Yeah, so, Todd and I have a two year anniversary coming up soon.
I love Todd. He's my life. Yeah, it hasn't always been roses, but I love the down moments along with the ups because I always know we'll be okay. Demons, hidden traumas, disagreements, love, laughter, fun, laughter, respect, honesty, laughter... I'm loving it all.
So, I'm getting him something special for the anniversary.
I'm buying him a sword. A fully-functional replica of a 14th century long sword. Don't worry, he kind of knows, but he doesn't really read the blog much that I know, so I can spill the beans here. Besides, he doesn't know WHICH sword.
Yeah, you know it's love when you can buy your significant other a weapon.
It's a beautiful weapon and he deserves it. He's been with me through it all, and he's helping me with the certs and has been there to encourage and support and understands me, truly. He deserves to be able to chop people's heads off if he chooses.
I'll show it to ya'll later. I don't want him to get th e urge to come here and find out which sword he's getting.
Don't all you boys wish your girlfriends would buy you sharp, pointy objects?
On the Level of Stupidity front:
Just found out that the co-worker who believes there's some conspiracy against her in I.T. who has been working in the company on a computer for eleven years doesn't know how to cut and paste.
I'm telling you, folks, these people scare me.
August 2006 Archives
Still pretty bummed, but I'm feeling better. I'm realizing a lot of things about the interview and the requirements that seemed a little off from what the job required. I'm thinking they didn't really approach it right but that I also should have approached it from a different direction. I'm going to have to remember that if I ever get a tech writing interview again.
I didn't get the job.
Two weeks of work for that fucking interview, and for what?
I hope they hired an illiterate who paid someone to write those research papers.
I've been crying for nine hours. It was the only chance I ever got to get the job I've wanted for so long. My disappointment can't be measured. I don't expect to be happy for a while. Sorry.
