Domestic Geek

I am so sick of winter already. I hate being cold, I hate dry dusty air, I hate chilling winds. Most of all I hate short days. The sad thing is that this winter hasn't been all that bad. Maybe that's one of the problems--no moisture equals murder on my sinuses. This kind of weather is worse on my allergies than anything. It's really cold and dry and the furnace being on all the time makes it worse. ICK! (grumble, grumble)

To make matters worse, I just searched the job boards at Monster and Hotjobs and there is zilch. I need to get dressed and find Sunday's paper outside. I'm not feeling too encouraged about what I might find in there, either, but I've got to go look. I went to CollegeAmerica on Friday to look at the job board and the only thing on there was an ad for a research project for people who hadn't yet graduated. Lame.

Marcus and I have been having a MAJOR disagreement the last few days. It just seems like everything is going wrong all at once.

Well, I have to figure out how to pay some bills with my miniscule paycheck I just got. I think I need to sell some stuff on eBay. Oh, boy.

I don't think I've ever mentioned this, but, I LOVE MY GEORGE FOREMAN GRILL!!! Even my dad cooks on a small one that we got him for Christmas a year ago.

1. What do you have your browser start page set to?
iWon.com: I get five points everytime I open the browser to improve my chances of becoming a millionaire. Hey, a girl can dream, can't she?

2. What are your favorite news sites?
I don't go to news sites. I get enough news on the radio during the day.

3. Favorite search engine?
What else? Google

4. When did you first get online?
January, 1999. Has it only been three years? Marcus got himself a Biondi Blue iMac for his birthday and we've been online ever since.

5. How do you plan to spend your weekend?
Looking for a new job is going to be tops on the list of to-dos this weekend. I'm going to scavenge parts of three old computers Marcus brought home to build a Linux box so I learn to be a Unix administrator. I'm also going to work on this snowman kit I bought half-off at an after-Christmas sale.

If the weather would warm up, I'd clean out my car. The weatherpeople aren't giving me much hope of that, though.

From my friend Rev:

Current mood: frustrated
The owner informed me today that he doesn't have enough money for payroll, so I'd better step up my job search because he won't be able to pay me much longer. Nice way to start a day, huh? He told the head manager (who was there at the time to do the food order) that he wouldn't be getting his entire bonus, either. Let me tell you, the morale is high. To top things off, the dough hook on one of the mixers is jacked and has been jacked for months. The owner has known and refused to do anything about it. Well, the thing wouldn't come off and I was fighting with it. It suddenly gave way and I slammed my face into the mixer. Now my cheek is red and puffy and I'll see if I have a bruise in the morning. I am so pissed off. These things may temporarily solve his money crunch, but he's still not getting to the root of the problem: crappy managers, poor labor management, poor product, poor customer service, etc. The jerk needs to get his ass in the store and work and find out why he's losing sales. Of course, I laid out all the reasons his sales were plummeting LAST FEBRUARY, so I guess he's not too concerned about fixing the problems. The ship is sinking, the rats have deserted and I need to find a lifeboat.

Still no ICQ. Marcus waited on the phone for half an hour for tech support from Earthlink because we couldn't connect to the mail servers, either. He gave up. I was able to check my mail today, but it's still anybody's guess who is at fault for the ICQ problems. Dang, I like ICQ better than AIM and I dont' have AIM configured on this computer. I swear, it would be so nice if everything worked the way it should when it should. I know, I'm dreaming.

Well, I'm going to go work on my wolf rug for about a half hour and then I'm going to bed. Anger really takes a lot out of you.