many people here with similar resumes." (or something along those lines). Everyone from the department wrote little lines of encouragement, telling me to stay positive, the perfect job is out there, I'll find it soon. And then, oddly enough, my friend and her new husband also signed it. Yeah, I have no idea why.
Anyways, I was so angry and upset to lose this job when I felt like it was right there in my fingers that I threw a coke can up at the interviewers who were on the stage. And then I stormed out crying (though trying to hold in the tears as much as I could until I got outside). Naturally, it was pouring down rain when I got outside. So I then run to my car, get in the driver's seat and start driving. The next thing I realize, I'm actually in the backseat, still crying, and my mom is driving. Why my mom is picking me up from an interview, I have no clue. She tells me that while she knows that I don't want to talk about it, she needs to at least know what happened. AND then I finally wake up from that nightmare.
In case you're wondering about what book they gave me, I have no idea. I woke up before I had a chance to open it. Probably something about staying positive. So can you get rejected for a job in a dream? Yes... and you can show just how terrible you feel by throwing coke cans at your interviewers and not worry about any repercussions! I also love how even in my dreams, people are telling me to stay patient.
So, last night, I had an incredibly vivid dream, where I was applying for a job at a place where I have already been rejected... but for a different job. In fact, this place was hiring about 20 people, so LOTS of people were there to apply. We go through interviews with 3 or 4 people, and during my first one, there is lots of praise. I left convinced that I would make it to the next round of interviews, which I did. So then we have round 2 of interviews, and that goes really well. The words "You have the job" aren't mentioned, but they might as well have been with what they are saying to me.
So then comes the next round of cuts. Everyone still in the running (about 50 people) is gathered in an auditorium with nametags on. Oddly enough, the guy I sat next to in 8th grade homeroom is there (I haven't seen him since 8th grade), and we get to talking. While we are talking, people who work for the department that we hope to get jobs with are walking around with letters or big boxes (that look exactly like the boxes that Panera gives people for a dozen bagels). The letters are for the people rejected, the boxes are for those who get the job- it's how you find out if you made it. So, this girl comes up to this guy and I and says, "Awesome, you're sitting together! That makes my job easier." Then she checks my nametag one more time, hands him the box, and says, "Oh, I'm sorry. I misread your nametag. Yours is around here somewhere." Well, then I spot someone walking by with my name... on an envelope attached to a wrapped up paperback book. Totally doesn't match any of the other packages or letters.
I open up the letter and read, "You did a great job, but unfortunately, there were just too many people here with similar resumes." (or something along those lines). Everyone from the department wrote little lines of encouragement, telling me to stay positive, the perfect job is out there, I'll find it soon. And then, oddly enough, my friend and her new husband also signed it. Yeah, I have no idea why.
Anyways, I was so angry and upset to lose this job when I felt like it was right there in my fingers that I threw a coke can up at the interviewers who were on the stage. And then I stormed out crying (though trying to hold in the tears as much as I could until I got outside). Naturally, it was pouring down rain when I got outside. So I then run to my car, get in the driver's seat and start driving. The next thing I realize, I'm actually in the backseat, still crying, and my mom is driving. Why my mom is picking me up from an interview, I have no clue. She tells me that while she knows that I don't want to talk about it, she needs to at least know what happened. AND then I finally wake up from that nightmare.
In case you're wondering about what book they gave me, I have no idea. I woke up before I had a chance to open it. Probably something about staying positive. So can you get rejected for a job in a dream? Yes... and you can show just how terrible you feel by throwing coke cans at your interviewers and not worry about any repercussions! I also love how even in my dreams, people are telling me to stay patient.
Monday, February 15, 2010
"Patience for now. More later."
This weekend was different. I went back to Murfreesboro to start packing up the rest of my room (so that my roommate might have her master bedroom back). While there, I got the email that I've been waiting for for 2 weeks (hurray!) and now I have a pre-interview of sorts set up for this week.
And then I got another sort of rejection. I may talk about this more later, but for now, I'm not going to go any further.
So this job search is taking longer than I expected. Significantly longer. Last week was bad, and I'm sorry if you were caught in my impatience cloud. I'm going to try to get out more this week (if the weather will allow) and watching the Olympics is nice and fun and different.
(For an idea of how bad my impatience was last week, I am now 2 episodes away from being done with Season 6 of Gilmore Girls. 2 weeks ago, I was on Season 3.)
And then I got another sort of rejection. I may talk about this more later, but for now, I'm not going to go any further.
So this job search is taking longer than I expected. Significantly longer. Last week was bad, and I'm sorry if you were caught in my impatience cloud. I'm going to try to get out more this week (if the weather will allow) and watching the Olympics is nice and fun and different.
(For an idea of how bad my impatience was last week, I am now 2 episodes away from being done with Season 6 of Gilmore Girls. 2 weeks ago, I was on Season 3.)
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