Thursday, March 24, 2011

Is It Just Me Or Does It Smell Like Bad Attitude In Here?

Editor's Note:  What follows is a rant of sorts, and I lacked the motivation to include much humor or goofy comics.  For that, please skip this post and go back to this post,  To hear why I've been pulling all my hair out of my head and a moment of sentimentality, read on.  Thanks!

Hello, guests!  I had a post all written up about my upcoming weekend activities, filled with unending humor and wit (as usual... ahem.) but my computer is evil and hates me, particularly the touchpad portion.  Or maybe I'm just a huge idiot, because somehow I managed to accidentally delete the whole thing!  Due to my foul mood that will be described in upcoming paragraphs, I lack the drive to rewrite that masterpiece at the present time, so I may just have to post it after the weekend activities have commenced.  That will be better anyway, since surely my adventures (which will surely involve copious amounts of alcy-hol) warrant a post all in themselves.

Despite the mixed reviews on my Twitter post, I've decided to give this whole Twitter thing a try!  GASP!!  I'm in the process of getting one of those little feed things on the side of my blog like you cool bloggers have so you can keep up on all my latest drivel super-intelligent thoughts, and I haven't yet ventured out into the Twitter-sphere to follow people yet, because I'm lazy and unmotivated.  I can tell already that this is a wonderful idea!  As of now I've been unsuccessful in navigating the Twitter page to the buttons, because, as mentioned above, I may, in fact, be an idiot.  But if you see a Bianca.Bsides stalking you on Twitter, don't be surprised.

Okay, so now on to my foul mood, which I will describe in as short a sentence as possible:  I am SO TIRED of waiting on other people to decide my fate.

Here have been my activities over the past few months:

August - November, 2010: Work tirelessly on graduate school application.  Contemplate suicide.

December, 2010: Submit graduate school application.  Alcohol poisoning.


March 24, 2011:  Still waiting to hear back from graduate school. 

Still waiting to hear back about job interview.

Still waiting for winter to end.

WAITING, WAITING, WAITING.

People always say that you have to create your own opportunities, blah blah blah.  That is bull shit.  I have been unemployed for over a year, and I'm sick to death of applying for jobs and hearing nothing in return.  Is there no such thing as respect for other people anymore?  Do I not deserve at least an acknowledgement that I pimped myself out to this company time and time again for a job there, AND TO NO AVAIL?!?  

And don't even get me started on this graduate school business.  Graduate schools have a very firm deadline by which you had to have sold your soul, and I met it.  I spent hundreds of dollars and endless hours working on their shiz, presumably for nothing.  I was told they make decisions by the end of February.  Do they not have a working calendar like everyone else?  If I have to meet a deadline, shouldn't they?  

Editor's Note:  Moment of sentimentality coming soon!

I don't know if you all know how infuriating it is to have to put your life on hold while others decide your fate, but it's a real lesson in anger and stress management.  I can make all the phone calls I want, but it gets me no closer to finding out what others are thinking or doing, and it certainly does nothing to alleviate the anxiety of not knowing my next move.  Evidently "creating your own opportunities" is contingent on some corporate/academic asshole actually deciding to do their job for once, which is something I have no control over.  

So what do I do instead?  Join Twitter.  Drink wine with blueberries in it (yum!!!).  Watch teenage dramas from the 90's (ahem.) And, of course, blog about the little things that provide some much needed amusement and relief in my barren wasteland of a life right now.  

And with those things in mind, I feel the need to extend a huge THANK YOU to all of my dear readers out there in the interwebs.  Without your blogs, your humor, and your kind words post after post, I'm sure I would be in a straight jacket by now.  

So here's a little present:

To you!

Reading your comments and posts throughout the week is the highlight of my day on many occasions, and I want you all to know that I deeply appreciate you!  

Enough with the vulnerability.  AHEM.

To end this post, I thought you'd all like to see the death spike of an icicle that fell from our roof into our backyard:

Death by icicle?
The true magnitude of this thing's size was not adequately captured by my Verizon Piece O' Shit phone, and I was in my pajamas so I couldn't really venture too far from the house, but suffice to say it reminded me of that scene from The Omen when the priest gets impaled:


Okay, okay.  So maybe it wasn't that bad.  But I may or may not have thought about impaling myself on the death spike as a result of the aforementioned stress.  

Hahahaha!  Just kidding, of course.

Ahem.

Peace out, everyone!!  

~Bi~


8 comments:

Coyote Rose said...

Let me just say from someone who has gone through the grad school application shit twice, they take forever!

Its just that the college has to accept you and the department has to accept you. So while one of those may have made the decision the other one hasn't or whatever and then the letters get sent out. So you should hear back by the beginning of April at the latest.

theTsaritsa said...

Yowch! Glad you didn't get impaled by the deathsicle. I've been unemployed for almost a year now and it totally sucks. I still apply for jobs, but interviews and returned emails are few and far between. I hope it gets better. :)

Johnny Madrid aka Tim E. said...

Looks like we are brothers in arm. As you know, I've been through shit my self and unemployment is one of them (will write a post about that in the future). Still can't find a job. I'm also tired of hearing that positivo crap "You define your own destiny,-bla bla bla!! No, some dude in a suit decides it. And I'm tired of it. Still, it's good to see you get some love from the blogosphere. We are here for you "BIG HUG"...Okay enough with the "Full House" moment. Know this, though...it was still a very funny post. Drink 'em if you got 'em! I know i will
:-)

Melbourne on my mind said...

Oh, God. I'm right there with you. My contract at work is up in July, and jobs in the museum sector are few and far between. I've looked into doing my PhD and been told that I can start whenever. Provided I don't want a scholarship. If I want a scholarship, I'm a) basically screwed because it's so competitive, and b) going to have to wait until February 2012 to start studying if I do, by some miracle, get the measily $20,000 a year.

Either way, I'm about to turn 28 and I'm staring down the barrel of moving back in with my parents :S

Maybe you should take that giant icicle and get all stabby on the grad school people? If nothing else, it would make you feel better. Course, it probably wouldn't do much to help your application...................

Meri said...

That is really quite the ice shank! Yowza!
I can't believe you haven't heard back from school, I would lose my mind. I really hope you get some INFO SOON! Maybe I"ll join twitter too, just so I can follow you :)
Miss ya dearie!
M

Sara said...

It sucks that you're stuck waiting on everyone, but at least you have time to blog and be friends with me and twitter? I never would have met you if someone had given you a job! Obviously this is fate that we should be sisters.

Also, that death spike is INTENSE, yo.

The General said...

I can't believe you are still waiting on the grad school decision! Argh! Hope the job comes back to you soon as well.

And also, I can't stop thinking about Icee's after reading the creepy theatre guy post. I haven't had an icee in six years, mmmmmmm iceeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

that is all.

Stephanie said...

Thank you for the wine. It was delicious. :)