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Sep. 30th, 2002 08:41 pmi learned a lesson today. If one lives in an apartment complex, one can't leave dishes in the sink. If one does, one finds roaches in the sink with the dishes. Major yuck factor.
i have learned another lesson today, it must be a day of lessons. i can't get sheera if Master's car is in the shop. Sheera makes me sticky all over. Even though the girl gave me a cat bath after, and put lotion on my arms and legs, i felt miserable for the next two two and one half hours while Master did car repair business. i felt sticky and like i was wearing three extra layers of clothing while i sat in the car. i couldn't get out and go in with Master, car parts shops are not places for women. i couldn't get out and sit in a shady place, the car parts shops are not in a good part of town. Even if i could have gone in with Master or could have sat outside in the shade, i couldn't because the skirt i wore today was not good for wearing without a slip. i took the slip off at sheera and didn't want it to get all sticky so i didn't pjut it back on. And if i can't go without a slip, believe me, i would have felt very very uncomfortable sitting out in that skirt with no unders on. So i was stuck in the car and miserable.
This is a rhetorical question: What makes people who answer adverts for jobs think they are better than anyone else and should be offered the position even though they do not meet the minimum standards required for the position? And then, why do they get their knickers in a knot when a perfectly polite letter is sent to them reiterating the minimum requirements and politely telling them they cannot be considered for the position? Tell me, please.
i have learned another lesson today, it must be a day of lessons. i can't get sheera if Master's car is in the shop. Sheera makes me sticky all over. Even though the girl gave me a cat bath after, and put lotion on my arms and legs, i felt miserable for the next two two and one half hours while Master did car repair business. i felt sticky and like i was wearing three extra layers of clothing while i sat in the car. i couldn't get out and go in with Master, car parts shops are not places for women. i couldn't get out and sit in a shady place, the car parts shops are not in a good part of town. Even if i could have gone in with Master or could have sat outside in the shade, i couldn't because the skirt i wore today was not good for wearing without a slip. i took the slip off at sheera and didn't want it to get all sticky so i didn't pjut it back on. And if i can't go without a slip, believe me, i would have felt very very uncomfortable sitting out in that skirt with no unders on. So i was stuck in the car and miserable.
This is a rhetorical question: What makes people who answer adverts for jobs think they are better than anyone else and should be offered the position even though they do not meet the minimum standards required for the position? And then, why do they get their knickers in a knot when a perfectly polite letter is sent to them reiterating the minimum requirements and politely telling them they cannot be considered for the position? Tell me, please.
