Quit pussing out on your jobs.
I have gotten this notice a few times already:
"We regret to inform you that we have cancelled this job opportunity or selected another candidate whose qualifications more closely align with our requirements for this position."
Well, which is it? Has the job been cancelled or do you not like my qualifications? If the job was cancelled, then I suggest you get your shit together before posting a job, since this is the third time I've applied for a job that mysteriously gets cancelled. If you don't like my resume, then say so. Seriously, I've had worse said by better.
I realize this blog posting may eliminate all chances of me ever getting a job with the City of Edmonton, but at this point, who cares. Three of those bullshit notices leads me to believe that maybe a job with the City might be bullshit, too.
Fed-Uppingly Yours,
xoxoSallyS
Monday, June 1, 2009
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Too far?
I saw something bizarre in the liquor store this morning.
Mike's Hard Lemonade has their booze for breast cancer. There were cases with the pink ribbon on them, promoting breast cancer awareness. Huh? Isn't that like having Lay's Chips sponsor an anti-obesity campaign?
Stupid marketing.
And for clarification, we were in the liquor store this morning to get boxes for moving.
Marketingly Yours,
xoxoSallyS
Mike's Hard Lemonade has their booze for breast cancer. There were cases with the pink ribbon on them, promoting breast cancer awareness. Huh? Isn't that like having Lay's Chips sponsor an anti-obesity campaign?
Stupid marketing.
And for clarification, we were in the liquor store this morning to get boxes for moving.
Marketingly Yours,
xoxoSallyS
Friday, May 8, 2009
In defense of Science Fiction
Many of you who know me know that I have little interest in the Science Fiction genre. Star Wars passed me by for 32 years. Star Trek has never been on my TV for more than a nanosecond and I click on by. Any book by Asimov or Adams had never held space on my book shelf. That is... until two years ago when I met Byron.
Byron loves Science Fiction. He loves Star Wars and reads Star Wars books voraciously and can talk for hours (it seems) about the characters and plots and developments. There is an Asimov book on my shelf now, because it's now our shelf, and Douglas Adams has a place in our home.
By and I have very different tastes when it comes to music, movies and books. I have (but am aiming for the past tense of have) a bad habit of brushing off and poo-pooing things I have never seen and declare that it is not worth my time. I caused my grief with this attitude when we were meshing our lives.
So we made a deal.
For every movie in his genre that we watch, he sees something I like. The result has been me liking Star Wars movies (the new ones, I don't care for the original ones. Luke Skywalker bothers me. He's a pussy.) and Byron liking The Sea Inside. We even did an experiement where I would read one of his favourite books, and he read one of mine. I like "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy". He hated David Adams Richards' "Nights Below Station Street".
But I digress.
In my limited experience with Science Fiction, I have come to admire the genre. The people who write Science Fiction are some of the most creative people out there. You have to be incredibly creative to think of universes, cultures, species that are beleiveable. You have to build a world that makes people suspend their disbelief for a moment and accept that this is reality. Which brings me to the Science Fiction fans. They are some of the most creative people, too. It's easy to read a book from a different historical era, or another country. It's a human experience that can be somewhat universal. But to read a book, or watch a movie and understand that while it's all fake, that world does exist for that moment is unique. And then to talk about the Horax like it's real is stunning to me.
So thanks to Byron for opening my mind to something new. Maybe I'll find a book of mine that you'll love one day, too. We're going to see Star Trek soon. Please, pick your jaws off the ground.
May the Force Be With You,
xoxoSallyS
Byron loves Science Fiction. He loves Star Wars and reads Star Wars books voraciously and can talk for hours (it seems) about the characters and plots and developments. There is an Asimov book on my shelf now, because it's now our shelf, and Douglas Adams has a place in our home.
By and I have very different tastes when it comes to music, movies and books. I have (but am aiming for the past tense of have) a bad habit of brushing off and poo-pooing things I have never seen and declare that it is not worth my time. I caused my grief with this attitude when we were meshing our lives.
So we made a deal.
For every movie in his genre that we watch, he sees something I like. The result has been me liking Star Wars movies (the new ones, I don't care for the original ones. Luke Skywalker bothers me. He's a pussy.) and Byron liking The Sea Inside. We even did an experiement where I would read one of his favourite books, and he read one of mine. I like "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy". He hated David Adams Richards' "Nights Below Station Street".
But I digress.
In my limited experience with Science Fiction, I have come to admire the genre. The people who write Science Fiction are some of the most creative people out there. You have to be incredibly creative to think of universes, cultures, species that are beleiveable. You have to build a world that makes people suspend their disbelief for a moment and accept that this is reality. Which brings me to the Science Fiction fans. They are some of the most creative people, too. It's easy to read a book from a different historical era, or another country. It's a human experience that can be somewhat universal. But to read a book, or watch a movie and understand that while it's all fake, that world does exist for that moment is unique. And then to talk about the Horax like it's real is stunning to me.
So thanks to Byron for opening my mind to something new. Maybe I'll find a book of mine that you'll love one day, too. We're going to see Star Trek soon. Please, pick your jaws off the ground.
May the Force Be With You,
xoxoSallyS
Saturday, April 18, 2009
What the...?
I think I was ogled the other night.
We ordered pizza (I was a lazy wife that day), and I think I was ogled by the pizza guy. I am not bragging, I am just stunned by it. It was blatant and it made me feel squicky.
I thought I heard a faint knock, so I looked out the peep hole to see this dumb-looking kid in his early 20's staring up at the ceiling, mouth agape. I opened the door wearing my at-home attire - a grubby over-sized t-shirt, sweat pants and fluffy slippers. The kid had this moony grin on his face and creeped me out. As he pulled the pizza out of his bag, he was blatantly staring at my chest. At first, I thought he was trying to figure out the worn out lettering on the front of my shirt, but no. He was ogling. Blech. A few years ago, I would have been slightly flattered, but that night, I felt gross.
A couple years back, I ordered Chinese food one night. The delivery guy thought it was time to tell jokes while I paid him, so he told me this gem.
Q: Why did the walrus go to the tupperware party?
A: He wanted a tight seal.
The door was quickly shut on Shecky.
The moral of this tale? Quit ordering delivery and make your own damn food.
Peversely Yours,
xoxoSallyS
We ordered pizza (I was a lazy wife that day), and I think I was ogled by the pizza guy. I am not bragging, I am just stunned by it. It was blatant and it made me feel squicky.
I thought I heard a faint knock, so I looked out the peep hole to see this dumb-looking kid in his early 20's staring up at the ceiling, mouth agape. I opened the door wearing my at-home attire - a grubby over-sized t-shirt, sweat pants and fluffy slippers. The kid had this moony grin on his face and creeped me out. As he pulled the pizza out of his bag, he was blatantly staring at my chest. At first, I thought he was trying to figure out the worn out lettering on the front of my shirt, but no. He was ogling. Blech. A few years ago, I would have been slightly flattered, but that night, I felt gross.
A couple years back, I ordered Chinese food one night. The delivery guy thought it was time to tell jokes while I paid him, so he told me this gem.
Q: Why did the walrus go to the tupperware party?
A: He wanted a tight seal.
The door was quickly shut on Shecky.
The moral of this tale? Quit ordering delivery and make your own damn food.
Peversely Yours,
xoxoSallyS
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Whew?
I always knew something was wrong with CBC when I was there. Not the programming, well at least not all the time, but management. They always seemed sketchy and greedy to me. And now my suspicions are proven true.
Management will sacrifice 800 jobs, but only 70 of their numbers. Those cuts affect those who work to put the CBC on air. Management, meanwhile, goes on a lot of courses and meetings at Niagara. They are thick in numbers and cowards for not taking a cut when needed.
I'll wait to see how it all shakes down at the Mother Corp and see who is getting fired, what stations are being downsized, what shows will go missing and who the casualties are. All the while watching management rake in obscene amounts of money, taking an obscene number of trips for useless training course. And I do mean useless, because after this hit, they won't have anyone left to manage.
Sign-offingly Yours,
xoxoSallyS
Management will sacrifice 800 jobs, but only 70 of their numbers. Those cuts affect those who work to put the CBC on air. Management, meanwhile, goes on a lot of courses and meetings at Niagara. They are thick in numbers and cowards for not taking a cut when needed.
I'll wait to see how it all shakes down at the Mother Corp and see who is getting fired, what stations are being downsized, what shows will go missing and who the casualties are. All the while watching management rake in obscene amounts of money, taking an obscene number of trips for useless training course. And I do mean useless, because after this hit, they won't have anyone left to manage.
Sign-offingly Yours,
xoxoSallyS
Monday, March 23, 2009
Inappropriate Talking
Are you allowed to talk during aerobics?
I ask because I am in an aerobics class, and there are several people who use the class like the local coffee shop. Is that normal?
They do their routines, half-heartedly may I add, and talk loudly over the music and the instructor. Even scowls from others and the instructor do not deter them.
Does anyone else have this problem? Am I on glue thinking these people are rude and annoying? Advise, please.
Grapeviningly Yours,
xoxoSallyS
I ask because I am in an aerobics class, and there are several people who use the class like the local coffee shop. Is that normal?
They do their routines, half-heartedly may I add, and talk loudly over the music and the instructor. Even scowls from others and the instructor do not deter them.
Does anyone else have this problem? Am I on glue thinking these people are rude and annoying? Advise, please.
Grapeviningly Yours,
xoxoSallyS
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Homesick
These are the days when I wish we lived closer to family.
Byron's uncle is sick and is not long for this world. The plane ticket for the two of us to fly off this island is more than $1,000. Yowza! We could drive, but that is scary and long and we'd show up exhausted and delirious. We'd both like to go, but can only really afford for one of us. This is so frustrating!
As soon as I could, I left home. Sure, I came back a couple times but never stayed for long. Both my grandmothers died when I was away. I would have loved to go say goodbye to them both, but the cost was far too much. It was almost justified. You would think that a wee 1.5 hour trip would not break the bank, and now that it's proving that really is the case, it's harder than I thought.
I can't bear to think what it's going to be like when my parents pass. My dad has had cancer, my mom has MS. What if the cancer comes back? What if my mom takes a turn for the worse?
Longingly Yours,
xoxoSally
Byron's uncle is sick and is not long for this world. The plane ticket for the two of us to fly off this island is more than $1,000. Yowza! We could drive, but that is scary and long and we'd show up exhausted and delirious. We'd both like to go, but can only really afford for one of us. This is so frustrating!
As soon as I could, I left home. Sure, I came back a couple times but never stayed for long. Both my grandmothers died when I was away. I would have loved to go say goodbye to them both, but the cost was far too much. It was almost justified. You would think that a wee 1.5 hour trip would not break the bank, and now that it's proving that really is the case, it's harder than I thought.
I can't bear to think what it's going to be like when my parents pass. My dad has had cancer, my mom has MS. What if the cancer comes back? What if my mom takes a turn for the worse?
Longingly Yours,
xoxoSally
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