come on

i've been interviewing at this one place. 3 or 4 interviews already, depending on what counts. it's not an ideal job, but it might be a good step to exactly where i want to be. the problem is, they're driving me fucking crazy.

every interview has gone well, and on monday the woman told me that they liked me and would just talk a bit more and check my references (something that it seems to me should have been done long ago if they were going to do it) and call me on wednesday. well they didnt call wednesday. so i called thursday and left a voicemail. no call thursday. i pick up the phone on friday and as i do it rings...it's her.

she says one of my references hasn't called back (damn, what's that like?), and asked if i have others i would give her. the problem is no one who i worked for in the past god only knows how many years is still at their position. so now she'll "try again" on monday and call me next week. meanwhile i'm sitting here like an asshole waiting and applying to other jobs. if you don't want me, just fucking be straight about it. don't lead me on for a long time. don't waste both of our time.

in like flint

we're in! dominique and i are officially moved in to the new apartment. i'd say we have about 97% of our stuff here now. it's still a bit of a mess, as we've been slowly organizing all our stuff in between painting (which thankfully is done), working (mainly dominique but also me at the casino), interviewing (mainly me), and fun-having. it's coming along quite nicely though.

the neighborhood is nice, and we're pretty close to lots of cool stuff. the weather's been great so far and santos is adjusting nicely. it's freakin sweet.

state of the union

if i read one more goddamn story about paris hilton and jail i'm going to flip out. she has got to be one of the most worthless human beings in this country, and that really says a lot. but her dad is rich, so now she gets all this shit handed to her. and what amazes me is how many people love and support her for being a rich, spoiled, moronic cunt. and all this shit about how jail has changed her life...bull-fucking-shit. she's going to be just as worthless, except now she'll make money off her story. worthless.

i was just raped and i'm not even dressed slutty

since i started using geico for my auto insurance back in 2002 i have always been very happy with them. i've always had good coverage and a low payment. i knew moving from bumfuck, pa to where i am now would raise the rates. i'm a realist. but holy fucking shit, it more than doubled. it's time to shop around. fucking gecko.

listen to my tone

when you call for someone other than me and i ask "may i take a message?" be realistic. i don't really want to take a message. i'm sitting on the couch. i don't know who you are or what you want and i don't care. i'm just being polite. stop leaving messages.

i almost cared

i was just about to shut the computer down, watch 1 final US open day 1 highlight and head to bed when i saw an odd commercial. it was a shot of a homeless man, apparently sleeping. it told how someone almost brought him a blanket, someone almost brought him food, almost almost almost. then it said something about him almost living through the night. then it told you to give shit to homeless people.

my problem is that nowhere did the commercial state any legitimate facts about the guy. why is he homeless? if he's just some crazy man then he probably doesn't deserve free handouts. did he try? did he make an effort to work? could he not get a shit job for now and live in low income housing? i don't understand why those creating and supporting the commercial feel this man is just entitled to handouts with no questions asked (or at least explained). homelessness in and of itself does not entitle one to free handouts from others. or if it does, perhaps i haven't cast my career net wide enough.

movin on up...

painting. lots and lots of painting. but the place really needs it, and it will look fantastic when it's done. hopefully moved mostly in by the end of the weekend. more interviews. painting. moving. neglecting you (the blog), but not for good. neglecting you (the reader), maybe for good.

law school's over, i'm around awesome people, i'm having fun...i've been waiting for this.

cvs (cocksucking "value" store)

if there's anyone i hate as much as dell, it would probably be cvs. first, cvs disguises its christianity in an acronym in a devious effort to profit off jews, muslims, buddhists, and even athiests. second, cvs prices are hardly a value. $4.99 for some shampoo? $10.62 for a pack of gum? $220 to get your photos developed? ooooh, where do i sign?! fuck you cvs.

finally, cvs is simply a cocksucking company who hires cocksucking employees (slur of the day: cocksucking). of course i have a reason for all of this. this morning i had a follow-up appointment with my stomach doctor. the last time i was there he gave me some magic pills that have made my stomach better about 92% of the time, which is awesome. since i still occasionally had problems, he wondered if it wasn't just an acid buildup or something during those times, so he prescribed me a free trial of some other pill (think zantac times 30). i took the prescription over to cvs. fucking cvs. cvs cvs cvs cvs cvs cvs cvs cvs cvs cvs cvs cvs cvs cvs cvs cvs cvs cvs cvs cvs cvs cvs cvs cvs cvs cvs cvs cvs cvs cvs cvs cvs cvs cvs cvs cvs cvs cvs cvs cvs cvs cvs (fuck you).

so i wait in line (as always at cvs) behind 2 other guys. after they were both denied the prescriptions they were seeking (1 was a legitimate denial, although there was a definite miscommunication about it which caused the man to be at cvs in the first place, so it's probably their fault he was there even though he was rightfully denied the drug. the other denial was bullshit.), it was my turn. after watching the last 2 guys, i just knew they were going to give me shit for my free trial prescription.

"what's this?"

"a free trial prescription. the doctor said to give it to you and i wouldn't have to pay anything." (hence free, dumbass)

"well, i've never seen this before."

"so it doesn't exist?"

"well, we don't just give free prescriptions. do you have a coupon?"

"uhhhh, no."

"usually there's a coupon or a sticker on the back."

"well there isn't. but it's free. i just came from the doctor and that's what he said."

"well we can't honor this."

"why not?"

"because you don't have a coupon or a sticker."

"but it says right there, in print, that it's free! the doctor signed it! do you think i go around forging these things?!" (and i mean seriously, it's for an acid reducer, it's not like i was asking for valium)

"no, i don't, but we can't honor this. you need a coupon."

with that, i was so fed up that i very rudely ripped the prescription back from her hand and stormed out. and if you think i'm above loudly dropping the f-bomb followed by jesus' name in vain in front of her, the other pill pushers, the people in the line behind me, and some children, then you really don't know me at all.

cvs is such a piece of shit.

runnin hot

this weekend was just fucking awesome. it put the bizzare tuesday "interview" way behind me. that was such a crock of shit, even moreso than i was expecting, but whatever.

friday night i had a migraine, but it forced me to go to bed early and get some much needed sleep. i hadn't had a full night's sleep in a couple weeks, so to get 13.5 hrs was just what i needed.

saturday, my friend invited me to a housewarming for her new apartment. i knew it would be fun, but it turned out to be even more fun than i was anticipating. i got to see laura who i hadnt seen in a few months, as well as a number of other people i dont get to hang out with on a regular basis. we had some beers, some good conversation, drinking games, and great burgers.

this morning was the high point. dominique and i officially signed a lease to an apartment! we'll slowly be painting and moving in over the next week or so. the apartment is nice and big, and is in a great location (pictures possibly forthcoming). plus, i hit up the poker room at the casino and picked up an extra $238.

good times all around. this weekend was great. i'm in the perfect mood going into the week.

cover your ass

so my law school's alumni association sent out some letters to the recent graduates. i was expecting to open a letter begging for money already, so i was somewhat surprised when i noticed it was a free 9 month life insurance policy worth $10,000 for all recent graduates. so what's the problem? it doesn't cover suicide. it's like they don't even know law students at all. though that probably applies more to those taking the bar and less to those like me.

go figure

is anyone really surprised by this? if you are, you must be from mississippi.

there are no words for tuesday

however, there might be some in the near future.

meet the fuckers

i've said it before, and i'll say it again: people are stupid.

after being out drinking last night i got my ass up at 730am today to drive myself and santos an hour and a half just so potential landlords could meet us (well so his wife could meet us and he could meet the dog). i got there around 945, and i was back on the road by 1005. you read that correctly. they had me drive 3 hours round trip so they could meet my dog for 20 minutes.

to make matters worse, the wife is a cunt. it was more than obvious in those 20 mins that she did not really want to rent to us and was probably a bit put out that her husband seemed ok with it. she kept making random remarks like, "wow, we weren't even going to rent to anyone with a dog, and now we're renting to a large dog!" listen you fucking twat, you guys were the ones who posted the apartment as dog friendly, not us. the only reason we even called to look at the place was because of that listing. if you dont want to rent to dog owners then pay fucking attention to what you say in your listing.

she also told me that, by the way, you can't let your dog go to the bathroom in the backyard if you live here. i'm sorry, what? she said we'd have to walk him around the neighborhood (think of santos shitting on either a concrete sidewalk or someone else's front lawn). she then tried to tell me it was different for their 3 dogs because they were smaller dogs so the mess wasn't as bad. i told her i pick up after santos. she said that wasn't the point because she'd "seen big dogs" and "knew they left a big mess." i still fail to see the problem if it's picked up. she's a fucking moron.

and just to add insult to injury, they live in the top 2 floors of the house, so we'd be running into them everyday basically. in the end, they told me we can have the apartment. but i'm a little nervous now because i dont want to live under a raging psycho bitch (i seem to recall living above one recently...). tonight dominique and i are going to talk about this apartment and our other options. we'll see what we decide to do...

fast times

things have been pretty ridiculous lately. unlike all those suckers in barbri or the like, i've simply been moving, apartment hunting, and job interviewing. this has meant a lot of driving in the last week, since i'm looking for apartments and jobs about an hour and a half from where i am right now. we've already been there twice, and now i have to go back and bring the dog (for the landlord to meet) on sunday morning (dont worry matt, this doesn't fuck up our tee time, i got us a 230pm on sunday...i should be back by then). this will be a 3hr round trip so the guy and his wife can meet the dog for what, 15 mins? christ. and to make matters worse, they live on the top 2 levels of the house and have 3 dogs of their own. so i dont know what they're so concerned about, especially since i crate santos when i leave the house and i promised to get area rugs for each room (which i would have done anyway, i think hardwood floors suck ass).

so after i go i'll come back here on sunday since there's no place for me and santos to stay there, and also we have that tee time. but then i have to go back on tuesday for a second interview at a place. i'll be there tuesday from 11am-830pm so i won't get home until 10 or 1030 tuesday night. maybe i'll stay at dominique's mom's house, since i won't have the dog. then maybe we could look at more apartments on wednesday. i dont know.

alright whatever, that's it for now