Jerk @ MindSay

It's just so unbelievable that I can go on a second interview, be asked about what time I need off for vacations, be told paydays are the 1st and 15th but can be changed to every 2 weeks if that works better for me, told I would be on probation for about 4 weeks and then on my own, told I would have 5 days paid vacation, told that since I already had a background and fingerprint check from my former employment, it would quicken up the process for them and then not get the job.

 

Do you know what I mean? Who wouldn't think they had the job after that? It's not me reading into things. That's what just blows me away. Is this simply the current job market or am I doing something wrong?

 

I consider myself a pretty good read of people. Every time I get an interview, it goes swimmingly. I have a good rapport with most people. That’s never been a problem. I’m engaged and engaging. Interested, but not desperate. Professional, but not too serious. Flexible, but no pansy. So what is the problem?

 

I’m beginning to think I’m too old. I don’t know what I’ll do since retirement is 30 years away and working the pole is 15 years gone by. I can’t take another “oh, it’s their loss anyway” from my well meaning friends and family. My republican husband insists it’s political and I should “thank Obama I can’t get a job”. That’s all well and good but what’s wrong with me? Why don’t they like me? How can a person not take rejection personally?

 

It used to be that if I got an interview, I got the job. Then that went away. Then I thought if I do well in the interview, I've got the job. Then that went away. So this job comes out of the blue, and they do everything BUT tell me I have the job, and I still get a kick in the face. That's what hurts. I totally give up at this point. My ego can't take anymore rejection.

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megabyte on August 22, 2005 at 11:48 AM                                      [ Reply ]

 

 

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For chrissakes, this is ridiculous. Just because you have difficulty differentiating from literal meaning and implied meaning, you are homophobic, grammatically challenged, and obsessed with sex doesn't mean that you can fill our blog with your meaningless shit comments designed to trigger us. For the record, homagonus is not a word, and homogeneous has nothing to do with homosexuality. The fact is, cunt is a euphamism designed to describe the vagina, and has evolved into a) an empowering statement for women as well as b) an insulting word that can describe women or men. Homosexuality has nothing to do with euphamisms, and everything to do with sexual preference. Since you're confused, I'll help you out a little bit. The thing about blogs is that multiple people can own them. That is what Supervixen and I do, we together own and run Electricunt. Also, the thing about nouns and adjectives is that if they are not diametrically opposed, multiples of either word genres can describe a single object simultaneously. That way, I can be a cunt, a bitch, a lesbo, a nerd, and a smart-ass all at the same time. It's amazing, isn't it? The wonders of the English language

       PUSSYPATTER on August 23, 2005 at 3:48 AM                               [ Reply ]

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*Scratches ass, sniffs finger, Phew! *??

I am just a little puzzled by the reply that is lurking just above my reply here.

 

*Scratches ass again, doesn’t sniff finger this time! *

 

I was not talking *written word talk* To, with, nor about this little cretin, however, for some mysterious reason “He”, “She”, “They”, or “It” just had to jump into a conversation that I was having with a dear friend of mine, and interject their two ¢ worth of bad grammar into the mix.

 

First off, the judgmental little ass ring comes along with it’s sphincter all stretched out of shape from sitting on cucumbers somewhere up north and accuses me of being the very thing’s that “It” is =

 

>> For chrissakes, this is ridiculous. Just because you have difficulty differentiating from literal meaning and implied meaning, you are homophobic, grammatically challenged, and obsessed with sex << 

 

Wow! Now that’s what I call “The pot calling the kettle black Boo!”

 

*checks big book of words*

 

Seems like there is no such word as “chrissakes” anywhere on record Boo. Even if you had of used an upper case “C” it still wouldn’t be a word.

 

So there is one of those “grammatical” things that you were just harping about. *that is one*

 

>> For the record, homagonus is not a word <<

 

*Patting the educated dumb-assed little fucker on the back, while giggling my ass off! *

 

You're damn sure right about that shit Boo! It was just something that I made up as I went along to “Jerk You’re Chain!”

Looks like it worked pretty good too Boo, cause it sure got you’re tongue wagging.

 

>> comments designed to trigger us <<

 

Shit! You're just so damn easy Boo.

Don't you just hate it when some flipping know it all *like yourself* fucks themselves up with their own words?

 

So moving right along; we come to =

 

>> cunt is a euphamism <<

 

*Goes back to big book of words, grinning! *That’s actually two errors back to back, so that's two & three*

 

Now this one isn’t so terrible =

 

>> The fact is, cunt is a <<

 

That comma doesn’t add anything to the sentence and it should have been left out. *That’s four*

 

Now here is this again =

 

>> to do with euphamisms <<

 

*Goes back to big book of words [again] nope! Still not there* * That’s five*

 

You kind of lost me with this one Boo, however, I’m putting it in here so that people can see just how stupid you really are =

 

>> The fact is, cunt is a euphamism designed to describe the vagina, and has evolved into a) an empowering statement for women <<

 

*there are those same two errors again, back to back, so that's six, and seven*

 

Maybe you’re mother would feel all “empowered“ if you called her a “cunt” but my mother would slap the snot out of you for having a disrespectful mouth.

 

Here you really let “you’re genius” shine through Boo =

 

>> Since you're confused, I'll help you out a little bit. The thing about blogs is that multiple people can own them. That is what Supervixen and I do, we together own and run Electricunt. <<

 

I’m not a damn bit confused here Boo. Quite the contrary, however, you, on the other hand are “trying to be confusing” to anyone who might be reading you’re dribble.

 

In all actuality, the thing about blog’s is that “One moron”, such as yourself, can have multiple blog’s, on multiple networks, like say mindsay, and myspace, just like you do Boo!

 

So having admitted to the world that you are schizo, how many personalities and blogs do you have Boo?

 

>> That way, I can be a cunt, a bitch, a lesbo, a nerd, and a smart-ass all at the same time. <<

 

*You seemed to have left out the “Dumb Ass” tag*

 

And now last, but not least

 

>> The wonders of the English language. <<

 

*An incomplete thought, does not a sentence make Boo that’s eight*

 

Damn Baby! You sure sound like a college student, majoring in English lit or writing no doubt. = You stupid little weasel.

 

The next time that you feel like fucking with someone out in the public, at least have the fucking forethought to run your manure through a spell/grammar checker before you post it. Bye Boo!

 

♥ Wendy

 

Hey megabyte, I see you had the good sense to delete the rest of that shit that you wrote before a lot of people had a chance to read it Boo.

 

But here is some that you couldn't get to to delete, enjoy. ♥ Wendy

 

Wow how hard it is to be a single main in the city! Well I’m calling myself single seeing as the women I’m dating is nothing more then mindless talking. Don’t get me wrong I like her but she’s so far from being the one.

 

She’s not funny and I find her kinda boring, she’s wanted to move in because we never see each other… lol, she doesn’t get my jokes and doesn’t like what I like… I mean fuck she doesn’t even know what a franger was… she’s will text her friend while we are in bed and ask me why I smile and laugh…. And when I don’t; tell her she cracks it... she never tells me no and never stands up to me… wow I’m a jerk!

 

I think I need to write this stupid childish blog to give myself the answers as to why I don’t want to be with her anymore… I should just man up and say it I just don’t and wont ever love you..!

Long time no post.  Sorry about that.

Where did I leave off last time?  Right, I was trying to get (re)laid by a co-worker.  I tried once more after that without success, so I backed off.  For whatever reason, it's not happening and that's cool.  I like this guy so I'd like to remain friends with him.  I'm working on getting him out for a drink so we can catch up and relax and just hang out.  If something happens, so be it, but that's not my angle for going out with him.  He's a genuinely nice guy and I'd like to keep him in my life however I can.

However, there's still drama.

I'll admit it.  I'm a flirt, and even though I'm way too old for a phrase like this, I'm a bit boy-crazy.  I like to like people.  I loved being in love, and know I will always love my ex.  Without a doubt, he is the best thing that ever happened to me and I will never completely recover from losing him.  However, I admit I am lonely and feeling attraction for other people helps me through the times when I miss him the most.

Enter co-worker number two, also a nice guy.  We've been pretty friendly for several months now, and I've felt things progressing.  We talked about it, and acknowledged the attraction and flirting.  (I've discovered that since my last relationship, I prefer putting my cards on the table and knowing where things stand.  That way, if I'm wrong and it's not mutual, I can accept it and move on before it becomes embarrassing.)

About two weeks ago, we were talking a bit at the office and I mentioned something about working a little late that night.  To my surprise, he called me later in the evening while I was still at work.  We talked and joked for a bit, and he asked if I was doing anything later.  I wasn't, so we agreed to get together.  I asked if he wanted me to come out to where he is (we both live in different suburbs of the city we work in) and he said he was already out so he'd come my way.  We said goodbye, I ran home and changed and we got together for a drink. 

A couple hours later, I brought him home.  (Let me say I honestly don't like blogging it like that.  I know I run the risk of protesting too much, but I am conscious that how cavalierly I seem to bring people home makes me look like a slut, and I'm honestly not.  I can name every person I've slept with, and it's really not that many.  But back to the story.)

So I brought him home.  We kissed, we fooled around, there was sex.  Hot, sweaty, great sex.  And he even stayed around afterwards to talk a bit.

We talked about small stuff, and then of course we talked about a little heavier stuff.  He asked a few personal questions like why was he there with me at that moment.  I answered his questions best I could, and then asked what his story was.  He was evasive, which immediately gave me a sick feeling.

He insisted I knew what his story was.  I told him I didn't, and he told me I knew but was blocking it out.  After playing this shit for a few minutes, I told him that I didn't want a fucking riddle, I wanted a straightforward answer.  Finally, he reminded me.  Seems I met his wife three months ago.

Yup, wife.  He's married.  M.A.R.R.I.E.D.

I told the asshole to get the fuck out of my house, and then stripped my bed and took a shower.  I know I'm not to blame, because I truly didn't know.  I work in a very public-oriented job and I meet a LOT of people.  His wife is one of literally thousands of people I've met in the year I've worked for this company, and it was for all of 15 seconds.  I really didn't remember, because if I'd known he was married I wouldn't have even flirted with him.  I've been cheated on and I absolutely refuse to have any part in making a woman worry about what her man is doing.  It's a line I just won't cross.  Still, it made me feel disgustingly dirty to know what I'd done, even if I didn't know I was doing it at the time.

So here's what I'd say to the asshole if the sight of him didn't make me nauseous: 

You wants to cheat on your wife?  Fine, that's your business.  I think it's slimy and disgusting, but that's your right to be slimy and disgusting.  If that's how you want to live your life, that's up to you, but don't you dare make me part of this, and don't you fucking dare try to tell me that I knew.  Don't you try and tell me "it just happened".  It's been building up to this for awhile and you know it.  Both before and after sex, you told me you'd like to do this again.  You were intending to start an affair.  While I didn't come right out earlier in the evening and directly ask if you were single, I asked where your son was.  I asked why you had multiple cars.  I asked about coming out to your place.  If you truly believed I knew you were married, you would have said your kid was with your wife.  You would have mentioned one of the cars belonging to your wife.  You would have told me I couldn't come to your place because YOUR WIFE WAS HOME SLEEPING!  You gave me evasive answers because you realized I didn't remember her and you took advantage of that.

Don't you dare come to me at work and ask if we're still friends.  You can't truly be that stupid, can you?  Calling you disgusting and yelling at you to get the fuck out of my house didn't give you a clue?

Oh, and it was a real classy move to bring your wife and baby daughter by work yesterday.  You're lucky I didn't walk up to her and tell her what a sleazy shitbag you are.  After all, I can describe exactly how you fuck.  I know your "move".  You have one hell of a set of balls waving this all in front of my face and trying to place the blame on me because "I knew about it".   You're a real fucking piece of work, you know that?

That's ok.  Whether it be God, Karma, or something else, this will come back to get you one day.  It'll come back to me too, and I accept that, but at least I acknowledge what I did and feel remorse for the innocent people that stand to be hurt if they find out what we did.  You don't feel anything except interested in taking the responsibility off yourself........ 

My stalker, I think it's my stalker, well whoever hacked into my account apparently searched for tags with things words like "suicide" "depression" "sad" etc. and was spamming people who obviously have a lot of problems. I have zero respect for those who kick people when they are down. Plus I think blogging helps people who are down deal with their emotions by providing a safe space to vent.

 

I delt this this already on LiveJournal and I refuse to do it again. From now on my entries, at least the personal ones will be friends only. Hopefully I will be able to lift that soon because I've already met a couple of cool new people here and I'd like to meet a few more.