The World According to Jen

Monday, February 27, 2006

A Quick Giggle



Since the weather is crummy and I'm in one of those mad at people sort of moods, I decided to attach this link because it's funny.

I think Farfrompoopen Road should have won.

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Cheerios



Thank you, General Mills, for creating Cheerios. If we put some on Bug's tray, she will be so entertained that we will get a chance to eat dinner. She even manages to eat the ones she doesn't put in her hair. From across the room, it looked like she was sporting an earring.

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Monsters Inc.

Your Monster Profile
Merciless Ogre
You Feast On: Jack and Coke
You Lurk Around In: Closets
You Especially Like to Torment: Boys Who Wear Make-up

Monday, February 13, 2006

Going to the Dogs

The Westminster Kennel Club dog show is on tv tonight! I love the dog show. However, I will not be watching it because, as much as I love it, it will be trumped by ice skating both Olympic and with celebrity. The good news is that USA Network will be showing it again tomorrow morning, so I can Tivo it.

In the meantime, here's a quiz to try. I was a Siberian Husky.

Sunday, February 12, 2006

Nothing to Report

There just isn't much going on here. I had sort of an informal interview for a job because my headhunter called in a favor. Since my resume has some holes for the last three years, most firms will just sort of ignore me, thinking I'm a big flake or too lame to hold down a real job. So she called her buddy to meet me and, if he didn't think I was a huge dolt, pitch me to the muckety mucks who are actually doing the hiring. I guess it went ok. It was a fairly short meeting, but things are moving along and now I have to submit some writing samples and references and an explanation of my strange work history (left job when dad was dying and mom was sick, took a temp gig that I held until they closed the SF site, took a brief job in Santa Rosa until they chose someone else, then took another temp gig until it was time to have Bug). Since I don't have any more parents, the firm can rest assured that I won't be leaving a job for that reason.

Did I mention that I adore my new headhunter? She's an incredibly cool chick. Hopefully, she will be able to find my sorry ass (and the rest of me) a job I don't hate.

Oh and in honor of Uncle Jeff, I will now share a true story of poetic justice. We (G, Bug, Uncle Jeff, and I) were driving to a friend's house in the city for dinner. As we were heading up the hill toward the Golden Gate Bridge, this crazy person started speeding and weaving and generally playing Pole Position (yay, Atari 2600). After that person cut us off, we all pretty much agreed that there's never a cop around when you need one. Well, son of a gun, we heard a siren. We got a bit nervous because, like everyone else on the road, we were not going under the speed limit. But the cop wasn't interested in us. Instead, he pulled over Mr. Pole Position. Sometimes the little things can restore order to my universe.