Last Friday I went on a job interview. As it turned out, the company that was looking for a customer caring person sold herbal medicine from far far away. (I shan't mention it on my blog where the company came from, so don't even ask me about it. Here anyway.) They also sell err... machines like.. massage stuff and whatnot.

Anyway, you have to be a member to order their stuff, give them all your personal information, etc, so it's not to my taste. And without knowing it I applied for a job that requires me to talk to pissed off customers. Yipee.

So, last Friday was the first interview. Then they told me about the company, what they do, what the job requires. They also told me that next time, if I get selected for the next interview, they'll tell me how much they'd be willing to pay and listen to my English.

Today was my second interview with them. The boss talked to me about... my skills. Nothing else. I went there for half an hour to make smalltalk. Nobody spoke to me in English, they didn't ask me to speak in English. And they didn't tell me how much they'd pay me.

They said I'll get a call saying yes or no next week and if it's a yes they'll set a date asap and then I can sign a contract. And only then, after they said yes will they tell me how much they'd pay me. (Or look at my English. Isn't that weird?)

Let's just say something's not kosher.

Even my mother says it's not kosher. Which is really something. So... I must admit I kinda hope they don't pick me, although it's close by (for a month or two, before they are scheduled to move far far away) and I want a job.

So. If the pay's not decent I'm gonna say no. I just hope they won't try to pull anything.

Whoa!!!!

I gave in and started watching Supernatural. I prefer to watch it in bulk. I was saving up for bad days. And the time has come.

And tell you what, it's just damn perfect. It's an awesome start. I'm nearly through the first ep and it's so unbelievably good.

There are the snappy, witty comebacks, the tongue in cheek jokes and the most unimaginably funny encounters.

Just to quote a few:

• "This sucks ass." Summarized the modern day prophet, when they removed a molar from his hair that got stuck there from an exploding angel.
  
  
• And then Sam touched... no, caressed Dean's clavicle."
  "This is wrong," said Dean. - From a crazy fangirl writing Sam/Dean fanfic... right in the show!! :D
  
  
• "I'm samlicker81." Says the aforementioned fangirl. Ouch, my sides! I was pretty floored by that one.
  
  
• "Could you stop touching me?" -> Sam
  "No." -> crazy fangirl, groping Sam
  
  
• "Life as an angel condom." - Says Dean when Michael, the angel wants to inhabit his body. FYI, Dean said no.
  

And then there are the visuals. I mean... Cas is back! Yay for the eye candy! Then there's that guy who looks like he lost his family and ended up living in poltergeistville. I think he'll be the host of Lucifer, but maybe not. Hmm. Still, he looks like a rather well-made mix of Dr House and Ben Hawkins. Since I find them both attractive, it's a win-win situation.

And then Bobby gets possessed by demons. I thought they all had tattoos to make them being possessed by demons impossible, or was that only the Winchester toys boys? And how can an angel possess them if they have the tattoos? Or does that only work for demons?

Oh well, not to worry, it is still awesome so far. I'm having so much fun watching it!

Today I had the weirdest encounter. Something that only happens in romance novels and warped alternate dimensions. Weird, really weird.

I was getting home by public transport as usual and the bus was packed full. We were like sardines in a can. I was in a safe corner originally, but I swapped places with a woman with two small children and a big belly. Lucky she had her husband with her.

Anyway, as usual, my dear iPod froze, as it does every 2 hours or so and since I couldn't move, I had to bear with no music. (Couldn't move? I was holding on to the handrail for dear life!) Anyway, I was craning my neck to see if they have pushed the button so I could push my way out at the next stop... And I saw people trying to push forward to get closer to the door. Like there was any empty place over there. Thanks to that I had someone press themselves up to my back. I started praying it wasn't some pervy old man.

Then I hear "Your hair smells really nice." mumbled right into my ear. Scared me like nothing else, it did. So I turn around by reflex, shocked, and I come face-to jawbone with some young guy. Well, ok, he was kinda pretty in an androgynous sort of way with long, curly hair, high cheekbones, lush lips... he spelled jailbait with perfect grammar in a dozen languages. So I didn't wait to see if I'd end up smooching the guy when the bus jolted us again.

And my neck hurt so I couldn't see his expression when I turned to look at him. I kinda hope he thought I was younger or someone else. Otherwise he might be having problems.

Anyway, by then the grannies pushing from a few paces away arrived to where I was standing, pushing us further back into another bunch of people causing a commotion that ended with some tired-looking middle aged guy telling them what stupid, idiotic things they were to try to push forward in a packed-full, moving vehicle when they could have waited till it stopped and had its doors open.

The rant ended short when the doors opened and I left without a backward glance.

I really don't know what that guy was thinking... And really, I don't wanna know until he turns 21. Oh and yeah, I used the shampoo you gave me for my b-day, Eleanor.

I guess you should never take games and online friends seriously, because one day they'll just fuck you over. Like they did with me today. I know it's my inner Hungarian speaking, but I hope that that healer got them killed more times. (I only heard about one, but then I left the game since they didn't call me, the one who got left behind but offered the spot for "the one who turned up first". Charming and heartwarming. They sure know how to make a person feel special.)

Truth be told, I really didn't feel like grouping up with that healer, but then again he took my spot. So technically we wouldn't have been in the same group. On first try. And second try I just got offended enough and decided not to give a shit. And besides that, he can't heal worth shit... who would want to kill some badass, powerful boss (well, old god, technically) with a monk who can't heal? I sure as hell don't wanna do the job of two monks just because he sucks. It'll be hard enough for two good monks, not to mention one.

I just wish I had another still functioning guild I could leave for, because today just showed me how much I can trust my wonderful alliance... and guild.

And tomorrow (technically it's today) I'll try again. Worst case: I turn all chats off and play the game solo or with the few trusty old friends that still play sometimes. I guess it's high time I found myself another hobby or became a workaholic.

The story of my new bag

Today I left the flat before noon. It was sunny and warm, go figure. It was about 16°C and I felt bad about not grabbing my sunglasses, because whenever I go out when the sun is shining brightly I end up with a huge headache in the evening. Yay.

When I was halfway to the Chinese market, it began to rain. I had no umbrella with me nor water-resistant coat, so I used my shawl to cover my hair. Was funny, and I consider myself lucky I didn't see my reflection.

Anyway, I had to search for about half an hour for the booth, because the shop owner had apparently moved. I also phoned my mom a few times because she knows the place like the back of her hand so I had to ask in which huge, old factory building that little booth could be found. (Think of it like a better organized flea market with Chinese immigrant sellers and new junk instead of old, used junk.

Anyway, I finally found the shop that sold the brand of bag I used. (I was hung up on this brand called Kukumalu, not because of the cute little mouse printed on the front, but because it didn't fall to pieces in half a year like my other bags did, it actually worked for 5+ years.) There were rows of these bags in different shapes and colors. The shop owner was watching TV and as far as I could tell the same song was going they played at the Olympics... You know, the one that little girl sang who actually lip synched... (The girl was pretty, the song was pretty, if you are Cliff's mom, don't kill me please, ok?)

Anyway, I ask the guy if they have bags of this brand, only bigger. He says there's none of these bags. I blink a few times and wonder if we are having a language barrier issue there. I say ok, look around, pick a bag of said brand that is obviously there. (Deep military green.) Not the same size my old bag was, a bit smaller, but whatever, it'd do. (The black one was too high and I felt like green today anyway.) I ask how much. He says it's not for sale, and that he has none for sale.

I blink again. I wave the bag. Guy refuses to budge. The he tells me it's not for sale, that they are all not for sale.

I shrug and leave. So no, I didn't get a Kukumalu bag, sadly. But as my mom suggested, the guy might have refused to sell me that one bag because he might have wanted to sell them in bulk, aka all of them to a bag shop owner. It figures.

Anyway, I decided I did need a bag, because smaller bags with space only for a smaller book and notes is not enough for me. It was enough for university when I didn't have psycho classes (OK, psychology, but seriously, did you see my teachers? I did.), but I prefer to stuff my hat and shawl into the bag or one more shirt for the cold, plus the book, plus my notes (usually when I teach). So yeah, I needed a bigger bag.

So I went to the bag shop both my mom and my friend and me frequent from time to time, because it's close to both my uni and my mom's workplace. And yeah, Eleanor studied at the same uni as me. Anyway, the guy was out of Kukumalu bags, but I fell in love with another bag. I'm not sure if this guy is as good as the Kukumalu bags, but it was soooo pretty and awesome I had to have it. And it was pretty cheap, considering bags.

I haven't decided on a name yet, but I'm considering Seph. It has a sort of steampunk look if you squint (The clasp at the front definitely has a feel to it!), and I'm planning on adding some embellishments to the bag. I happen to have some corner pieces in some copper looking material that looks like metal, and I also have glue I'm not afraid to use. Bwahaha.

So, this is... Seph.

...House...

The newest House. Ouch.

Somehow House started sucking. I mean I'm not holding my breath waiting for it and it's not liek I still can't wait to watch it. Somehow House became boring and sad and just plain yuck.

So Chase got OOC and killed a guy, Cameron didn't freak out, she just told House off and after an ep she left Chase too, saying that they (as in both Chase and House) were gone forever. I think that was OOC too. She should be staying and trying to redeem Chase, not leave him! Seriously... meh. Those two were so... not themselves.

Foreman: the trusty old token black guy. He doesn't do much, just... he's just there.

Taub: finally something I don't mind.

13: just the usual. She feels like the House charity case, the poor thing whose days are numbered and she is not quite what she used to be. A second Cameron with a thing for women instead of dying people and a terminal illness. Yipee.

Cuddy and PI guy: good heavens who thought THAT would be in character?!

I mean yikes! How did we end up with something like that? I mean Cuddy would never be with a guy like that. She is a serious woman, head of a hospital and nearly twice the guy's age! She is a mom too! I could never ever imagine her dating the PI guy. He's just too immature and young for her, not to mention probably not the best daddy figure ever. Or have I somehow not realized that Cuddy would date a kid?

Well, could it be that Cuddy dating the PI guy is just some elaborate plot Cuddy planned so that House would be interested in her? If so I'm dropping the show like hot coal.

So all in all, House this season sucks. I kinda liked the first two eps, aka the opening, but then it sort of turned to bad and worst.

How lucky I am to have Lie to Me. Although this week's episode was lacking in microexpressions, which is sad. I hope it's not going to become a habit (aka I hope they're not dropping the microexpressions from the show because most of the Americans are too stupid to understand it) , because I do watch the show for the microexpressions the most. Well, that and Lightman of course. But this week's episode wasn't that bad. Tim Roth in an adorable, flower-patterned apron? Priceless!

Yesterday went well, I guess. Bought a bra at a sale (black lace, demi- and under wire bra all in one, for those interested) and it was really cheap. Yay. Last one they had in my size and let me tell you, it's not easy at all to find bras in my size. Well, cup size, I mean.

Then I went to the new shopping mall for some Christmas presents, because they had an opening sale. I survived a CO poisoning which happened because the new shopping mall's airing wasn't sufficient. Yay. I was on the upper levels, and people staed falling sick in the parking lots and the lower levels. I left before I got sick. With presents.

Today on the other hand was frustrating. I got a call a few hours before I left home that informed me that my students were sick and teaching today was canceled. I could ahve gone and bought a new bag that I have been meaning to do for days. My trusty old bag of 5 years died when its strap snapped. So I decided to buy another, the same model, same size, same colour.

But I can only buy it from the Chinese market, because only those guys still sell that type of bag. And they close really early. Around 3 the booth is already closed. So I have to wake up early, go and buy it. Couldn't do it today because I had an appointment and didn't want to wait in some small café for hours till I had to go and teach. (Why? because I didn't feel like paying for a meal I could eat for free at home.)

And then came the newest episode of House. Which I'll discuss in my next post.

Sorry for the sudden jolt

Sorry, I had to move. Again. It was an emergency. I'll move my blog back once the threat of family members finding it passes. I seriously don't want my Canadian aunts and other assorted family members to browse my blog and read and gossip about it.

If I really have to have a virus, can I have them?
*huge puppy eyes*

Yet another one bites the dust

I went out with friends on Friday to drink. We drank coffee, mostly.

One of these friends of mine I haven't seen in a year. She turned into a health freak with an aggressive way of expressing her well meant intentions. We had a "ping-pong match" of wills as my friend (Eleanor) pointed out.

And no, I do not want to try out herbal remedies because I did in the past and they didn't do shit.

Oh and no, there is no way I wanna hug my mother. One, she hates it. Two, I'd hate it more. I'm not used to hugging and I don't think I could ever get used to hugging my family members. Friends are OK, it's just that we don't do it in the family. It's just not our thing.

And don't get me started on telling my feelings to my family members. We don't do that. I mean sure, if we have problems we do talk about it, but we don't say things like "oh, when you said my ass looked big in those pants really hurt my feelings, you shouldn't say stuff like that" and so on. It's a fact that my ass looks big no matter what I wear, so do my boobs for that matter, and if someone comments that I say true, and bite back.

We have a way of trading... well... insults, only we don't really mean it. It's more like a playful barter. And if not, I give as good as I get. I seriously don't need someone to tell me how I should handle my folks when said someone does not know them.

What can I say? It was sad to see another friend go cuckoo.

I liked her better when she still drank beer, talked lots about books and literature and had the hots for one of our profs.

Sniff.

And something less whiney

Isn't this the cutest thing ever?

I'm a cross pincushion, short and stout...

I feel like a pincushion, as above mentioned. They have taken blood from both my arms, and if it turns out that I am in fact diabetic, I'll go and drown in the Danube.

Well, no, I prolly won't do that. But I won't care.

I mean I have 4 illnesses already, all of them inherited from various family members, if I also have diabetes... Seriously, I already feel like the world hates me for some reason or I have been either someone horrible in my last life, and I mean Horrible with a capital H, or maybe I picked something this horrible, by thinking I'd have some privileges after a life like this.

Either way, even if I turn out to be diabetic, I won't care shit about calories and what I should be eating.

Why? because I'm already dodging food stuff left and right thanks to my allergies, and I seriously don't want the group of foods I can eat to get even smaller.

So. Fuck you, fuck the illnesses and if you poke me that I'm not right you can sure as hell try living like this and not complain as much as I do. if you do manage, then you can cast your stone, Virgin Mary, tyvm.

And in case someone was wondering what these 4 illnesses were that I already have: asthma, heavy allergies (the clawing your eyes out, runny nose, cough, throw up certain foods kind), lipoma (in case you are lazy to google: benign tumors under the skin) and goitre (struma).

And if you were wondering why I haven't killed myself... I'm wondering the same.