Ladies and gentlemen, enter career path #3

So life has been a little hectic lately, and I could write loads and loads about all the craziness pertaining to my work situation, but I’ll spare you some of the details to avoid sounding petty.

Basically, the company I worked for as a software tester decided to randomly cancel all of the workers’ contracts and give us the option to re-apply and interview. Really long story really short, they chose not to bring me back for who knows what reasons.  Me and one other girl had our contracts permanently canceled. Everyone else was rehired.

So, for the second time in less than 12 months, I was jobless. Until today.

Truth be told, I was already looking around for other work. I had probably a dozen resumes out in the jobosphere, which isn’t very many by today’s standards.  I was just hoping to quit my job on my own terms and have other employment lined up before taking the plunge. God apparently had other plans.

I lost my contract on Monday, had a first interview with American Equity Mortgage on Tuesday, had an interview with the VP on Wednesday and got a call offering me a job today (Thursday). And, it’s a “real” job– one that actually has the potential to be a viable career path. In 90 days –assuming all goes well– Dan and I will have medical insurance and benefits again for the first time in a year.

I have to give my best friend, Lacy, a huge shout out here, as I probably wouldn’t have gotten an interview had she not passed my info along to the HR person.

So, starting Monday at 8:30 a.m., I will begin my journey down yet another career path…as a loan processor. It’ll be my job to help people get the money they need to buy a house, a car, etc., and make sure that they filled all their paperwork out correctly. I know that sounds a little dry to a lot of people out there, but it requires the attention to detail and working on deadline that I thrive on. Also, I’ll be helping people get the money they need to accomplish what they want to accomplish.

Last time I lost my job, I felt like a loser and I was a really unpleasant person to be around. I took it personally and wallowed in my own misery. God has given me the opportunity to handle a similar situation with grace and optimism, and I’m thankful that all seems be working out for the best.

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Yowza. What a week.

The past week started off innocently enough. Work was barreling along and the weekend was fast approaching. That doesn’t happen often.

Then Wednesday rolled around.

I left work a little earlier than usual to go pick Dan up so we could finally enjoy a home-cooked dinner together. We swung by the store on our way home and bought all the ingredients we needed to make a delicious meal. When we got home, however, the front door was wide open and a certain cat by the name of Slider was missing.

All of our stuff was fine. The front door can be a little tricky to shut properly, and it will blow open if you don’t get it right.

We dropped all our groceries and took off to look for Slider. Three hours later, we came home frozen, empty-handed and exhausted. It was incredibly windy and cold, and every squeaky gate or blowing plastic bag made my heart jump into my throat with hope that it was Slider.

When we got home, I made this:

Lost Slider

Thursday morning, Dan and I woke up and hit Kinko’s at about 7 a.m. We spent the next three hours papering the neighborhood/looking for the cat. Then we went to our respective jobs.

We looked for Slider again Thursday night. No luck.

Friday afternoon, I got a call from a guy who said he spotted Slider a few blocks from our house. Dan and I were both at work, so we couldn’t do much about it. We looked for him for another hour or so on Friday night, then went home and did some Tae Bo. Yeah.  A few hours later, Dan was on the phone with his dad in the kitchen and he heard meowing. Sure enough, it was Slider, freaked out, filthy and cold. I don’t think we’ve ever been so releived.

We gave that jerk a bath, fed him and he passed out for the rest of the night. The possibility of losing him forever and not knowing what he was up to was awful. I can’t even imagine what people who are missing a child are going through.

Moral of the story: always check to make sure the door is locked and put collars on your animals.

In other news, work has calmed down for me. We got our product out the door on time and in one piece. Dan’s hours should normalize in the next week or so, so more time together is likely in our future.

Whew!

Proof of the degeneration of society

Courtesy of The AP:

‘LOS ANGELES — With her 18th chart-topper “Touch My Body,” Mariah Carey has passed Elvis Presley for the most No. 1 singles on the Billboard singles chart, and is now second only to the Beatles.’

Seriously? Have you actually heard that song? No? Well, let me help you out by sending you here.

Also, allow me to provide you with the lyrics:

I know that you’ve been waiting for it
I’m waiting too
In my imagination I’d be all up on you
I know you got that fever for me
102
And boy I know I feel the same
My temperature’s through the roof

If there’s a camera up in here
Then it’s gonna leave with me
When I do (I do)
If there’s a camera up in here
Then I’d best not catch this flick
On YouTube (YouTube)
‘Cause if you run your mouth and brag
About this secret rendezvous
I will hunt you down
‘Cause they be all up in my business
Like a Wendy interview
But this is private
Between you and I

Touch my body
Put me on the floor
Wrestle me around
Play with me some more
Touch my body
Throw me on the bed
I just wanna make you feel
Like you never did.
Touch my body
Let me wrap my thighs
All around your waist
Just a little taste
Touch my body
Know you love my curves
Come on and give me what I deserve
And touch my body.

Boy you can put me on you
Like a brand new white tee
I’ll hug your body tighter
Than my favorite jeans
I want you to caress me
Like a tropical breeze
And float away with you
In the Caribbean Sea

If there’s a camera up in here
Then it’s gonna leave with me
When I do (I do)
If there’s a camera up in here
Then I’d best not catch this flick
On YouTube (YouTube)
‘Cause if you run your mouth and brag
About this secret rendezvous
I will hunt you down
‘Cause they be all up in my business
Like a Wendy interview
But this is private
Between you and I

Touch my body
Put me on the floor
Wrestle me around
Play with me some more
Touch my body
Throw me on the bed
I just wanna make you feel
Like you never did.
Touch my body
Let me wrap my thighs
All around your waist
Just a little taste
Touch my body
Know you love my curves
Come on and give me what I deserve
And touch my body.

Imma treat you like a teddy bear
You won’t wanna go nowhere
In the lap of luxury
Laying intertwined with me
You won’t want for nothing boy
I will give you plenty of joy
Touch my body

Touch my body
Put me on the floor
Wrestle me around
Play with me some more
Touch my body
Throw me on the bed
I just wanna make you feel
Like you never did.
Touch my body
Let me wrap my thighs
All around your waist
Just a little taste
Touch my body
Know you love my curves
Come on and give me what I deserve
And touch my body.

Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah
Oh yeah oh yeah
Oh oh oh oh yeah
Touch my body…

Yeah. That’s what we’re dealing with here.  Can you really compare Mimi’s new single to those of Elvis or the Beatles? I don’t know.  But I do know that, for some reason I will never be able to understand, Mariah Carey has wriggled her spandex-clad self right up into the top 3, nestled snugly between two extremely influential, long-lasting artists/groups.

Really?