Here are some of today’s numbers (for those of you scoring at home):

5 Interview calls today. Only 2 spoke discernible English.
Of those 2, one (1) seemed very good. I have some work to do, but once again here’s another Whoppertunity.

3 Calls today asking for “Sean” or “Shawn” “Gabreel”. These were phone scams known as the “free government grant” phone scams. I never got calls like this when I was working. It is amazing how this world preys on the desperate. Just makes me really mad at humanity. Here’s a youtube AUDIO of a guy who has them stomped.

Listen from the 5 minute mark forward.  These are foul mouthed sick predator people.  This guy is wise, and these phone scammers are horrifically manipulative. It’s nice to hear them get what they deserve.  Keep in mind I had 3 of these god damned calls today. I would love to keep these people on the phone and mess with them, but I have a minutes allowance on my verizon wireless contract, of which I’ve been in good standing for 12 years (bastards!).

1 Computer diagnosed. Billy D’s car shop across the street wasn’t getting video on their PC (related to our transformer explosion last month). I lugged his tower PC upstairs, broke it open and fiddled with it. Isolated that one of his memory cards was bad. TA DAAAAAAAAAA!

11 more days left in this apartment. (I want to be vacated by June 15 … hopefully).

11 is Gladys’ approximate age on her approximate birthday. Since daddy is getting an unemployment check tomorrow, Gladys’ birthday will be June 5, 2013. I know I’ve always said (and agreed with her vet) that she was born in June. No one is really sure. She’s a street kitty at heart.

 

 

It’s going to be interesting to see how she takes to the new digs… (Insert ponderous thought here).

2 is the amount of annoying ice cream trucks that have gone by my house in the past 1 hour. Sign of the economy? I think so…

THANK GOD IT’S SUMMER BUT… there aint no “hissing of summer lawns” going on here. (Right Denise? I put this cheezee Joni Mitchell song up for you)

so… In summary,

Sometimes I Dont Know What To Feel