The sign I put on my inner bedroom door ( Read more... )

I don't like the last post I did. If I believed in deleting posts, I'd delete it. But I don't, so that's that. It's a personal-power thing, and gods know I need all of that that I can seize with my grubby little hands. Pity I'm so gun-shy about the grabbing, but I'm working on it ( Read more... )

(If you don't feel this needs to be said, skip it ( Read more... )

I went over the fine print of the Birthright application, and called the DC office to ask a few questions. Like whether you really needed that personal medical insurance, and how long you could delay getting a passport. They were completely awesome and said I would be covered by them for the 10-day duration of the trip, and if I chose to extend ( Read more... )

So I've been calling OC3 a lot lately, trying to see if they have work for me. Invariably, they don't, or don't say they do, and so they don't answer the phone.

Is it bad form to just hang up instead of leaving a message when you know the other person is just never going to get back to you? It isn't really for normal people, I know, but maybe ( Read more... )

They were splendidly fast on getting back to me, and I am not eligible for trips leaving now: but there are trips that leave in May, I'm pre-signed up, and this gives me time to quiz Rachel on the extension she talked about. This gives me time to get a passport. Israel will hopefully not be as hot as a desert can be in May. This is ok ( Read more... )

Some people will want to kill me. I screwed up socially and may be getting more money ( Read more... )

After some reflection today, I've decided that I am at least as responsible for my cultural ignorance as my crazy parental units. There's a lot of blame to go around there, but blaming doesn't help. I will be endeavoring to educate myself about most of human history, once I figure out how to get my butt to Israel.

Being stupid and shy, I didn't ( Read more... )

So far, you're acting just like another temp agency I knew. Only that one was pure evil in a bottle. Their trick was, they'd call me every couple of days asking if I was available for a phone interview. So I'd watch my cell phone anxiously, and they would never call back. Until tomorrow, when they would want another phone interview. And then ( Read more... )

Thinking about my life logically, as a consequence of my actions in one way or another, is a new experience for me. Really new. This year, new ( Read more... )