things always appear more humourous in your mind then they do in text. My recent jaunts into snaarsissism-land have proven explosive to those around me. Any attempts at humour on his blog has fallen like lead balloons.

Excuse # 345 for why posts have been sparse:
– I go to scho-hehe work every day and come home whereby i am usually not allowed to play on the computer due to several distinct reasons.
1) Mary would like to spend time with me, go figure.
2) Mary would like to spend time with the computer, go figure.
3) I’m in a generalized bad mood and don’t feel like touching it.
4) Plans have brough me elsewhere, and not within the use of the computer.

Anyways nuff excuses…. when i get my own computer i will make more posts, i promise.

When it comes down to it this is the crux of my life right now. I’ve been away from my own computer for over a month, going on two months. Work has been going well, but i can’t decompress because i can’t unplug myself. I’ve noticed a general degredation in my mood as the days go further and further away from having shipped my computer off.

It isn’t just because i have a computer, but in the end it is also because i’m clueless as to the goings-on of my computer situation. I have yet to recieve any form of compensation, but ups has officially robbed me of my damaged pc. This depresses me tremendously because at least before i could try and salvage it, now i’m dangling on a thin line that could or could not have broken. That thin line is the line supplied by ups in the hopes of compensation.

So imagine me a shadow and here is a quote

PUCK
If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber’d here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
if you pardon, we will mend:
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to ‘scape the serpent’s tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.

# WDuluoz : but when you have a name like yours I should have known you were family
# stryxdomina : i’m not family?!*
# WDuluoz : well, when you first signed up I didnt know who the hell you were
# stryxdomina : “o
# stryxdomina : owl lady
# WDuluoz : ah
# WDuluoz : no wonder the icon
# stryxdomina : light dawns
# WDuluoz : well, you know, Im slow sometimes hehe
# stryxdomina : could be the lack of sleep
# WDuluoz : david likes to call people by their login names and i have to do a little decrypting to figure out who he is talking about
# WDuluoz : well I think I got the login working hehe
# stryxdomina : what login
# WDuluoz : oh, I am setting up a system to combine both the board login and the blog login, so you the users dont have to remember two logins and remember to login into both places
# WDuluoz : basically its going to work off the boards
# stryxdomina : that would be nice
# WDuluoz : yeah there are some nice features to this blog, but I cant use them if I cant integrate the logins without it being a pain
# WDuluoz : and the integration seems to be working
# WDuluoz : so I can go to bed and rest easy hehe
# stryxdomina : again, goodnight
# WDuluoz : goodnight, was good talking to you
# stryxdomina : we must do this more
# WDuluoz : are you able to read mother’s boards?
# stryxdomina : i haven’t tried yet, i will let you know tomorrow
# WDuluoz : ok, I put you as part of the family so you should be able to, goodnight
# Arglor : hello
# Arglor : how are you?
# Arglor : alllo moto….
# WDuluoz : anyone here?
# WDuluoz : cool, I told her you would be on tonight, but I think she went to bed hehe
# WDuluoz : my god, I cant stop coughing
# stryxdomina : if you are talking to me i don’t know wtf phpbb is
# WDuluoz : david any word from ups?
# Arglor : hehe here is a good one… as soon as i voted for its the greatest… and it crashed… i wanted to change my vote… apparently changing votes don’t work 😉
# WDuluoz : hehe I ws talking to david
# Arglor : yeah they hate me….
# Arglor : its official
# WDuluoz : you cant change your vote
# WDuluoz : oh, what did they say when you asked for the harddrives back,heh
# Arglor : mary speaking: david got BANNED from EVER calling the lady at allied services again because he lost it
# WDuluoz : banned by who?
# WDuluoz : and you are too quick with those little smilies you must be a cyberchat nut
# Arglor : i called ups and ups said to contact the shipper… so of course thats {name removed to protect the bitchy innocent… bitch..}… so i called {bitch}… and in a heated discussion on 40th street between 6th and 5th avenues… i got banned from every calling {bitch} again…
# Arglor : mary speaking: i’m not a cyberchat nut………….. anymore.
# WDuluoz : but who banned you, Mary or UPS?
# Arglor : {bitch}
# Arglor : {bitch} banned me
# WDuluoz : tell {bitch} to go fuck herself
# stryxdomina : what’s she gonna do, not help more than she’s not helping
# Arglor : it began like this… she called me back to tell me that a ups representative in new orleans said that it was tough luck about the hard drive…
# Arglor : i said that was ok…
# WDuluoz : hehe michelle
# Arglor : {bitch} replied that she couldn’t concieve of why i hadn’t thought about taking my hard drives off the claim before shipping it to them.. i quietly reminded her that no one had alerted me of ups picking up my pc till they knocked on my door
# WDuluoz : “quietly”?
# Arglor : i said i had had plans to get the information off the drives but all those plans were put on hold when ups showed up to pick up the unit…. now thinking i wouldn’t be able to do anything with them i said that they could take it due to no real choice
# Arglor : the it hit me that they could deduct it from the claim amount and give me my drives since i’m “building” my computer anyways…
# Arglor : or according to them i will..
# WDuluoz : and then {bitch} said something stupid, right?
# Arglor : {bitch} said, “you had a whole month to do this”
# Arglor : no correction
# Arglor : she said “you had two months to do this” in which place i replied quiet curtly “i’ve only lived in NYC for a fucking month……. how could–” couldn’t finish
# Arglor : she quickly replied that i shouldn’t speak to her in that tone and said never call me again… then hung up
# Arglor : i got off the street… thinking she thought i was “yelling” at here when in fact i was just talking over the hub-bub (ok i might have gotten a bit miffed at her antagonizing tones that this was all my fault)
# Arglor : and i called her back…………….
# WDuluoz : in which you called back and said,”ma’am I apologize, but if you talk to me like im an idiot, I will be happy to have my lawyer continue with any discussions.”
# Arglor : when i called her back she said in a very annoyed very high voice… “YES??!”
# Arglor : i said i’m sorry for my language….. due to the stress of the recent move and events “outside” my control i seem to be in a situation where i don’t want to be…. but…
# Arglor : you keep approaching this as though I chose to be in this situation… and to be quite frank i would have been very pleased had ups taken the steps necessary for my computer to be safely delivered to my doorstep in new jersey
# Arglor : so stop acting like it is my fault you are having to do your job…. my beef is with ups.. and ups guidelines state that you are the middle man/woman.. as such i must keep contact with you…. no one else…
# Arglor : she was quiet through this whole thing.. which was nice
# Arglor : but then she came back strong
# Arglor : and she said that she would call one more person… and then get back with me…. if she didn’t get back with me it wasn’t because she was ignoring me but it was because she had no infromation to give me…
# Arglor : then
# Arglor : she stated… “and here is a little advice.. i don’t know how old you are… but if you were my son i would – –
# Arglor : i interupted and said i’m 24 and to be quite frank i’m not your son……..
# WDuluoz : oh my god, if you were my son, damn, would you like me to go “talk” to this lady?
# Arglor : she continued… “well thats the same age as my son… and i will say that you need to double check your information… i fudged a lot of paperwork to get your claim through…
# Arglor : i interupted again… this time livid
# Arglor : – – Don’t you dare tell me you did something illegal or immoral for my benefit…. i asked you to do you job and recognize the failure of the united parcel systems with the destruction of my comptuer…
# Arglor : i am not in debt for you following protocol and getting insurence to pay for your shipping companies failure…
# Arglor : she replied… i did not lie… nor did i do anything illegal…. – – – there was silence… and i replied… “if your unable to get my hard drives from pheonix arizona shipped up here then i will accept the failure and learn never to do this again….
# Arglor : she said that she would get in contact with me… and not the other way around… so we mutually hung up… this was two days ago
# Arglor : thursday
# WDuluoz : hey amanda is going to ask bobby how much he would charge to contact her as your representative
# Arglor : oh yeah the new orleans lady said that as soon as the shipment was recieved by pheonix they “cut the check and sent it to me… so
# WDuluoz : ill tell you and you can decide, he might do it for free, maybe
# Arglor : its not a big deal… i’ll hire him in two weeks and we can straighten this out then
# Arglor : if they don’t get me the insurence money that is
# Arglor : excuse the mispellings..
# stryxdomina : i’m impressed, i have never been good at standing up for myself, especially with businesses that act like something is my fault
# stryxdomina : maybe that’s why i was stuck in wilcox so long when my truck broke down
# Arglor : mary speaking: that story’s a lot better when you hear it in person with david yelling and throwing his hands around and throwing cursewords in for good measure. i was cheering!!!

This has to be the easiest game i’ve ever played. You see the rules are simple, you are tagged by another blogger and forced to divulge personal information. In this case, the information is related to my past. Apparently i need to divulge memories of my childhood.

1) The first childhood memory i have is one i’ve been thinking about for a while. My grandmother’s house that wduluoz now lives in, was a home of variously distinct and pleasant memories. There was the smell of cookies constantly because my grandmother used to cook them. There was the fold out metalic couch bed that always hurt my back. There were the dogs, but this is all surface stuff. The best memory i have from banker is lying on the newly cut grass staring into the sky as a swarm of black birds flew above me blacking out the sky. There were thousands and thousands of birds covering the sky. And they moved in syncronicity. Darting back and forth as they cut a path north toward their winter homes. The air was sharp and brisk. I remember the black cover lasting for five whole minutes and then like magic it was over.

2) The snow falls softly to the ground. I feel as though i’ve never seen snow before, but this is hoth and snow is our life. I can’t believe the emperials have found us. How could we have been so clumsy. I feel the grip of my gun as i wait for their invasion force. The snows covers the ground. Trees dot parts of the landscape and our base lies to my back. Out of no where the i hear the grinding metal of a walker. Pulling out my binoculars i see The walker approaching, oh no Trey is guiding it’s steps. I shiver wondering how easiest i can escape. Setting my blaster for high intensity i let several blaster shots rip through the air cutting through the outer armor of the walker. Suddenly the walker stops and trey jumps from it slipping behind a tree. All my shots miss horribly. I know i’m done for. He charges finally and i retreat to my base. He turns the corner and i let three shots out dead center, his death is my certainty. Out of no where a forcefield appears and saves his scrawny ass. I’m dumbfounded and he cuts me down with a lightsaber. …………………………………………………………………………………

“HEY i killed you”, i scream in anger.
“I had a force field that protects me, you need to do more then a little blaster to kill me.” he chides.
“I had set my blaster for high intensity… damnit… you never play fair.” Growling because i realize the odds of it ever snowing again in mississippi are slim to none, and i don’t really want to spend this snow-time arguing over the rules of the game. BUT DAMNIT THIS ISN’T FAIR!
So we play something else, we attempt to make a snowman. -> And so thats our snow story. More happened i’m sure but thats all i remember. Trey is a jackass. 😉 my blaster is obviously able to go through any forcefield…… its just necessary.

3) The time is 1989 ( date might be inaccurate), the place is Picayune Mississippi. I’ve just recieved word that there was a disturbance on the back 10. I grab my gear and mount my bike. Cutting out of the garage I burn my way out of the driveway. Hitting the highway i wonder about the cause of the disturbance. Making the loop I hit the driveway and make my way to the barn. There i see the abandoned bike betraying my prey. He always hides in the barn.

Gripping the breaks and feeling the rubber slide in rocks I drop the bike in my tracks and go into a crouch. Pulling old betsy from my back i stalk to the back edge of the barn and hear the tell tale signs of his location. 1, 2, 3, 4 pumps should be enough. He knows this is my territory. He will rue having gotten involved here. Slipping from the back wall of the red barn to the protection of the parked car, I hear the creeking of the steps as my prey readies himself for the attack. Slipping through the door of the barn and maneuvering myself very cat-like across the floor i see my prey expecting me to come from the front door. Coming out of cover the firt shot i let loose hits his back square in the center. Feeling the cold wet of defeat he cringes and screams spinning around. His aim is poor because he is emotional now. Soaking the ground around me, He tries to regain some semblance of cover behind the automobile. He is sloppy though, and so i’m able to get him three more times once in the arm and twice in the legs.

Slipping back through the back door, i run to my bike. Turning around and unloosening a bomb i see him break out of the door charging for me. The bomb flies through the air and slams into his head soaking and dropping him to the ground. Picking my bike up, i cut out down the driveway. He has picked himself off the ground and i feel his cold wet kiss goodby hit my back dead center. Shivering as the dirt flies from beneath my tires i hit the highway and know intuitively he gives pursuit. Pulling into the garage i slam the button on my utility belt to call down the door. I hear him pull up as the door hits the ground and laugh with success. My fort is impregnable. Silence on the other side of the door. i smile and resume my work tuning my bike. The door from the house opens and out he steps. Betsy laughs at my calm from next to the garage door button all the way across the room. There is nothing to do but take a bath.

I hate mom. She betrayed me letting him into my base. She will pay.

4) So i got home from school and noticed my friend was hanging around. Doning my explorer’s hat we branched out across the highway into the forest. I had heard of a strange treasure in these woods, but no one has survived to tell the tale. As we trudged through the forest with thorns pulling at my legs i realize that shorts probably wouldn’t be the best attire for this expedition, but we cannot turn back now. John (can’t remember his real name because i knew him for very little) points into the distance and grins
“There she is,” i growl as i pull a thorn vine off of my legs. trickels of blood fall down. ” We should be careful, i hear she is dangerous to outsiders. ”
“i’m following your lead,” John whispers.
Picking my way across the grounds, i watch as the figure of the house becomes more fully formed. Sneaking across the front i call back to john, “Watch out for traps, this is a dangerous place.” Picking my way up the front steps i push the front door in and look around. The treasure has to be hidden somewhere here i think. From behind i hear John ask me if it is safe. “yes i seems safe”.
As i take a step forward the world freezes for an instant. In one moment i hear this loud snap as the wood gives and i feel an immense pain as i fall into the trap feet first. Hitting the ground on my right ankle i feel a second snap and pain shoots through my body. I bite my lip causing it to bleed a little. Cursing like a sailor i call john to, “Help me get out of here.” I sit waist deep in the floor of this house. “Snakes could be down there just waiting to bite the fuck out me… DAMNIT JOHN GET OVER HERE. John slowly pokes himself up and attempts to pull me out. SEARING pain shoots through my leg. I yell something unintelligable. Finally i pull myself out with very little help from john and lean against the wall of the house. I curse myself for getting into this mess. That moment occurs when i spend a couple seconds wishing i could go back in time and tell myself what an idiot i am. Walking with John in the background making comments about how he wonders if he will get in trouble. I stumble from tree to tree using them as support.

I make it to the highway and see john vanish toward his house calling behind how he doesn’t want to get into trouble. Trey pulls up in his brown car and sees me. He yells if everything is ok and i yell i need his help. With trey’s shoulder as support i make my way into the house and plop myself on the chair. Only a little while till mom and dad come home. They will be angry of course. They will have to take me to the emergency room. They know me by my first name there btw.

result: Grounded for a week and having to walk on crutches for a couple month or so… never did find that treasure.

5) This is a memory i will tell in cold cut details, because to mark it with my imagination at the time, would distort the memory to much. We lived in a house that was located in the center of a forest almost. At least the house was on the outskirts of the forest, and there was a lake nearby also. The nearest neighbor was maybe 1/4 a mile away but you couldn’t see their house because the forest surrounded our house and split us apart. Their house on the other hand was near a subdivision. Today the subdivision has spread and the forest has been demolished. Sad. My memory for this moment is of the lake. The lake is also between our houses, but closer to theirs. The they is our neighbor’s two children. I don’t remember their names. I’m bad with names.

I remember though that their father was draining the lake, and in the middle of the lake was an island. This island was the focal point of the memory. For the longest time we had wanted to go to the island. Since the lake was being drained, we thought it would be easy to get there. We were wrong. As we attempted the crossing fo the lake my feet sunk into mud . All the same before we ever got close to the island, I lost my shoes in the mud. Again this angered my parents. I never did find those shoes. Ok this memory sucked for you i bet. This was also the time when we built a fort out of pallets and tarps in the forest. It was mainly the work of trey and the two neighbors but it was an awesome fort. Even had a tv with electricity….. the cord was run from their house with a lot of extension on it.

oh well i’m done with this…

Michael i’m going to be coming to lafayette July 30-August 3rd… i’d like to meet you one of those days, it is sat-sun-mon-tue-wed. just so you know… the sat i’ll be busy and the wed i’ll need to fly out early so … any other time should be free…

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Wouldn’t you know, such an easy game and i failed to follow the rules…. ok here are the instructions and my own nomination for the next memory trip.

Hehe ok here are the rules, particpation is voluntary. Apparently the rules were origonally to name five different things that you miss from your childhood, i modified it slightly to simply write five different fond memories you have of your childhood. .. oh well let the internet police get me… have fun… Mary is nominated now… Mayfly…

p.s. copy the following list into your blog and delete the first blog name and then enter your own blog name Mayfly.

1 # Babbling Bente
2 # Sharkey Malarkey
3 # It’s Not all Mary Poppins
4 # snaars
5 # Arglor

Conversion to WordPress is over. I hope you enjoyed the move. If you have any problems, please feel free to message me at my new email idontcare at whydoyoubotherme dot com or my new phone number 1800fuckyou. Thanks for playing, b’bye
If you care, the MT version is still alive and kicking.

Administration

just an update and overall surveilance view. I guess i did what every website does right before they die out. they fail to update for a given amount of time and their readership dies and never really picks itself back up…………. *hears the silence amongst the empty streets* yes well… i never wrote this thing for the audience itself, it was my own catalog and analysis of my ideas… although feedback was always welcome…

point two of this quickie post is to say that Mary is coming back home tonight. I’m a flitter with excitement. Did i just say a flitter?

point three of this post is to alter my previous post and say that i really did like batman begins, but there were just some things about the “origin” of batman that i didn’t like… i bet i could write an origin story that would make batman shine… or at least it would make my perception of batman shine, but i like my perception of who batman is…

point four is to say that work seems to be going well. i’m very much appretiated by my boss, which is a change because i was making a few errors earlier that made my boss very aggrivated with me… and made last week suxxors…

point five is i shipped my pc to the claims department of ups and they should be cutting me a check soon… man i can’t wait till that happens so i can get a computer of comparable worth into this house and give mary her laptop back… she needs her equipment.

ok done.. googling directions to laguardia now… i’m nervous as hell about driving in NYC…

so batman begins…. i want to say so much about it but i don’t want to ruin the movie for you… so let me just give away a few tid bits that i think will not in fact ruin the movie for you…

A) this is not the batman we know from batman year one. In fact this movie has very little if any relation to the comic batman year one.

B) The Gotham city that batman finds himself in is very similar to the gotham city of the animated series. Mechanistically speaking. Gangsters and ninja are a lot more prevalent, and the backgrounds of the villains are very similar to the cartoon.

C) This is a completly new origin of batman, it has very little if any correlation to any other origin story of batman.

D) I don’t like the new actor who plays batman/bruce wayne. He is a much more convincing bruce wayne then batman of course. This has always been a dilemma. Val kilmer sucked as bruce wayne and batman, but would have been good as superman i believe. Michael keaton on the other hand was the best and will always be the best combination of both, although he soared as bruce wayne. I don’t know necessarily why i don’t like the new batman actor so much, other then he doesn’t look impressive in the suit. kind of looks like a kid dressing up for halloween. Oh well he isn’t that horrible that it ruined the movie.

i’m done for now… maybe i’ll add more tonight before picking mary up at the airport.

she is coming home.

i’m in such a bad mood right now…

I hate cell phone conversations… Mary and I have gone through a long distance relationship for roughly a years time, and in the end we began living together. Now she goes down to Louisiana and we are thrusted into the long distance relationship thing again. it sucks. i hate cell phone conversations… not to mention i do in fact miss her terribly…

boy am i bored… i have extinguished all my resources.

Little known fact, i’m broke. You might ask yourself, how does one get broke when you just got a job a couple weeks ago that pays pretty good money. I would of course reply that I did get a job that pays me pretty well, but i have yet to get a check from said job. Not that getting a check would have done outstandingly for, i have no bank up here in which i could deposit said check. oh.. you ask why have i not gotten my bank account open? because you need identification from within the state… which costs money… which i have yet had the ability to get… because … you see the picture… things are looking better though.

This weekend was going to be low key no matter what. Today just turned out to be a lot more low key then i wanted. AKA i’ve been seriously bored. Friday night i went into Manhattan and watched Batman Begins, a movie about which i will discuss at a later date. Last night my co-worker and friend David came over. We rented some games and played them. We watched a movie called Hitch, about which i’ll never speak a word- although will smith is my favorite funny comedian for some odd reason, maybe because his jokes are usually withdrawn. Anyways i went to sleep around 1:00 from which i woke up this morning at 8:30. David slept over because he didn’t want to have to hassel with the trains at night. He left around 10:00. And then the silence began.

I laid down and thought a lot about different things, in which none of my problems were solved but one. I realized i have far less problems then ever and i think it bores me. Literally… i have stable source of food, stable income, a very beautiful and talented woman i am deeply in love with, a place to stay in, and family that loves and cares for me. This is the most i’ve ever had in a long time. the stable income, food, and love intrest are relatively new. The other necessities have been with me all my life usually.

Let us harken back to my high school days. There was once in the middle of the cafeteria i was talking to my friends Reed and Colby about life. I was so sure of myself then. In the middle of a heated debate i yelled across the cafeteria grounds that the failure in life is complacency, it deteriorates the mind. To my dismay, i attracted way to much attention. I blushed and retracted myself out of the cafeteria and scurried down the hall to my locker where i opened it up cursing myself. You see i’m leaving out the part where people laughed. A lot of people. Embarrasement brought about by confusion. I still agree with what i said, but i’m not sure why i got so caught up in the argument. We were arguing about our futures, and it was at that time that i was arguing that we should abandon all attempts at progress and travel across the country and live out of booksacks…..

i had just read on the road btw. not the best source material on life for a 17 year old who hates his high school. He made it seem so easy and adventurous. All the same. I have strayed from my point, as usual. My point is that i feel like i should be on the look out for becoming complacent. I don’t want to succomb to the robotic instincts capitalist society forces upon us. I am so using prejudicial language in this, i understand that robotic insticts are adopted because it is better to adopt them then to live consciously moment by moment.

No one lives consciously moment by moment. Its impossible. an experiment that was started when i was a second year college student continues till now, it is the experiment of consciousness. I attempt to trip up the robotic instincts around me and in the meanwhile trip up my own robotic instincts. My goal is to become as self-aware as possible, or at least to fully be aware of life around me as much as possible.

i guess this is why i like american beauty so much.

i’m done rambling… btw i think snaar’s blog should be called breaking the third wall…

So a couple days ago i get invited to this “office party” by my boss. This party is to occur in a fancy restaurant with free food, beer, and soda. I say sure i’ll go. Cut to today, the day of the party.

I make the trek out central park, and it is raining a bit and cut over to the Citrus Bar and Grill, where the party is being held. I’m approximately 1 hour after the party has started. A co-worker and friend of mine “D-” joins me at this little shindig. We run into a few people he knows, because i know no one really, and after exausting our contacts we retire to a table. This took maybe 20 minutes total, thats how few of the people we knew there. Sitting down i question why the fuck i’m even there. I came for free food, to be honest.

But the food isn’t served. time ticks by. still sitting there and 9:00 hits, and i type mary a message on my phone. Meanwhile all these girls are walking around and D- is telling me how freaking good looking they are. The guy who’s job i’m taking walks up and shakes our hands and tells us he will introduce us to some others. I quietly decline thinking i just want food and then i’ll leave. Some time passes. AFter a little while, one of D’s friends drops by and we joke about how the “big bosses” are here and how they are invisible to us because we don’t know who any of these people are.

Here is a little background for you, I work in Newark, NJ. The main office is in New York. It just so happens that very few N-J people went to this party, including my boss who invited me. so i was disappointed a bit. Everyone there works in the New York branch. Not to mention, there are two floors in the N-J branch. The 4 and 5 floor. Accounting is the only office on the fifth floor, and it consists of five people not including me. this means i don’t even socialize with the people on the fourth floor much. So the odds of me knowing any of these people in the last 2 weeks (or less) of employment were non-existant.

back to the story, this friend decides to introduce us to the big guys. Turns out that the big guys are really nice. So i’m introduced to some of the major people, people who in fact have their names on the firm. Anyways, they started talking to me and d- and d- was hitting it off well with them. I was not really hitting it off well. I fucked up actually, but it isn’t a major fuck up.

When talking to one of the guys, i just came out and asked what the qualifications were for being a paralegal. He said that they were pretty lax. He said just some computer skills and college background. He then said they usually work their way up from other positions in the firm. So i nodded. Then he asked how long i worked in accounting, and i said a week and a half. I quickly added that i was enjoying the work, i just had an interest in law. He nodded and asked if i had any college, i said i just graduated. He said, “You must have some good background in accounting,” in which i replied that i worked my way through college doing computer work, and that the position i filled required experience with computers which i fit perfectly. So he nodded and asked like what skills. I started to list them, “advanced in microsoft word, excel, access,” and then i stopped saying that i didn’t really want to go this far, that i was just curious about the qualifications due to my interest in law.

Here is the fuck up. He says, “Well you do realize we do mostly litigation, which is within the courtroom” In which i nodded., and he continued.” and so i’m not sure if thats what you are interested in.” I laughed and said, “I’m actually really interested in Non-Profit work………………………………………………………………………….. ………………………………………………………”
yeah… i know… wtf was i thinking? he wasn’t asking about what kind of cases do i feel passionate about, he was asking for what kind of part did i want to play in the legal field. I felt like a dumbass after i stepped back. Not only did i not answer his question, but i voluntered hostile information. This is a corporate law firm. non-profit work doesn’t mix well with these people. oh well i fucked up.

I’ll sleep on it. I still don’t know why i said that. I quickly added to the end of all of that that i wanted experience in law so i could better learn all aspects of the environment in case i wanted to go to law school.

He said in the end, “Well i suggest you work in the accounting division for a bit and see what happens when a position opens up.” oh well.. i fucked up. First position that opens up i’m still applying for it.

ok i need sleep i need to go to work tomorrow… shame really…

yesterday i was told that the chances of me getting money to pay for my computer damage are very high. so… we shall see.. she didn’t say that they would definitely pay for it, but she said that they wouldn’t go through all this trouble issuing claim numbers and requesting proof of worth if it weren’t going to be accepted.

and so now the wait continues… but we will see just how this all unfolds.