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Archive for September, 2010


Ever since I applied for that transcription job, which I had trusted because it was found through Indiana Career Connect, my email account has been filled with emails of questionable nature. Many new restaurant positions with links I refuse to click on and today was the icing on the cake. Mr. Walker of Vidi Group emailed me saying that my resume put me as an excellent qualifier. I immediately took to looking it up and found it to be a scam. So, I marked it as spam and gave a weary sigh of defeat.

Yesterday was good. Sense the sarcasm? Mom got a call (since it’s her number is the only one we have right now) saying a bank wanted to have me schedule an interview. Well, I looked around online for that too. I got a lot of “THIS COMPANY SCAMS OLD PEOPLE” and how it was incredibly hard. I asked for an opinion of my facebook friends and one of my friend’s had had experience with the company and well, ended up quitting after a week due to being miserable. That went with the gist of “This isn’t for everyone” I was getting on top of the elderly scamming. So, I’m going to call mom back today and tell her that’ll be a no. And that I need an email address for a job we saw in the paper so I can send my resume over.

I am incredibly fed up with being scammed. Offered jobs that don’t exist. You know, I’m glad I killed my bank account when I left Hanover because I’m sure they’d find some underhand means to get into that. And yes, I’m being a bit …what would you like to call it? Conspiracy theory friendly? Ha. I made that up, obviously. They won’t do that unless I give them my account number but well, no number to be had. Screw you, guys.

What do I need to do to get an honest job? Have a PhD for entry level? I’m friendly, I work hard, I’d be at work on time and wouldn’t complain.

Don’t hire me. Hire yonder folks that drag their feet to work. The ones that OBVIOUSLY hate their jobs. That makes for an excellent work environment, doesn’t it?

It’s all enough to make a girl want to fake her death in Russia and take up sheep herding with a cute chap that speaks broken English (Yes, my ambition in life only happens once I ‘die’. Something horribly philosophical about that don’t you think?)


Ponder 1.

Is it a bad thing that I heard my next door neighbors throwing their nightly party last night and desperately wanted Cebollas? Mmm, nachos. It must be some subliminal advertising, these parties.


You can tell it’s been a long time since I’ve been shopping just for the good of shopping. I wanted to get a webcam that worked on my computer and had $50 from babysitting to my name. I touched EVERYTHING we passed…It wasn’t my fault they had the fleece blankets so close to the main aisles but yes. When I don’t have money I don’t fiddle with things I’ve realize. Just go about walking while the person with the money goes shopping. How odd.

I also saw all of the Halloween stuff being set up. They had these cute little ghosts to hang in the window and I wanted one. And then I acknowledged that my kittens would get to them and waste $5. They do that. Oh! We got them a scratching post thing you put catnip on and Tom absolutely loves it. We’re trying to keep them busy until we go to get them declawed in October.

…Today was my first day of honest hoodie weather. It was glorious. I love autumn so much. It was a good day overall really. I went out to breakfast with mom, shopped a bit, and played around with my camera to get pictures of the kids. Saturday is Saturday.

Seize the…Kitten?

Some days I wish I was a kitten, and I do this because of how mine act. It must be nice to eat and sleep and crap… and that’s all you do. I s’pose we could pick fun at me and say ‘Why Jackie, that’s what YOU do!’. I only have one thing to say to that.

Gay porn.

Eat, sleep, hang around in my ‘library’ (I’m certainly not the only one that calls the bathroom that), and watch gay porn. I transcend my kittens’ daily rituals in that way. Actually no, they have me beat. They do a fair share of destroying blinds. Our living room window has been devastated from Jerry hanging off the blinds and we have no clue how to stop her. She’s been put in my room twice today due to acting up.

…Funny how the quiet ones turn into complete hellions.

But kittens. And being of the ‘damned cute and adored for sleeping curled up’ lifestyle. Pretty sweet.

On another note I won’t be babysitting anymore. I lasted a week. I’m a good babysitter but she just kept on crying. It was insane how much she’d cry. Cute baby when she was smiling… Cringe-worthy when she wailed. The mother isn’t hurt by it though, she knows how much Serenity cries. (The irony of a very un-serene child being named Serenity is not lost by me.) Maybe when she’s a bit older I can watch her. Mom’s nerves can’t deal with it though and it was just a matter of ‘ew, I don’t wanna’ before each time, just because I was weary of her crying.

Yeah, mom’s still going on about how good a mother I’d make. I’ll just stick with cats. And cacti! I’m sure I won’t kill a cactus now that I’m old enough to respectably neglect a hearty plant.


Alright, alright. Consider this my ‘YOU ARE A SHAMEFUL UPDATER ON YOUR LIFE’ entry. Comeback. Whatnot.

I’m tired! Really, honestly tired. There have been a few things that have been briefed over in Facebook statuses and whatnot, but I’m going to elaborate some.

I possibly have a job in medical transcription. It’s one of those work-at-home deals that I found through Amy. She and her husband had a good look at it when she was applying for it as well. We both got emails saying we had done well on the transcription part and we just needed to tell them when we could work. Still waiting for an email back. And GMail is acting like an ass. So, nay for that. I would pretty much work CONSTANTLY all day long when I’m not finishing off my last credit for Hanover (taking French in January) or helping around online.
Or RPing. I do that quite a bit. (And yes, Emily, my lone stalker-we should)

I’ve also taken up babysitting. I don’t know how long I’ll continue; this is a trial as is. Basically, I want the baby’s mother to go to school so she can get a better job. Right now she’s not making a great deal of money so my asking price …was diced. I sought advice. Someone on a site I go to went “Eh, I make minimum wage as it is; I pay $20 a day” …and I don’t have money. So even $20 a day is more than I had originally. I have the baby a long time, 9-1 and then 3-8 (ish, depending on when she gets out of work). Yeah…it’s practically charity work, but I do want to help when I can. And I’d otherwise be online toddling around. So this gives me some money.

And if the transcription works out that’s about $15/hr and I will gladly transcribe all damned day at that rate.

Mom seems fairly reassured that there’s something on my plate. Possibly.

…I like how I get interrupted mid-entry to coo at the baby to try and convince her that yes, she wants SLEEP. …and I don’t think she does. I’m not having children. Ever.