Spread a little happiness

I woke up feeling unaccountably happy this morning. Not sure why. Possibly because it wasn't freezing cold in my house anymore, and I no longer felt like a Dikensian character.

It's not always easy to trust feeling happy, because it probably means I'm just not paying attention to things that should be bothring me, but It's nice to feel happy, so I should just go with it, right?

Spread a little happiness

I woke up feeling unaccountably happy this morning. Not sure why. Possibly because it wasn't freezing cold in my house anymore, and I no longer felt like a Dikensian character.

It's not always easy to trust feeling happy, because it probably means I'm just not paying attention to things that should be bothring me, but It's nice to feel happy, so I should just go with it, right?

Job Hunting Rules

Dear People who submitted resumes to my company for possible work in the Gulf Coast region:

Three things you really ought to know if you are job searching.

1. Make sure your phone number is somewhere in your resume. In fact, it is wise to put your phone number in your cover letter also, just to be on the safe side. emails are fine, but you look like a bit of a burke if you can't even double check to make sure your phone number is where you said it would be.

2. Get a bloody answering machine! Seriously. It's 2005, who doesn't have an answering machine? Or an email address. Can't offer you a job if we can't get a hold of you. Besides, there are, quite literally, hundreds of other candidiates. We can skip you completely.

3. Make sure your phone doesn't roll immediately to a fax machine because that noise? Annoying. And again, if you have a phone that does that, give an alternate number! See above - no skin off my back if I don't get a hold of you.

Love, charliesmum who is slowly getting annoyed.

Job Hunting Rules

Dear People who submitted resumes to my company for possible work in the Gulf Coast region:

Three things you really ought to know if you are job searching.

1. Make sure your phone number is somewhere in your resume. In fact, it is wise to put your phone number in your cover letter also, just to be on the safe side. emails are fine, but you look like a bit of a burke if you can't even double check to make sure your phone number is where you said it would be.

2. Get a bloody answering machine! Seriously. It's 2005, who doesn't have an answering machine? Or an email address. Can't offer you a job if we can't get a hold of you. Besides, there are, quite literally, hundreds of other candidiates. We can skip you completely.

3. Make sure your phone doesn't roll immediately to a fax machine because that noise? Annoying. And again, if you have a phone that does that, give an alternate number! See above - no skin off my back if I don't get a hold of you.

Love, charliesmum who is slowly getting annoyed.

From valis2

Since I didn't get on her halloween party meme, I did my own.

( What are you wearing? )

From valis2

Since I didn't get on her halloween party meme, I did my own.

( What are you wearing? )

Music to stare moodily out the window to

I got a Jeff Buckley CD. I liked his version of Hallelujah (not as much as Leonard Cohen's but still) and thought I might like some of his other stuff, so after dinner (three guesses where we ate and the first two don't count) we went next door to "Abbie Road" where this lovely aging rocker guy sells CDs and I got "Grace". So points to me for getting something actually made after 1989. Sad that he is dead though.

It is a nice album. (Album? CD? I still call them 'records' in my head. I can't help it.) Mellow, that's for sure, but pretty.

So do any of you young folk want to recommend to me some groups/singers you think I might like? Get me out of the 80s?

Oh, and in the 'I'm a total spazmo' category, Charlie and I are walking down the dark alley towards our car - Husband was still in the CD store, and I hear a noise. I turn to see what it was, thinking it was Husband, and there is nothing there. Before I can process this, however, I trip over this long cement step and fall flat on my face, scraping my thigh and ankle in the process. Most people who trip in dark alleys after hearing a mysterious noise tend to get brutally murdered by whatever serial killer/Zombie Clown/Vampire happens to be lurking there but fortunately I got away with a couple of bruises. My 'doggie bag' of chicken, however, didn't make it.

Music to stare moodily out the window to

I got a Jeff Buckley CD. I liked his version of Hallelujah (not as much as Leonard Cohen's but still) and thought I might like some of his other stuff, so after dinner (three guesses where we ate and the first two don't count) we went next door to "Abbie Road" where this lovely aging rocker guy sells CDs and I got "Grace". So points to me for getting something actually made after 1989. Sad that he is dead though.

It is a nice album. (Album? CD? I still call them 'records' in my head. I can't help it.) Mellow, that's for sure, but pretty.

So do any of you young folk want to recommend to me some groups/singers you think I might like? Get me out of the 80s?

Oh, and in the 'I'm a total spazmo' category, Charlie and I are walking down the dark alley towards our car - Husband was still in the CD store, and I hear a noise. I turn to see what it was, thinking it was Husband, and there is nothing there. Before I can process this, however, I trip over this long cement step and fall flat on my face, scraping my thigh and ankle in the process. Most people who trip in dark alleys after hearing a mysterious noise tend to get brutally murdered by whatever serial killer/Zombie Clown/Vampire happens to be lurking there but fortunately I got away with a couple of bruises. My 'doggie bag' of chicken, however, didn't make it.