where’s my job?

I hate…

how job postings are nothing bait and switch operations except there’s only bait, no switch.  And as all suckers have to learn, you can’t eat your bait and have it too.  I lived on a meal of bait set by an enthusiastic headhunter over the holidays, but of course it’s not true food.  And that perfect job she caught my resume with (that job I should not have let myself either feel comfortable or fantasize about) dissipated like smoke in a breeze with the new year.

blah blah blah

I hate…

How my mom jeans have such shallow pockets.   Do designers privileged to fashion jeans for middle-aged ladies progressively growing more solid believe that such ladies should confine themselves to big floppy handbags and leave pocket stuffing to the young and sylph-like?  Or what? 

I grow old. I grow old.  I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

 

not so good but better

I hate…

Doing laundry while waiting to see how the nor’easter plays out.

All this past week it was “when did you lose power?” “do you have hot water?” “did you get power back?” “”you did? I hate you”   Our relative deprivation really distracted us from the election.  But it’s okay now, our president is not a corporate raider Mormon with Asberger’s and a stable of dressage horses. Which reminds me,

I hate…

Network election coverage: “with one district out of 97 in, we cannot yet project the winner in…”  “with 33 out of 34 districts in, we are going to project the winner in…”  “and here is our map of projected winners”.  I understand that there’s a lot of time to fill up and it’s a really tense and really boring time, but how about discussing something meaningful instead of making up all this projection crap to fill in the hours?  All right, forget meaningful.  How about a few good movies?

I really, really hate……

my hyperactive wireless Mac mouse, which likes to go backwards in the browser when breathed on, eliminating any not yet posted post…