Boom Boom Pow!

As I write this, I hear firecrackers exploding on and around my street. Frankly, I don't care if the people who are setting them off burn themselves or blow themselves up, just as long as my house stays safe.

Did I tell you about the University of XYZ, who are dicking me around? When I went on a scheduled interview with them on June 17, I interviewed first with an HR cunt who grilled me for a while. Then I was supposed to be interviewed by the PI, who, according to her, was nowhere to be found. She sent me back into the lobby and supposedly tried to locate him; then she came back out and said she could not find him and that she would have to call me to reschedule. Fine, I said.

The things that piss me off are:
1. The cunt didn't even apologize to me,
2. She didn't call me back,
3. I called back a few days later to ask what was going on; I was told the cunt was in a meeting, so I left a message for her...did she call me back? Nooooo.
4. I called back AGAIN a few days after THAT, to be told the cunt was on vacation for two weeks.

It's now obvious that the University of XYZ is dicking me around and playing games with me. Reeeeeeal professional, guys. In my opinion, the HR cunt must be PUNISHED when she gets back. Her punishment must be PAINFUL, it must be PHYSICAL, and it must be SEVERE. Thank God I watched Slumdog Millionaire two nights ago; this movie taught me how to immolate a person. All I need is to go back there with a bottle of vegetable oil and a lighter, and BOOM! that will be the end of her fine HR career.

2009 is half over...still no job.

I have been battling depression for weeks now, and I think that's for two main reasons:

1. The last year and a half of unemployment has finally taken its toll on me, and
2. I need a vacation.

I know what you're thinking: "People who don't work don't need/deserve vacations." Not true. I'm not talking about some multi-week extravagant trip to Europe or Hawaii; I'm talking about maybe 3 nights at a semi-local beach like Wildwood or Ocean City or Dewey Beach. Oh, and the day trips to Bethlehem and Silver Spring, while enjoyable, don't count as vacations. They are "family maintenance trips," an expression taught to me by my pastor.

My dear friend "Megan" and I are planning on visiting Six Flags America on July 25, but I'm so worried that my ankle will act up and I won't be able to enjoy myself. Which brings me to reason 3. My ankle still hurts intermittently. I've been doing the exercises prescribed by my orthopedic doctor and taking pain meds, but still my ankle has good and bad moments. I still walk with a limp most of the time. And the sprain happened back in FEBRUARY for Pete's sake!!!

All I want to do is feel happiness again. All I feel these days is anger, anxiety, and sadness.

"Famous people always die in threes." --my friend "Nicole"

Here's praying for the family and friends of Ed McMahon, Farrah Fawcett, and Michael Jackson. To me, each death was more shocking than the last.

The Good and The Bad

THE GOOD: My ankle, as revealed by X-ray, is NOT broken. Praise the Lord! The orthopedic doctor gave me some exercises to do and said I should take over-the-counter pain meds to help with the pain. My ankle did not bother me that much today, but that was probably because I took some Tylenol Arthritis in the morning. I know it's bad for my liver but with pain, it works wonders.

ALSO GOOD: My job interview which was today. I should be hearing from them in 1-2 weeks.

THE BAD: I have a friend who I visited last Saturday and during our conversation, she said casually, "I bet you could wallpaper a bedroom with your rejection letters." HUH?? Nice. Reeeeeal nice.

OWWWWWWWW!

The saga of my left ankle continues.

This afternoon I am going to be headed to Rockville (yes, you read that right) to an orthopedic doctor that can see me TODAY. This doctor is actually my mother's orthopedic doctor, and she helped me find him. Let's hope and pray for some answers, people. And some good treatment.

Ankle Biters

My ankle is now killing me. It was a lot better back in May, when my primary care doctor took off the Ace bandage after two weeks and gave me some pain meds. But now that I have resumed walking and exercising normally for the last 3-4 weeks, my ankle has started to scream in pain once again. I have replaced the pain meds which I no longer have with ibuprofen, and that helps some, but the bottom line is that I cannot walk normally.

I made yet another appointment with my primary care doctor; she can't see me until the 30th. WUNDERBAR! So until then I must suffer. Running is out of the question. I am going to demand that she order X-rays this time; I really think she should have the first time. Well, you know, 50 percent of doctors graduated in the bottom half of their medical school class.

Well, we're living here in Allentown...

I'm back! Did you miss me?

As of late last Friday, OUR WATER IS BACK ON! Hallelujah! And we didn't even have to call a plumber or pay an exorbitant amount of money. When MFP came home, he went to the basement, found a valve with a screw loose, tightened the screw, and turned the valve. Lo and behold, our water pressure was back! Believe me, you don't know what you got 'til it's gone.

Lately, for some unexplained reason, my brain has become obsessed with all things Allentown (PA, that is). My mother-in-law and my late father-in-law were both from Allentown, and MFP lived within its limits for a year when he was in his twenties. All this makes me feel very close to Allentown, although I have actually been there once (as opposed to its neighbor to the east, Bethlehem, which I have been to lots of times).

Ironically, the thing I remember the most about Allentown was that, on a whim, MFP and I stopped at a Rita's to get some gelati, and the menu was written in both English and Spanish. You don't usually see that here in Baltimore. MFP explained that there is a high Latino population in Allentown now. Guess you learn something new every day.

Anyone remember the TV show Gimme A Break! ? Lara Jill Miller, who played Samantha, is from Allentown.

Okay, I better stop now...