I'm back, bitches

Oh my poor neglected blog. I don't know why I'm bothering since no one will probably see this since who checks blogs which haven't been updated in four months. Anyhoo, I'm back.

I don't want to recap the past month's events, but let's just say Mike is in the midst of a job search, and work is still a shitshow for me, but more on that later.

One of Mike's interviews was in San Diego, about three weeks ago. He thought it went well but when I checked the mail this morning there was a letter from the company. Usually not a good sign. Sure enough, they turned him down. As a quick side note the idiot HR woman didn't change her template and left it as "Dear John". How very professional. Anyways, I told them they were clearly idiots for not hiring him and it's their loss. Easy for me to say, but I know it to be true. Mike is extremely competant, all all around nice guy, and humble (a bit too much if you ask me) in an industry filled with ego-manical douche bags.

So anyways, he's dissapointed to say the least. He's in a very fragile place right now since this is esentially the culmination of all his hard work over the past ten+ years and I just want him to be happy and feel the confidence that I know he should.

Of course getting turned down by a job leads to asking oneself why didn't they want me. Unfortuatnly it is a question that will never be answered but who can resist torturing themselves. At any rate he will find out about the Worcester, MA (near Boston, whee!) job later this week so hopefully this one pans out, which I'm quite sure it will.

On to me. Work is, um well, interesting to say the least. For those of you who don't know, I work as a leasing agent at the apartment complex we live at. The majority of our residetns are complete asshats, as is my boss. T (my boss) is a very nice guy, but has no cahones which is vital in dealing with the residents. Unfortuatnly for the leasing staff this usually means that we are the bitches since we attempt to follow policy while he just gives them whatever they want to avoid any confrontation.

The vast majority of the residents are spoiled little rich kids. And I mean millionaire rich. Their parents are typcailly doctors or laywers, and they have no problem speaking to us as though we are beneath them in both intelligence and class, on which both accounts they are quite wrong. They are incapable of plunging their own toliets and changing their own lightbulbs. They come into the office demanding absolvment of parking tickets resulting from parking in handicapped spots on the prperty. They bring their rent into the office on the 6th of the month and expect to recieve no penatly and act shcoked when we explain rent is due no later then the third. Oh God, stop me, I could go on forever.

The fact that this job has an expriy date on it makes it bearable and just reinforces that dealing with the general public is quite clearly not the job for me.