I'm run down per my clock change tradition, I can sleep in tomorrow must not get legit sick.

Frigging bats.

I guess the fireworks made one crazy inside its head and it decided to come inside and visit. Thankfully it wasn't swooping around. I heard a thunk and clatter clatter and knew that saint nick wasn't popping by for a cold one so I get up to see what kind of fucking critter has invaded.

I head down the hallway towards the sound, clunk, clatter clatter and don't see anything... except that's not a sock, WTF is that?

Frigging bat ran aground; "help me I've fallen and I can't get up!"

I go to the kitchen and get a big glass and my student loan bill and scoop it up, spider style, and toss it outside into the air with a little English on it, hoping the toss might jump start it. Otherwise one of the neighborhood's 10,000 cats will find it.

And as I toss the frigging thing I somehow manage to pull a muscle in my forearm.

Frigging bats.

not cool

does that mean you'll be batting left handed for a while?

I hope for your sake you're a switch hitter.

No good deed goes unpunished

Serves you right for throwing away perfectly good food. :p:

Oh the humanity...

I'm a utility player.

My thoughts, exactly, at the moment.

In fairness, I was feeding the local cat and skunk population. I need to stay on their good sides.

Always stay on the skunk's good end--er, side.

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Don't you hate it when you know what the outcome of a certain situation will be, but you have to let the other person realize that for themselves, because teenagers are dicks who won't listen to anyone? So you have to dutifully support them in their stupid dreams about getting hired somewhere they are in no way qualified for, until finally they've run out the clock and accept their food-service fate?

Yeah, me too.

It's called life which is another word for discovery. The best you can do is intercede when they say hold my beer and watch this.

But it's not fair, because all youth are told that the secret to life is just forging ahead with your dream; never give up on your dream;

...without the additional understanding all adults have, but fail to communicate, that this is a feel-good sentiment, not advice on how to live out a life;

...and when their dreams fail to come about, as they have for 99.99% of us, we will be there, with additional feel-good sentiments to ease the pain;

...and a lot of them will be about how important it was that you tried your dream.

Sorry, "dream" was ambiguous. This isn't like a hopes-and-dreams thing, more of an asleep thing. Her dream is basically "I'm too good to work food service. I'm pretty sure something else will be handed to me with zero effort." But with every passing day, another sliver of ego falls by the wayside. We're down to grocery stores now, which she initially poo-pooed, and still they aren't calling her back. We'll be at food service in another two weeks, I imagine.

Typically no one is ever going to call... they wait for the person to call them again.
Its the first sign of "I actually want a job"

Third interview blown today, this time at a Target. We might be getting closer.