*BONUS VIDEO!* True Blood: Godric

When I was talking about True Blood in my last video, I COMPLETELY forgot to talk about one of my favorite story lines of all time. I am so ashamed. As soon as I found out, I immediately shot another separate video just for him.

I just have a lot of feelings, okay?

F@%k My iPhone.

Alright everyone, listen up and let me tell you a thing.

A few days ago, my phone speakers stopped working. Just... stopped. I could get no sound to come out. I could still talk on the phone and the headphones still worked, but nothing would come out of the speaker.

I did what any strong, intelligent, modern woman does when this happens.

I told my Dad.

We looked it up and apparently, this had been a problem with the iPhone5. I let him play with it and we both respectively tried everything to try and get it to work again. Nothing. Nada.

Finally, he called Apple and told them the problem. They agreed to send a new one (since mine is still under warranty), they'll put a temporary charge on his credit card for the price of the new phone and I would send my defective one back. They would then take the charge off his card. Easy.

So now the game was to wait for the new one to arrive in the mail (which we learned was gonna be Monday).

Two days go by and I'm surviving with no sound. No big deal, just have to pay more attention for vibrating.

This evening, I'm sitting in my room watching TV, and I notice a something. I mute the TV and listen...

My phone alarm is going off.

WTF? TWO DAYS?! TWO DAYS!!!!!!!!!! And then it just fucking works again...

And now he's gonna get charged $650 for a new phone I don't need. Because if I return my phone fully functional, they'll just assume we wanted a new phone and charge him anyway.

Needless to say, we are not very happy right now.

*NEW VIDEO!* The Post Pre-Interview Test Video

SO!

Things have been interesting the past two weeks, what with all the interview nonsense.  I don't think there will ever be a point in my life where I walk into an interview situation and actually feel like I'm going to get the job.  Does that part ever get any better?

Someone asked me why I don't just get a little job first so that I at least have an income and just look for another job later. The answer to that is both simple and very complex. I don't want to rush into a job that I think is going to be temporary and would most likely drive me insane, because I know the type of person I am. I am the type of person who would STAY in that hell job, bored and frustrated for the rest of my life if given the choice because I would be safe.  I fear and loathe the interview and resume proccess so much that I would just settle down with whatever pissy little occupation set itself in front of me and then end up hating myself more and more as time goes by (re: Wal-Mart for 5 years).

I pretty much know that nothing around here is going to make me happy (that would involve limitless amounts of cash, a personal trainer, and Tom Hiddleston on speed dial), but I at least want to find something that I can make a living off of and not want to go postal and stab all of my co-workers in the face (re: Wal-Mart for 5 years).

And so that brings me to all the running around I have been doing lately. Let me break it down for you:

Feb 1-2: On the coast with parents
Feb 3: Drive 2 1/2 hours to prison interview #1
~1 1/2 hours to Hattiesburg
(this is where the back pain began and I could not stand up)
Feb 7: Back to parents for chiropractor
Feb 9: Back to house
Feb 11: Up to Tara's for prison interview #2
Feb 13: 3 1/2 hours back to coast for chiropractor
Feb 17: 3 1/2 hours back to Tara's for office pre-interview test

And I have to head back to Hattiesburg tomorrow for the Hideout fundraiser.

Then back to the coast Friday for the chiropractor.

I am tired.

*NEW VIDEO!* Driving in Pain

So, we have the exciting and fun story of my awesome birthday from last week.  That was fun.

Then we have the story about my back. That was also fun.

Now, we just have me trying to survive. Looking for a job (badly and without result, I might add), and spending a lot of time in the car, even though it hurts like hell.

The good part about this job interview is that I get to visit my friend Tara and maybe forget about things for a while... before I just have to get back in the car (which really does not feel good at this time) and go BACK down to the coast to see the chiropractor again.

Wow, these updates really suck.

I'll try to get back to doing 'Let's Talk About...' next week.

Shitty Birthday to Me *WITH BONUS VIDEO*

I went home for the weekend to spend some time with my parents for my birthday.

It was nice.

We went out to eat (I had some great fried eggplant and pasta), we sat around and just chilled.  My mom made me a Brian from Family Guy...

It was a good weekend.

And then it was Monday.

I should have known what to expect. I had been there before interviewing for a different position and some part of my brain that wants to remain optimistic thought that it would be different this time and less taxing. I was wrong. I hate driving. I especially hate driving long distances by myself. Even though I had been there once before, it was still unknown territory for me and that always raises my anxiety levels.  

Since I relied heavily on my phone's GPS, it ran the battery out quicker than normal so I dared not play games while I was waiting to be called in.  Hearing the other people talk, it was very clear how things worked there and I knew from almost the moment I walked in that I wasn't getting the job.  Still, some part of me knew that if I just walked out like I wanted to, heads would turn and whispers would come out. So I stayed.

I was uncomfortable (I decided to put in an effort and wore an outfit that made me feel like I was cutting off the circulation to my torso) and the weather had gotten colder and I had no jacket. I felt inadequate and out of place.

People wonder why I never go out and have a life and do things... It's because it feels like THAT all of the time for me.

But I stuck it out. Went in to the interview, tried to smile and make nice with a little small talk, and answered their questions. It took about 5 minutes. Very anti-climactic end to a really elaborate build-up of shit.

And then I had to drive some more. This time, with the thoughts of how depressing this birthday has been while I sit in my car, still cold and uncomfortable, and do the drive of shame back home.

My sister was nice enough to take me out to dinner (we had planned to go out Wednesday, but she knew I needed it sooner) with my nephew. It helped to get my mind off things. Then we just watched TV and laughed over stupid things.

It was a really nice end to a shitty day.

So now I'm a year older with nothing to show for it. *shrug* But, what else is there to do?

*Rant* Scam Calls

Got another call today from someone claiming to be from the government wanting to give me free money. This time it was an enticing $8,400 instead of the last sum of $7,500.  While I stuck around to listen for shits and giggles last time to the man with the VERY thick accent tell me that I had to put $280 on a money card a "test" to make sure it was really me and tell them the card information where the rest of the money would be put later.  I told him I'd get right on that and then hung up, giggling to myself and wrote on Facebook about it:

Yes, I'm totally going to believe you, person claiming to be from the Federal Government offering me free money. I'm especially convinced of your legitimacy because of your lack of English skills and what I'm sure were 'official business office' noises coming from your end of the call. I will definitely be handing over $280 so that you can send me my $7,500 of Federal grant money, which I'm sure will arrive promptly in my bank account within a reasonable amount of time. - November 15, 2013

He actually called back an hour later to see if I'd done it yet. By this time I was done and just told him I wasn't going to fall for it and to stop calling.

This time I only listened long enough for the woman, also with an even worse thick and almost imperceptible accent, to tell me I could only get the payment in the form of a Wal-Mart money card (which I know FOR A FACT cannot hold more than, like, $3000 at one time) before I hung up on her.

I would make a rant about "How can people think this will work?" or "Who is stupid enough to fall for that?" but the truth is, after five years in the Money Center of Hell-Mart, I've seen those stupid enough to fall for this shit.  I wanted to strangle them for getting duped so easily.  Like, seriously, you get an email from someone claiming that you've won the Guatemalan lottery of 250K FANTASTIC! BUT in order to get the money, you have to first send them $1,500 for processing....

Really?

I think one time I actually emailed them back and said something to the tune of: "Take it out of the 250K, then send me the rest."

Needless to say, I never heard from them again.

I wish these people who keep calling me would get that same idea.

'Pretty in Pink' Rant

You know, something has bothered me about "Pretty in Pink" for a while now. At first, it was just the whole cliche about the wrong side of the tracks girl/rich guy angle that all John Hughes movies seem to feature, but then I thought some more about it.

This is a horrible movie. Not the acting or the quality of the film, just the concept. This girl, under unfortunate circumstances, is basically being stalked by three different people with three different intensities.

Duckie, the most blatant of those, follows her everywhere, watching her every move. He admittedly rides by her house several times a day to check on her obsessively, does not approve of her associating with anyone other than himself or others he feels are worthy, calls her constantly, talks to himself, and seems to just have no concept of reality. BUT, since he hides it behind being adorable and quirky, everyone watching the movie (myself included for a while) just melts at his seeming harmless misfortune and some go as far as to say he should have gotten the girl.

Steff, the "villain" of the movie is only obvious to the main character. He pursues her in private, mostly just for sex because he cares too much for his reputation to actually be SEEN with her in a social capacity. When rebuffed, he puts in motion plans to make her life more difficult in a classic "if-I-can't-have-you-no-on-can" effort.

BUT, Blane also fits into this category, if on a different level. His pursuit of Andy was also private. Hacking school computers to talk in private, and though he attempts to take her to one of the parties in his social class (which, from one perspective could be seen as just an act to gain her trust), after that, the relationship goes undercover, isolating Andy from her family and friends (except the aforementioned Duckie, who would have known because of his stalking anyway). He makes her feel special (seemingly because someone of his standing chose her despite her upbringing and financial situation) only to abandon her in favor of keeping appearances with his clique. We feel happy at the end of the movie because he runs after her, but what we really fail to think about is that he does this ALONE and away from all the other people at the prom (both rich and poor alike) and still has the ability and opportunity to continue to manipulate her in the future. But we like him as the hero of the movie because he is the lesser of two evils (or the quieter of three evils, if you will).

Now, it occurred to me while watching this movie tonight (for about the thousandth time) that I have dated both a "Duckie" and a "Steff." Neither of which were pleasant experiences. So, I feel at least 2/3rds qualified to make these statements. I know that some people may disagree with me or think I am reading too much into it, but they are entitled to their opinions just as I am entitled to mine. This in no way means that I do not love the movie, because I do and I always have and probably always will.

I need a life.

(This was originally posted on my Facebook in October and I thought I'd share it.)