Token Post Detailing a Shitty Monday

We've all been there, I've got nothing special here folks, so I'll just powerpoint the mess. A veritable checklist of sorts to ensure one's Monday rots:

• Wake up inappropriately hungover
• Remember personal trainer appointment made last week for 6.45am
• Drive to personal training appointment and ask yourself, "Am I still drunk.. What day is today?"
• Suffer through 60 minutes of plyometric conditioning
• Get stuck in traffic trying to dash home to shower for work
• Bring "breakfast" (protein powder mixed into yogurt with banana, blueberries, frozen mango) into the bathroom to chug while showering.
• Proceed to spill "breakfast" all over dresser top, portable DVD player, and DirectTV box
• Dash out to car to find it blocked by neighbor who pulled in behind me
• Try to schedule an afternoon of interviews with candidate you found through extensive (and embarrassing) digging through personal social networks (and clever thinking) for sometime later in the week, only to find out (via email) that said candidate is already scheduled for a day of interviews Wednesday with another group in the office.
• Work till 6pm; drive home and pull up to a block completely without power. TOTAL BLACKOUT.
• Find flashlight.
• Notice that across the street, the grid is on, obscene amounts of Christmas lights support this suspicion.
• Call Southern California Edison (Power company).
• Select 1 from the voice-menu to obtain an outage status report.
• Learn from recorded female voice that no outages have been reported.
• Select 2 to report an outage.
• Get connected with a human who inquires how she might be able to provide me with "excellent service this evening"
• Reply "Well, you could get my power back on! Haha!".
• Listen to silence.
• Become informed that, along with 13,000 other paying customers, power is out due to "squirrels".
• Proceed to give all personal information -- address, name, cell phone #.
• End call.*
• Begin yelling to BF about how that wasn't "excellent fucking service at all" since the expected amount of time till repair wasn't reported and the reasons are both lame and (fucking) necessary and that even GLOBAL THERMONUCLEAR WAR as the cause wouldn't help at all, continue cursing.
• Blanche as the cellphone crackes (in the dark), "Hello, I'm still on the line"
• Worry that power station customer service rep. will proceed to post on her blog an .mp3 of the recorded phone call, along with my name and telephone number, filing the post under "Total Asshole"
• Have mother call on cell just as the power goes back on, asking "How was your Monday?"

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Employment :: Ongoing Saga

After seeing Blade Runner: Final Cut this morning in a super pimped movie theater in Westwood (? like I even know what that means or where it is), I went to this weird, old-school burger joint, Apple Pan's for lunch. It was then that I checked my missed calls and voice mail. It seems I missed a call the day before from someone at the place I've already interviewed TWICE with for a job. I already had a phone interview with the caller weeks back when I was in for an afternoon of marathon interviews with random people. He was out of state that day but we did speak for a good 20 minutes on the phone.

I assumed that since it was he calling, I was going to be told that unfortunately" they would be going 'with someone else' or that they opted to 'take a pass' or whatever and the woman with whom I had met twice already relegated this guy (who had never met me) to deliver the bad news.

Wrong.

It turns out that he was in town for the weekend (an ever increasing rarity) and wanted to know if I might be able to drop in and meet during the weekend. I told him I'd call him back after checking with my assorted weekend obligations. Precisely 17 minutes later, I called him to say I could swing by in just a little over an hour. I proceed to change my clothing and "refresh" (which in this instance required a complete head-under-shower hair restyle) then jumped in das Auto and headed out.

I'm somewhat confused. ["What would I say is my greatest weakness with regard to my professional life, Tom*? Haha, well I'm glad you asked. That's easy: I work too hard."]

Does this mean I'm going to get an offer or that they want to make sure that they are going to decline the right candidate (me)?

Any information you may be able to provide would be most appreciated. Have a nice day and I look forward to hearing from you soon.

Best Regards,
ctrl-freak

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Station Identification

It's not as if this is actually read by anyone, yet I still feel compelled to broadcast that I am feeling somewhat out of sorts. Season's changing, my mind's churning, blahblahblah.

This made me unbelievably sad. [Aging and Gay, and Facing Prejudice in Twilight, NYT]
Here's the deal: if I find myself in a position where I'm spending my "twilight" days (gagging at the euphemism) worrying about taking shit from a bunch of toothless demented bastard "peers" for being gay, I'll whip out some serious ninja skills and turn the place into a scene from Kill Bill.

Tomorrow morning I am going to investigate venues for me to volunteer my time/skills to the community of senior men and women who happen to also be homosexual. Any advice, suggestions, or information would be greatly appreciated.

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