Well, as of Wednesday of last week I am unemployed again.

I did miss time, due to illness (with medical backup and excuses) but the last two days I missed time was due to severe manic episodes.  I’m on Xanax three times daily now to keep me from jumping out of my skin.  But hey, the gardening is coming along GREAT.  Now if the mania would kick in on cleaning.

Seeking employment in this job market sucks.  I’m not sure how much help the agency will be sue to my phenomenal streak of shitty luck.  I was honest with them from the start about the Bipolar disorder.  I haven’t had a BAD episode in a year, and that was depressive.

Of course while manic I have periods of wanting to rip people’s heads off.  Don’t worry, I don’t have the upper body strength for that.

So I’m going out of my head here.  Not only looking for work but just my family.  Maybe I’ll try walking a bit around Lake Scranton.  I’m in no shape to go very far. 

I really need a social life.  Seriously.

Can’t recall where I saw this Meme.  Sorry.

Top ten FICTIONAL men you wouldn’t kick outta bed:

I mentioned this to some friends today, and was asked to post it where I can be embarassed before people I actually have to look in the eye. :)  And apparently this story is too long for one post.  So the second part will be following. :)

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 Hello again.  

I managed to finish several "Tinman" Projects:

"Learning to Dance" - My first story in the "Learning to..." series is complete.
"Learning to Live"  - The second story, is underway.

Under the cut, I have some Icon offerings.

I'm glad to have my writing muse back.  It's been a while, and Tinman inspired me.

I don't know why I get into these obsessive phases.  You should have seen me with X-Files in the day.  I'm still rabid in my fandom of Doctor Who, Torchwood, Firefly, and Labyrinth.  Hmmm... Tinman, Firefly and Labyrinth all had men in tight tan pants.  I drool over all three... maybe I have a tight pants fetish.  I also have a fan crush on Mike Rowe.  Love "Dirty Jobs"  Hey, if he wants a dirty job I invite him to clean my bedroom.  No, not the inuendo kind.  REALLY clean my bedroom.  It's a pig sty, and he's used to that.  

It's been ages since I've had a manic episode where cleaning was involved.  In fact, I have to clean the ferret cage soon.  They're wearing little gas masks.  I suspect it may be a hint.

I napped after dinner today.  I haven't done that in like nine months.  Missed some prime writing time. 

I really should update these things more often.  I’m such a slacker.

After over a month of marathon shopping and weeks of decorating, Christmas exploded like a origami gone wrong yesterday morning.  Ribbons, tissue paper and gift bags flew everywhere. (We are too lazy to actually wrap here.)

After thirty minutes of frenzied grabbing for the bootie we were left feeling a bit… empty.

Not that we disliked or were disappointed in the generosity of others.  More like a … ‘this was it?’ type moment dawned on us.

I know I felt like a marathon runner who had just snapped through the red velvet, candy cane, bedecked ribbon at the finish line, and turned to find just a bunch of other exhausts runners reaching for the gator aide and hot wraps.  (Those of you who know me personally may take a moment to laugh at the irony of picturing me in any type of marathon.)

It just seems that this holiday has become, not about the commercialism…. But about the build up.   

That’s why depression is so high around this season.  If you haven’t been able to keep up with the build up, not with the finished deal.  You feel empty, like you’ve missed something.  But don’t you get it?  It isn’t you.  EVERYONE seems to feel that way.  You’re the odd one out if you feel a sense of utter completeness and spiritual joy at then end of Christmas day.

And I *SWEAR* if I hear Dominic the Donkey one more freakin’ time….

After almost six months, 50 + resumes, 7 interviews and quite a bit of actual terror (unemployment is running out).  The job starts at $1.25 more than the salary I ended with on the last one (and that was after FIVE years).

The job is temp to hire from an employment agency.  If they like me and I do well after three months they'll hire me directly.  I know I can do this.  I've been praying so very hard the last two months.  Of however many people sent to be interviewed they liked ME.  The middle aged fat chick.  YAY!!!

I start on Monday with orientation.  During the interview I mentioned on the outside interests question that I worked the polls on Election days.  They called Manpower and told them Orientation was Monday, Tuesday I was free to work the polls, and Wednesday the regular work week started!  That's above and beyond anything I expected.

I'm an Administrative Assistant, which is a step up from clerk/typist/receptionist in the world of clerical workers.  Yeah, it's still a secretary, but I'm HAPPY being a secretary.  I did the “Meposian Dance of Joy!” (and I just pointed out my age with that one)

Happy is the Employed chick.  Yes, very happy indeed.

It was a wonderful day for us both.  It was almost unbearably hot, and I got a sunburn, but that's the only bad thing to report.

My niece got an entire day, from waking to bed, where she was not once yelled at, goaded, had any buttons pushed, or ordered around like a servant.  She got to see what she wanted, wander about more shops than you can shake a stick at actually able to touch and examine things, watch glassblowing, blacksmithing, comedy performances, Shakespeare, dancers, etc.  I loved the faire itself, but loved being able to give her that even more.

If you live within reasonable distance, I can't recommend the Faire enough.

She was also called by one merchant "officially the coolest person at the Faire."  She was wearing her "The Angel's have the Phone Box" t-shirt with the TARDIS on back. :)  Fantasy people tent to be sci-fi people as well. 

I didn't tell Krissy (the niece) where we were going, only that it was a day trip.  She had no clue we were going anywhere until bedtime Friday night.  

It was fantastic that for the entire drive out she had no clue where we were going.

In comparison, her jealous parents decided they would take her to the Bloomsburg Faire today.  Nice busy weekend for Krissy.  

Also in comparison from the moment they were up her dad was screaming at her and had her in tears and kept threatening to leave her home, but her mother interceded. (Personally I think she'd have a better day without the ass constantly yelling at her and goading her into fights, and provoking bad responses so he can prove what a big man he is by screaming at a kid.)  But then, my view on my brother-in-law is hardly unbiased.

Ah, well.  Yesterday was great.

They even got their own Com. :)

This Doctor Who Doctor/Rose ficathon was the first I ever joined.  It can be found here:
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If you follow the link, enjoy the fic!