UrbanTherapy.

(how’s THAT for alliteration?)

i am fucking angry at our fucking building management b/c the fuckers haven’t had the fucking decency to contact us. yes, an engineer has been up here a good half-dozen times since last night to help with cleaning the carpet and repairing the lights that got damaged. but when i put in a specific request to have a manager (not an engineer, a manager) to come up here and have a look-see, and no one shows up or calls? that pisses me the fuck off. i think troy & i will be having a nice little chat with one or more of the managers this weekend, b/c, y’know, this is some bullshit.

if i had to hazard a guess, i’d say that anywhere between 1/4 and 1/3 of my clothes got dampened, if not outright soaked, from the flood. i’ve done 5 loads of laundry and dropped off a shopping cart full of clothes at the dry cleaners. i am not looking forward to paying that dry cleaning bill.

the carpet has been cleaned and we have use of an industrial-strength fan to accelerate the drying process. the tub has been emptied of all the icky water that was standing in it overnight b/c the drain got clogged, and i’ve bleached the tub so we can take showers w/o feeling like our feet are going to pick up a fungus.

and maybe troy will post some pics of the flood fuckery.

so…how y’all doing?

i’ve been un(der)employed for a little more than a year now. i had this grand idea of writing a post about what’s happened since i quit my job and how i’ve adapted to not working and how ready i am (beyond ready, really) to go back to work. and, of course, how much i miss having disposable income b/c omfg, i really miss having disposable income and my savings is pretty much nonexistent at this point.

but then i logged on to start writing and realized that i don’t have anything new to say about being un(der)employed. granted, it does have its advantages, like being able to go to farmers markets in the middle of the day and watching tom & jerry in the afternoon and taking naps and such, but that’s not all that noteworthy, is it?

i didn’t think so.

so, in sum – i’m still un(der)employed and still optimistic that an awesome gig for me is around the corner (please, god? that would rule!). oh, and still cooking – new recipe post coming soon-ish.

i know, i know – you don’t hear from me for weeks and then i post twice in as many hours. i had to share this, though.

longtime readers know that there are many things about the job-searching process that annoy me to no end. like, listings for companies that claim to be in chicago but are really in waukegan, or lisle, or rockford, or schaumburg, etc. or listings that don’t provide salary info up front, which means everyone involved gets their time wasted when companies bring in someone for an interview and the salary they’re offering is a full $10K less than what the applicant was making at their last gig.

today’s grievance, though, comes from an ad i just saw a few minutes ago:

In our efforts to build a full supply of qualified candidates, we ask you to apply to this position. Should the position become available in the near future, we will contact you directly if your qualifications fit the needs of the (company name) opportunity.

so you’re asking me to spend who knows how long applying for a position that’s not even available right now, just on the off-chance that said position might be open at some point and you might decide to call me? are you serious?

the depressing part, of course, is that there are plenty of people out there who will submit an application for a job that may or may not exist. i’m grateful that my circumstances have not become dire enough where i’m applying for any and everything that looks like it might be a job. i know i’m lucky. i also know that a lot of employers deserve to get neck-punched for treating employees (both potential and current) like shit. this recession does not give you the right to be an asshole. fuckers.

before i drifted off to sleep last night, the voices and i were having a silent conversation. somehow, the voices and i started discussing fried chicken, specifically my on-again/off-again desire for harold’s chicken, and how harold’s is just far away enough (read=not really in walking distance) for me to only go there when i’m really motivated. and in response to one of the voices, i said (silently, remember, b/c i’m talking to the voices in my head) that yes, feminists eat fried chicken – which, of course, is a spin on the old “do revolutionaries eat fried chicken?” query from ’school daze.’

and then i started thinking about how troy & i both identify as feminists, and how cool it’d be for me (or both of us, really) to have a t-shirt that says “i’m married to a feminist” or “i love feminists so much, i married one.” maybe i’ll check cafe press to see if such t-shirts exist.

told you it was random.

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in other news…no, wait, there is no other news, really. july continues to be a month of awesome – so much so that i’ve extended said month of awesome through august. nothing as awesome as having a new job or anything like that, but awesome all the same.

i have 4 posts pending (2 in draft form and 2 still in my head), but i already know that finishing them will make me sad and, in one case, sorta kinda angry. and since i have nothing but time these days, i can avoid them until i get good and ready. how awesome is that?

but enough about me. what’s new with y’all? are you as ready for football as we are? how’s your summer going?