So, I was up for a really great job at a beautiful vet's office. What happens? The old office manager who worked there for 10 years 6 years ago came around looking for a job. CRAP!!!! They told me I would have been a good fit but what can you do when you have a ready-made, fully trained person?

Not in the mood to look for a porn title today. So sorry.

Well, still no job. I don't remember a time, except when I first moved to SF when I was 20, that I have been without some kind of income. I have enough money for October's rent, and then I am broke. I can't go anywhere interesting, since I need to save gas, and am tormenting myself today about wanting to spend $8 on a book. I have been coupon-clipping and checking out the circulars to save as much on groceries as possible, and discovering that a $1 can of chili with some cheese and onions isn't too bad a meal. I have irons in the fire, but feel a bit like I am imprisoned in my own home. Good thing I have some interesting projects to work on or I'd be going nuts. Hopefully the irons will be smokin' hot soon.

ETREINTES A LA PRISON DE FEMME


this looks really interesting and strange....

A moment of silence, please, for Alex the Parrot, who passed away unexpectedly last week. He gave new meaning to the word "birdbrain".

When you're a working stiff, a holiday usually means a day off. When you aren't working, holidays are just another day. When you're desperately looking for work, a holiday is a day you can't look for work! Aaaauuuuuuuggghhhh! Nothing to report, since I am freakin' glued to craigslist 24/7. Maybe I should look on the holiday as a blessed opportunity to tear myself from the computer and have some fun, maybe like this:

LABOR DAY WET T AND A '99 (#2)

Well, I am still jobless and seriously starting to panic. I have two unemployment checks left. I remain ever optimistic, however, and just keep trying.

I was in the running to work at the new rehab in Sausalito. The day I found out I didn't get the job (which I really wanted, sigh), the place made the news. Apparently nobody told the good citizens or city government of Sausalito that a rehab was going in. Big stink. Scared a bunch of drunken sots are going to be escaping and heading down the road to no name bar. Whatever. What made me sit up and take notice was the fee: $48,000 a MONTH. They weren't even going to pay me that much a YEAR. Hmph. Close call. (I'd still take it if they asked - working in the lap of luxury is not a bad gig.)

As an aside, I hear Amy Winehouse stopped saying no no no and got her ass to rehab.

DEBBIE GOES TO REHAB

MILEAGE

Caught this in an email going around - found it apropos:

A 2006 study by Texas A&M University found that the average American
walks about 900 miles per year.

Another study by the American Beer Institute found that Americans drink
an average of 22 gallons of beer a year.

This means, on average, Americans get approximately 41 miles per gallon.

Not bad...

I've been having interviews at an assisted living facility for seniors. It's quite upscale. The thing it has most made me realize is that the chances are very good I will be living in a refrigerator box under the freeway when I am old, because I'll never be able to pay the 4 to 6 grand a month to live in a place like this one. Holy Crap. They show movies, but probably not like this one (it amazes me there are 14 more just like it):

HEY MY GRANDMA IS A WHORE #15

Yesterday I ventured forth with a visiting friend to the Ferry Plaza Market Building (whatever the heck it's called). I had never been there, knowing it would be beyond my budget. It is beyond my budget but I splurged a little and ogled the $4/lb nectarines and peaches (I got some pluots the other day at 22nd and Irving for the remarkable and retro price of 29 cents a pound). We had chowder and salads and gelato, and I bought a bottle of blood-orange olive oil. Donna bought exotic cheeses to take home and we sat out by the water. it's a nice place, and perfect for
SALAD EATING SLUTS

Well, I am getting old. Not like that is any big news but I have turned into one of those sorrowful beatches beatching about hot flashes. I even joined a forum group called "Power Surge". Oh, just kill me now.

HOT FLASHES

Josh! Wish I could be there to hoist one with you, er, well, hoist my non-alcoholic whatever anyway. Had I known sooner I would have sent my sister as my surrogate. Actually she might be more fun because she could hoist a real one.

MANY HAPPY RETURNS

I fell down and scraped a bunch of flesh off my knee and twisted my back and am sulking.
No porn today - go away, I have a headache!!!

Happy Solstice!!

SUMMER GIRLS...AND SOME ARE NOT!

I was being a bad girl today shopping for completely not needed handbags. My sister and I both have what we call A Problem with handbags.

Speaking of which, this week's porn title is really pretty sick, in a low self-esteem kind of way...

BROWN BAGGIN'

One of the forums I post on now and again is having a discussion of grocery prices. Up and up and up. General Mills just announced smaller boxes, bigger prices soon. Kellogg's already did that. $1.49 for a single apple. $4.50 for a dozen ears of corn. Milk is slated to go up to $5.00 a gallon soon. We are going to be going on the "can't afford to eat" diet.

But, there is always an alternate source for milk...

GOT MILK? YES.

I've been waiting all day for a call about an interview only do discover that when my DSL temporarily went down this morning it also kicked off the phone. So although I got back online, my phone has been dead all day. I had to recycle everything just like with my modem, only the phone, and it's okay now. Oy. Nothing like making a stupid impression right off the bat.
Oh well.
PHONE SEX FANTASIES

Okay, Alan.

PUSSY IN MY PANTS

Out on an interview today...
will check in soon.

INTERVIEW WITH A GODDESS

Today is Buster's birthday! Look out for the Terrible Twos. He already has a bad nicotine habit. What's a mother to do?

Well, I've headed into month two of unemployment. The euphoria of finally being done with a job that was less than satisfying has diminished and the panic is setting in. I'm panicked because every fifth-grader knows Powerpoint, but I've only ever opened it once and don't have it at home. I'm panicked because Western Images opted for the mighty Great Plains accounting software and every company in the world uses Quickbooks. I'm panicked because even jobs where you know you'll never need these things require you to know ACT!, Photoshop, Raiser's Edge, TimeSlips, Access, Filemaker, Axapta (whatever the hell that is), Spanish, Cantonese, French and Russian.

I panic because my interview wardrobe is lacking polish. Thank God for ebay.

I may be stuck at Mickey D's, or worse, having this as my late-life career:
OLD CHICKS TURNING TRICKS (#2, yet)

I'm kinda fascinated by how there is a plot afoot to "throw" American Idol this time. This is the first time I've watched it all the way through and seeing things get vaguely out of control is pretty cool. Sanjaya just can't get voted out no matter what he does, and it definitely adds to the entertainment value. Simon Cowell is exasperated (well, more exasperated than usual) and nobody ever quite knows what to say. I'm not sure how much the kid has figured out but he's having a good time. Only 17 and on TV every week with lots of teenyboppers loving you up. The bubble has to burst but until then I'm all for it.
AMERICAN PORN IDOL