| THis bodes ill... |
[Dec. 8th, 2009|08:01 pm] |
Bar Admissions Lady says that she's never heard of anyone contesting an Ethics score in her almost 30 years.
Well, it pleases me to be the first. |
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| Just quit Sonic. |
[Dec. 8th, 2009|07:25 pm] |
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Also went Leave Of Absence with the roller derby league. Can't justify fun extracurricular timesinks given the Ethics Bar situation. |
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| Taking care of business |
[Dec. 7th, 2009|07:43 pm] |
Loan paperwork submitted against my retirement funds at 2 percent interest. Enough to cover the car repairs and Mom's fridge.
Dispute/Appeal/Regrade request put into the snailmail to the Ethics Bar people.
I guess that's all I can do. I'm going to bed and hope tomorrow is better. |
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| head spinning around into a dimension of pissed off... |
[Dec. 7th, 2009|06:50 pm] |
...i am in the goddamn TWILIGHT ZONE!!!
I am too pissed off to adequately recap my past few days. Please accept this cliffnotes version.
Past couple of weeks: *depressed*
Several days ago: *Heather and I decide to get back together "for reals this time"* AWESOME.
This past Friday: I drive out to Georgia to see her. My car's transmission dies. Suck.
Weekend: Good time is had while waiting for shop to open on Monday morning. This is pretty okay.
Monday (today):Find out what it's going to cost to fix my car, $1500. Ouch, but doable. Got a good deal on a one way car rental so I could get home. Excellent. Heard back from my mortgage guy. I'm pre-APPROVED (not just pre-qualified) for up to $180k worth of house, which equates to far more in monthly payments than I could possible afford, but at least I know it's there. Got home safely. Excellent. Mom had cooked tuna casserole, my favorite. Oh, and my Ethics Bar score email is waiting on me. Nice. *click*
73. (75 is passing for Mississippi and is just about the lowest score of any State in the Union requires)
Are. You. Fucking. KIDDING ME?!??!
That's what I scored LAST year when I didn't study at all! THis year I studied TONS! THERE IS NO FUCKING WAY that's correct! If it didn't have THIS year's testing date on it I would have assumed the computer made a type of error that I would think was IMPOSSIBLE for it to make!
There has GOT to be some kind of mistake... no way did I score 73 THIS time around. I was expecting a score in the 80s/90s/100s. For real. This can't be right. Are you trying to tell me I failed a test in ONE SUBJECT that I studied intensely for, and not only failed it but failed it by the SAME AMOUNT as LAST year?!??!
RRAAARRRRGGGGHHH!!!!! *seethefoamtwitch*
And I was in SUCH a good mood, all things considered!
FUCK!
/initiates formal regrade/appeal/dispute process*
//and by "formal" I mean "with a lot less swearing."
///and by "a lot less" I mean "none" |
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| Money Gun: THOOM! |
[Dec. 7th, 2009|08:39 am] |
$1559. Not as bad as I feared. Of corse I don't have it (all) but I will. I spent 600 on the used tranny. Enterprise is picking me up and they say they will do me a one way rental for a bit over 100 bucks. Posted via LiveJournal.app. |
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| Stranded |
[Dec. 5th, 2009|11:31 pm] |
Sea Mist's auto transmission is malfunctioning badly and has stranded me in Georgia. I am safe tho. Details later. Have also been fighting deep dark depression. Posted via LiveJournal.app. |
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| Not going to look at the house today. |
[Nov. 29th, 2009|12:27 pm] |
I just had a birthday... so my license is expired.
The car tag on SeaMist just expired.
The latter is Cop Bait... they can tell I'm breaking the law just by LOOKING, and that would get me busted for my license.
Add to that that this is a big travel holiday and the cops are out in full force. Discretion being the better part of valor, I called the people and canceled, and explained why.
They had just gone through a checkpoint on their own road.
Looks like I made the right choice. |
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| Long long day. |
[Nov. 28th, 2009|11:15 pm] |
I got up early and got an oil change for SeaMist, and filled out paperwork to get one of my student loans put on autodraft from my bank account now that I've built some some cushion. I paid my cellphone bill and my credit card bill.
Mom's new boyfriend drove in from Louisiana to meet her in person for the first time. I met him, shook his hand and smiled while my eyes told him that they would never find any of his pieces if he hurts Mom. I excused myself for more "errand doing" and made sure to snap a picture of his car and license plate on my way out.
Then I went to Clinton, a small town just west of Jackson about 15 minutes. It's where Mississippi College is, a private Baptist college that is my law school's parent university. Well, "foster parent" more like it, "Jackson School of Law" was purchased by/merged with MC later in its existence. Maverick's apartment is in Clinton, and she asked me to hook up her new big-ass television. While I was waiting for her, I puttered about downtown Clinton (which consists of a few blocks). I found a antique shop/junk store called "When Pigs Fly."
"When Pigs Fly" turned out to be a labor of love of a retired Jackson narcotics policeman and his wife. It was a homey place filled with the kinds of things one would expect. I pulled up a bar stool, Mr Gatewood gave me a free IBC root beer, and we watched part of the Egg Bowl (the football game between my undergraduate alma mater Ole Miss and Mississippi State University (where I went when I thought I was going to be an electrical engineer when I grew up)). We talked about various things as the game progressed, they told me about some homes for sale in their neighborhood in a part of Jackson I would like to live in, and which might be in my price range. The only other customer joined in our conversation, and it turns out he works for a mortgage lender (not a broker but an actual lender), and we talked about my income, student loans, and whether he could help me get prequalified.
I have a way of running into the people I need to meet when I need them. Weird.
Mom would prolly chalk it up to God or whatever.
Anyway, cards and phone numbers were exchanged, and I left to meet Maverick at her place. Mr. Gatewood gave me an old glass medicine bottle as a present for Maverick and he refused to let me pay for it. Crazy business model he has. :) Maverick showed up five minutes later as I waited in my car and guided me to her place, where I did battle with a Samsung forty inch LCD television, a magnavox blueray player, a Scientific Atlanta cablebox, and an RCA home theatre audio reciever, plus a rats nest of wires and half a dozen remotes. I got it all working though.
Maverick took me out to Applebees and I had a steak. Mmmm. Steak.
Then I went home and got ready to go work at Sonic. While i was getting ready, Mom and her date showed back up after being out all day. I told the guy that it was nice to meet him again, by which I meant that I was pleased to see he had not signed his own damn death warrant.
Sonic was sort of slow. I finally fell down, but I saved my order from spilling. Mad roller derby skillz to the rescue. I made 15 dollars in tips off sales of $190, which is down. So, Sonic Experiment Week Five ends with me making $48.55 in tips. Hooray.
When I came home after ten, dude had apparently just left, back to a hotel room (you damn RIGHT a hotel room!) Mom said she had a very nice time with him. Mmmhmm.
My own mother is getting more action than me. I have GOT to get out of here and into a place of my own.
Speaking of which, I'm going to check out the place in the country tomorrow. The price is right, but DAMN that's a long drive to do every day. Don't worry, I'll take my camera, and shoot some video, because I know y'all are just SO interested. |
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| Bleagh I say. |
[Nov. 27th, 2009|09:56 pm] |
Mom's refrigerator has stopped working.
The freezer freezes, but the fridge part isn't getting cooled properly. Sears said that they could send someone out on Tuesday. I told them that MY mother wasn't going to have to wait until Tuesday just to get somebody to come out and LOOK at the fridge. I pulled out the phone book and started calling appliance repair places. The second one I called told me they could have somebody out this afternoon.
He arrived, and it turns out that the circuit board that controls the fan that moves cold air out of the freezer and into the fridge is fried... and Mom's Kenmore fridge is really a Whirlpool, and there's not a circuit board like what I need located in the entire state. It'll be Tuesday before it gets here.
But just imagine how pissed off I would have been if I had had to wait till Tuesday for the Sears Guy to tell me that I would have to wait until the following Monday for the part to arrive. I would have had to have buried him in the back yard. So it worked out better this way.
All up it's going to cost me 400 for the parts and labor, but it's still cheaper than buying Mom a new fridge. In the meantime, there's enough coolth to keep the fridge side at 50something degrees, which is enough to keep most of the stuff in there, and the freezer side still works fine.
Sunday I'm going to look at the house out in the country. On the one hand, it would be a PLACE OF MY OWN!!!!11!eleventy. ON the other hand, it's a 40 minute drive EVERY DAY. |
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| Ah, that was nice. |
[Nov. 26th, 2009|02:39 am] |
I needed a challenge.
I have an old Dell Inspiron 6000 lappie that I gave to Mom, but I replaced it with a netbook. I decided to put Ubuntu linux on it and see what it was like.
Of course, the wireless didn't want to work. But I found the problem and fixed it. So now I've another functional lappie. The old operating system was buggy as hell, which is why I got mom the XP based netbook.
Tuesday was my birthday. I'm 37 now.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone.
(posting from the Ubuntu lappie) |
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| Caught some movies. |
[Nov. 22nd, 2009|07:43 pm] |
I'm depressed as all hell.
I decided to treat myself to a double feature (Law Abiding Citizen which is about what happens when you piss off the wrong clever white guy) and Planet 51 (Dreamworks latest... should have had Ben Browder voicing the stranded astronaut rather thane Duane The Rock Johnson. In between I went to Baskin Robbins and had a couple of scoops of ice cream.
I had called about a piece of property a couple of weeks ago... I just heard from them. The price is right (16k for an acre with a 3/1 house, tin roof). It's located 36 miles from where I work. When we were kids, we had sixty acres out in the country, and dad drove... well, I can't tell where our old home place was... my memories are 30 years old and those of a non-driving child, and things have apparently changed so much that I can't find our old property on Google Maps. But if I'm right about the area, it was about 15 miles out of Greenwood, MS. So call it twice as far out. But it's in a safe, country neighborhood. I think. I'll have to scout it out.
I don't know what to do right now. Everything is sort of spinning around right now... things I want to happen aren't happening... but neither are things I don't want to happen. NOTHING is happening. So I'm sort of marking time, concentrating on making and saving money while I figure out what the hell is going on and what I'm going to do next. |
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| I live. |
[Nov. 21st, 2009|10:00 pm] |
For certain values of "living" I guess.
Monday and Tuesday I called in sick at work to give myself time to get over the Creeping Crawling Crud.
Felt like crap Wed and Thur, but went in anyway.
Dragassed in on Friday about noon.
I worked some overtime today. Overtime at my base rate is rather lucrative, so I always sign up for as much of it as they'll allow. Today I probably made about 200 bucks added to my check.
Today ends Sonic Experiment Week Four. I got another paycheck, this one for 60 bucks or so. This week I made $40.26 in tips. All my tips and Sonic paychecks are going into an envelope until I get around to putting them in the bank.
Mr. Costanza (lawschool classmate) and his little wife came to the Sonic where I was working. I had just carhopped the station next to theirs when I heard someone call my name. They got a big kick out of seeing me zipping about on my skates, and I did a little shuffleskate for his little wife. Mr. Costanza is still clerking for the Mississippi Supreme Court, and I caught them up on what I was doing. It was good to see old friends. |
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| Called in sick |
[Nov. 16th, 2009|07:12 am] |
Mav came over this morning and gave me a steroid injection and an antibiotic injection. She says I need to take two days off due to being a menace to society. Fucking Sonic... I bet I got this from dealing with all those people and their nasty money. Posted via LiveJournal.app. |
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| Funny bits from tonight's show... |
[Nov. 15th, 2009|11:16 pm] |
The MC of the troupe, Donny Vomit, pointed out that Go Go Amy was a vegetarian. "Any vegetarians in the house?"
*dead silence*
"Well, so much for my vegetarian jokes."
Yeah, gotta love the Deep South. :) Even it the HIPPEST of crowds, we're still pretty much carnivores.
Another funny bit was when Heather Holliday did her sword swallowing act and there was something... dripping... from the end of the sword when she pulled it out. Ewww! |
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| Bad day |
[Nov. 15th, 2009|11:01 pm] |
Been sick all day.
Creeped out of the house wearing my turquoise blazer and tie, our league colors. Went to help with the burlesque show that we were hosting as a fundraiser, but there was not much for me to do. Had some food at the restaurant, but it was overpriced and not very good, but at least it went towards. The house appeared to be close enough to packed. I hope we actually made some money.
It was fun watching pretty ladies taking off their costumes, doing little vaudeville acts and such. But it just made me feel sad and lonely and depressed, and I wasn't feeling good anyway, so I bailed out of there before the intermission even, because I didn't want to be a wet blanket. If the general public was going to see a Roller Vixen, they needed to see a bright and happy Roller Vixen, not a sad and ill one. |
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| Good day. |
[Nov. 14th, 2009|10:21 pm] |
Today ends Sonic Experiment Week Three. Last night I made $13.82 in tips on $158.17 in cash sales, and tonight I made a whopping $28.16 on cash sales of $196.64. That's 14.3 percent, which is respectable for a REAL restaurant, let alone a drive-in burger joint such as Sonic. Normally I run about 9 percent or so.
Still, even as good a night as I had working four hours at Sonic, I make about that much in one hour at my day job.
But this is money which is absolutely not earmarked for ANYTHING. I can do whatever absolutely crazy thing I want to with my ill-gotten gains. So far I'm just putting it into an envelope (and ziplock baggies full of sorted coinage) until I get around to putting it into a bank... I might use a seperate account from my regular checking account, so I don't commingle my Respectable Money with my Mad Money
I also took Mom to go see the disaster movie "2012". Ah, disaster porn. :) I loves me some disaster movies. I really liked the crazed conspiracy theorist dude who lived in his RV. :)
I tried to get an oil change today, but the line was too long. Yes, I can change my own oil, but I really REALLY don't feel like it. Although, if I did it myself, I suppose I could transfer 20 bucks into my Mad Money account... Did you know that in the heyday of American Automobiling, people would build their houses with service pits in their garage? Now, you can buy a cheap Chinese hydraulic lift that will fit in your garage for just a couple of grand.
In less good news, I am feeling depressed as all hell. My birthday is coming up. My love life is DOA. I also feel like I might be coming down with something... the last time I felt like this was when I had Mono in college, over ten years ago (scratchy throat, sore all over, weak (but not so weak I can't skate!), and soaking my sheets with sweat during the night).
Tomorrow is my roller derby league's fundraiser. We have invited a burlesque troupe called Pretty Things Peepshow to perform at a local restaurant called The Auditorium (built out of a converted school auditorium appropriately enough). Tomorrow night at 8PM, tickets 15 dollars at the door, bring underwear as a donation for homeless shelters or some such, but my league is getting a portion of the door fee as a fundraiser for the league.
Ok. I go bed now. |
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