Serial/meara:
Progressive lenses: I bought cool new cat eye glasses this summer and the guy who was helping me explained the difference between the expensive progressive and the cheap progressive, and the cheap progressive is much better than the expensive one. I’m not sure I can describe it without drawing rectangles on a piece of paper, but it boils down to a better, bigger sweet spot in the cheap ones, and a large fuzzy no man’s land + a smaller sweet spot in the expensive progressive. They have names, the types, but I don’t recall it. You also have to get glasses that aren’t tiny rectangles. Thank god some of the hip glasses places have some. The last time I was in For Eyes, *everything* was a rectangle.
Heat:
I keep my house at 67during the day and 60 or 61 at night. I adjust it so the heater won’t come on until 6:30 or 7 AM at the earliest. I’m curious to know what people pay for heat. My neighbors and I were talking about this. Their bill was $120 last month and mine was $45. Their house is bigger, but it has a new remodel and good insulation. We couldn’t figure out the difference, except maybe my solar hot water system from the 70’s that still works great. Lots of sun this winter, so free hot water.
Still 250 messages behind. I know I should do the Natter Diet and just skip to the end, then backtrack 150, but, well we’ll see. Off to a party with an almond tart just out of the oven. Happy New Year, All!
According to my SIL, my brother is already well into his effort to burn the neighborhood down. Good times.
Yup. They must hate having him for a neighbor every NYE and Fourth.
At least he's not shooting a gun. I love the annual email from LASD telling us to fire a gun in the air is a felony.
I'm ringing in the new year in my sweatpants and t-shirt, eating yet ANOTHER loaf of french bread.
Well, he doesn't have one. Yet. (Topic of drunken conversation the night before I left. PJ's eyes about rolled out of her head. He likes to spring these things on her when he's shitfaced.)
Okay, so strangers aren't as shitty as I was convinced this morning. I just got a call (well, two, because I kind of didn't answer the first, because I'M SULKING) from a guy whose car got broken into this afternoon. Being more like Batman than I am, evidently, he and his friend went dumpster diving. As well as half his stuff (as in, half his *entire* wardrobe), he found my laptop bag, sans laptop. So now I have that back. I did like the bag, and I did like the portfolio. Not as much as I *need* the damned computer, but he did make 2011 suck just a little bit less.
He still has two more bags without owners, and I wish everyone luck in that, as well as him finding the other half of his clothes (who steals *half* your underwear?).
Now, I think, I might be done for the day.
Oh, that's good, ita ! It's something.
msbelle, I'd suggest also dropping off a resume in person and asking to speak to the hiring manager -- not so much for the actual resume, but because you'll present so very well that it will make a difference (even if you don't speak to that manager, I used to get notes from whoever was on duty with "She was awesome! Call her!" if someone really good came in). It was mostly people who came in and made a good impression that got hired -- I'd either go find their online app or ask them to submit one so I could get them in for an interview. An adult, well-dressed, well-spoken, responsible person was an awesome find in my experience (no offense to young, sloppily dressed, not-so-well-spoken teenagers... they just didn't really do if for me, and they were most of who came in and asked about jobs), and I could never tell that from online. I don't know that hand-delivering a resume is the convention in most of the business world, but it works in retail where I've worked.
ETA: And, you know, that's kind of unfair to some of the younger kids who came in and did it right. There were those, too! Just not the majority, sadly.
