Come on and Get Your Overdose

Got too mad reading this article to finish it. I very strongly oppose fertility treatment, for a few reasons. Not gonna start unless a discussion happens in comments, though.

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/10/11/health/11fertility.html?pagewanted=1&_r=1

I think whoever decided to hire him was an idiot. As a very smart lady with a private journal pointed out, even if you believe he paid his debt to society, he still has a record of illegal sports betting. Doesn't that usually END careers?

Also, I don't think his debt can ever be paid. There is no forgiveness for what he did. I sincerely hope that between protesters and boycotts, Michael Vick turns out to be such a profit loss that the Eagles fire him and he can't get work anywhere else in professional sports. Dog-murdering mosters don't deserve to have their dream jobs.

Getting frustrated with the job hunt. Things are status quo...I have that interview lined up on Wednesday, which is my best hope, as it's a call-back and they seem like my kind of people. The temp lady at MedCo seems to be working for me, but I'm beginning to believe that HR people are horrendously lazy. After my experience working HR, I think it's an absolute sin to be so. Looks like I'll be picking up a work-from-home doing commission-only embroidery sales. Meh. I'm not expecting much, but I'll give it a shot. I'm a lil rusty at working the contacts, but who knows?

Going to an egg donation seminar in Somerset tonight, after which I get to visit with Jason. Yay!

Lizzy's (yay she's back from AZ!) boss should be calling me today. I don't want to work long-term with kids, but in the short term, why not? It's money.

My poor kitty. My roommate brought me ear mite meds for him, in case that's what his itchies were. I was hoping so, because then he'd be done. But no, not mites. So something else is making him scratch incessantly. I guess it's up to the vet next Monday.

Disclaimer: I do not celebrate St. Patrick's Day. For me, it's That Day in March When My Family Gets Together. St. Patty's is beyond just me not being Christian. The "snakes" that Patricius (who wasn't Irish) drove out of Ireland were pagan practitioners, and guess how he did it. That's right, genocide! Woo! Awesome! Sorry, it's a farce and an insult to Irish culture to celebrate it. I don't berate my family for it, or anyone else person-to-person, but don't wish me a Happy St. Patty's, or you'll get an earful.

Today I was asked the most bullshit question I've ever been asked in an interview. Position interviewed for: receptionist. Question: What's your ideal job?

My ideal job?

Why do you care what my ideal job is?

You don't. It's a bullshit question. You were looking for something like:

I want to work with a team of dedicated professionals to develop my talents and make a lasting contribution.

What the fuck does that even mean? It's a bullshit answer.

You want to know what my ideal job is? I don't have one. I would like to pay the bills, pay off my debts, and still be able to eat and feed my cat. I really don't care how, as long as I don't have to hurt myself to do it.

Ideal job. Why don't you save that one for the interviews with people who actually know anything about your business? Receptionists are not idealists; they are pragmatists. My ideal job is one I can do that will pay me what I need.

Bet they offer me the job. I hope I have something better by then.