Frustrations

Well, if anyone has visited Lowk's sight in the past couple of days, you'll see picture proof that my oldest daughter takes after me. *sigh* I should probably apologize in advance to both my daughters. I was a clumsy child, and I grew into a clumsy adult. I've already fallen down our stairs twice. Granted, one of those times, I was getting over a major migraine, but still . . . two left feet here. By the time I was seven, I had already broken two bones, had a concussion, and been in a coma. And people wonder why my mother's neurotic.

In the last two weeks, Kidlet (my oldest) has managed two black eyes, a bruised shoulder, and knocked out her (permanent) front tooth. I also thought for awhile that she had broken her nose, but the dentist and my lovely hubby told me that NO - it's just bruised and swolen. Well, thank goodness for something, at least.

I take her back to the dentist tomorrow, so we'll know more then. Keep your fingers crossed.

Munchkin is being a pain in the butt. A few weeks ago, we got Buddy - a cute Himilayan/Siamese kitten. Well, he's cute to look at, at least. He's a freaking psycho cat. Seriously. He attacks EVERYTHING. And I'm not surprised. Munchkin has freaked the cat out at every opportunity. She's even thrown him off the second story bannister. He's a tough cat, and takes most of it in stride. But all the same, I don't want one of those kids. You know the kind I mean. The ones who you find out, after several people have turned up missing, that as a child they tortured and killed helpless animals for fun. So - we're trying. If you see a post entitled "RIP Buddy", you'll know she's won.

I had another interview today. I didn't even study for the darned thing, and I told them, too. It's been crazy at work, and they know what fiscal year end is like, so if they don't at least give me some points for honesty, then screw them. And they asked the "What's your weakest point" question. Ugh. I hate that question. Do you want to know what my weakest point is???? Honesty. That's my weakest point. I tell people what I think of them and why, and it usually pisses them off. But, of course, I can't say that. So I give them another honest answer that will get me absolutely nowhere. I'm impatient. Yup - you heard it here first. I'm impatient, and when something is supposed to be done by a certain time, and it's not, I want to know why, and I'll make you feel like shit for making me wait. I didn't say it in those terms, but there ya go.

Needless to say, I don't think I'm going to get the job. Then again, I never get any jobs anymore. The only reason I have my current job is because my boss relied on another manager for input on my abilities. Another manager who I happened to work with until about one month before he got promoted to manager, and befriended my manager. I also happen to be pretty good friends with the guy, too, so he gave me an excellent reccomendation. Every other job I've interviewed for in the last two years, I haven't got. I suck at interviews. I refuse to blow smoke up anyone's ass. And, God forbid, I actually have a sense of humor! And I brag about it! Imagine that. A government employee who actually makes fun of the beaurocracy of working for the government! Sakes alive, what will they think of next? I just can't take it seriously, ya know? It's all so . . . moronic.

I guess I'm just lucky I've passed probation. And I'm a member of the Union. Short of selling secrets to foreign countries, I'm pretty much guaranteed a job until I die. Or, we go into another recession, and the governor decides to try to "scale down" the civil service jobs. Not like it stays scaled down. But still - I'm pretty much good for a long while. Thank God for civil service.

Maybe I shoulldn't have had the two whiskey and root beers before posting . . .