(okay, it doesn't look as red as it used to but it's still sad)
I don't want to go on an interview and have them wonder if a skunk on its period died on my head.
I met with a flood specialist today to help us with our claim because it seems the word flood can be misinterpreted in many ways. For example, when I say "flood", I might mean "please give me a cup of tea" or "please come whack me with a 2x4 while stepping on my tongue".
My mistake in thinking it meant "a large amount of water that ruins pretty shoes"!
But I'm not bitter.
Anyway, this guy was very nice (I'd say he was cute too but with my luck, this will be the one post Andy reads and he'll chase me around the house with a wire cutter)(because he's violent like that) and gave me some great advice on home repair. He seemed sympathetic to our plight and I'm sure it helped that my mom was following us around, doing her best impersonation of the The Suffering Madonna! Just kidding. She's been great and has only complained about my disorganization and bad housekeeping about 1,471,945 times. I expected more so that's been a nice surprise.
I'm hoping things will workout otherwise I am going to do some serious insurance ass kicking via every medium available! TV, Radio, Billboards, Internet pop up ads that feature me jumping up and down screeching like a velociraraptor... you name it!
In other news, I put up my resume at a very prestigious medical billing group on Sunday and got a call today. Yeah, that's how kick ass my res is*. And every word is true. I did not embellish a single thing about me and my experience. I just rock that hard.
The lady seemed very interested until she asked if I was firm on what I wanted to get paid. I said 'yup definitely' cuz I need to be rewarded for being me, you know? That's when she told me that the yearly cap for that position is approximately what I make in 7 months but the benefits were fabulous! I had to say 'no' to her generous offer to slam me down a few rungs on the ladder.
Still, it gave me a nice little ego boost to know someone called me the day after I sent my resume.
Things at the Asylum are business as usual. Glynda squints at me and fake-smiles while I bare my teeth and give her a half grimace. That is my version of the Mexican Stand-Off(ice)-bitch.
Which reminds me, Glynda needs a new name. She can no longer be called the good witch. As always any suggestions you bring forth will be appreciated.
Speaking of rewarding me. I've received 2 cool awards and one cool song.
First, The FLy from After Dinner Mint said this song is all about yours truly. I have to say that I am easy on the ears and have a groovy beat! And the lyrics: "Making people scared will get you very far"... Thanks FLy!
Jenboglass from Steenky Bee (I LOVE THE NAME OF HER BLOG!) says she's hooked on the Musings. Thank you Jenboglass!
And last but not least! My favorite West Virgini-a-nite would like me to let the world know that my blog rocks! Thank you Tracy! And keep an extra bed of hay for me in your barn. :o)
Here I am all humble like and getting all these awards. It's a good thing they don't go to my head!
*Believe it or not, my resume was polished up by the one and only Brother Dan from Dan, The People's Blogger infamy.