F*ckable

I posted this in My LiveJournal.com space too. I have been double posting a lot because I have group of friends that write there and I like to keep up with their posts. I like the way blogger works better I think and it looks good for free which isn't the case at LJ since you have to pay to use the cool looking templates.

This week picked up a little bit on the job hunt front. I think I get fucked around a lot on the job thing but it seems that every time I get drug kicking and screaming into another job situation there is some ultimate reason that the Universe has sent Me to My new reward. Let also say that I don't always appreciate the "reward".

Once when I got a reading from this really awesome psychic in Jackson Square in New Orleans he said.. "The Universe sends you where there is Chaos. You are supposed to be there to help anchor the ley lines and by the way, you are a power thief. You have been sucking on Mine since you walked up here and I don't hold it against you because I realize now that you have no idea that you are doing it."

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHkayyyyyyyyyyyyy then!

So I had a little talk with the Universe and let it know that I was finished with My little "CHAOS Tamer, makeeveryoneelsefeelbetter position and would very much like to resign from that."

Since I'm looking for another job YET AGAIN.... I guess the little "talk" didn't go over too well. At least I found Charles and managed to crawl back to New York from Lousyana just in time to avoid the flood. They didn't get My "Chaos services" for that little disaster. I helped all I could from here because I do love New Orleans, I just hate that sorry excuse for a right wing, christian right, KKK loving fucking state of Lousyana.

I digress.... Yes I know I do that all the time. I had a couple of good interviews this week. One with a really cool guy in China town which won't look good on My resume and will pay less but I liked it best of course. Another with a high profile headhunter that found ME... and will put Me forward for a high profile EA position with an advertising GURU which is probably a pain in the ass but the money is FANFUCKINGTASTIC.

Then I went to this interview on Long Island with this little staffing company and GODDAMN I swear I felt like time was rolling back and I was walking into the Principals office .. AGAIN. Yes, Yes I know... You guys are all shocked that good little Me was ever in the Principals office... but you are evahhhhh so wrong because in Beaumont, Texas at Forest Park High school, there is probably a chair with a brass tag on it in memory of Me.

This woman was a trip with her little tight short haircut all curled and gelled into place and her little sensible shoes ( I know Jason, I know I should wear them too)and her just perfect for the office suit. She sat down and immediately started ripping apart My resume and wondering what a professional website was. She went on and on as I smiled and nodded at her. I went right into Domme mode and was truly amused. I started to imagine stripping her piece by piece and slowing tieing her to My favorite H FRAME at Paddles and laying all the fucking leather it would take to strip the skin off Her back.. OOOPS.. going a little too far? lol.... I felt like a Domme that is watching her slave dig itself deeper and deeper into a hole and is relishing the pain and servitude She will exact from it wayyyyyyyyy before the slave itself realizes it has just fucked itself.

After Her tirade she stood and said... well... ok... lets get you tested. At that point I hadn't really said much but, "ummm hmm.. Oh ok... and interesting." I laughed a little and she turned with a surprised look on Her face. I said.. "Look, You called Me I didn't call you and I have over 14 years experience as an Assistant and always in the Executive level. I could WRITE the tests you want to give Me and I have NO INTENTION of taking any tests OR rewriting My resume. So, If you want to put My resume forward and get the money for finding them a great EA fine. If you don't... Well that's fine too" I got up and stuck out My hand to Her grabbing her eyes and never moving until she stuck her hand out too and said... "It was nice meeting you and thank you for time..."

Soooooooooooooooooooooooooo, One head hunter down and 10 million left to go. Snake in the grass people....

they put you through all this shit... filling out forms for information that is easily found in My resume that I worked HOURS on or could be online where My fucking roboform could fill it out for Me. I can't stand them.... they are so nice (exeption.. little Miss a straight pin wouldn't fit up her ass) give you the impression that you will be back at work in a day with the best job with the highest pay in the city and then............ you never hear from them again.

So anyway............ lol.. that was My job hunt week. I have call backs next week so I bought a couple of more suits for the second interviews.. cant wear the same one and suits sooooooooooooooooo Aren't Me... although Charles says I look fuckable in them. Wow... I think I look FUCKABLE in everything I wear...

KISS KISS
Ky

PS... the Subject line was a teaser to get you to read the LIJ.. did it work? :-P

Fuckable

I posted this in My LiveJournal.com space too. I have been double posting a lot because I have group of friends that write there and I like to keep up with their posts. I like the way blogger works better I think and it looks good for free which isn't the case at LJ since you have to pay to use the cool looking templates.

This week picked up a little bit on the job hunt front. I think I get fucked around a lot on the job thing but it seems that every time I get drug kicking and screaming into another job situation there is some ultimate reason that the Universe has sent Me to My new reward. Let also say that I don't always appreciate the "reward".

Once when I got a reading from this really awesome psychic in Jackson Square in New Orleans he said.. "The Universe sends you where there is Chaos. You are supposed to be there to help anchor the ley lines and by the way, you are a power thief. You have been sucking on Mine since you walked up here and I don't hold it against you because I realize now that you have no idea that you are doing it."

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHkayyyyyyyyyyyyy then!

So I had a little talk with the Universe and let it know that I was finished with My little "CHAOS Tamer, makeeveryoneelsefeelbetter position and would very much like to resign from that."

Since I'm looking for another job YET AGAIN.... I guess the little "talk" didn't go over too well. At least I found Charles and managed to crawl back to New York from Lousyana just in time to avoid the flood. They didn't get My "Chaos services" for that little disaster. I helped all I could from here because I do love New Orleans, I just hate that sorry excuse for a right wing, christian right, KKK loving fucking state of Lousyana.

I digress.... Yes I know I do that all the time. I had a couple of good interviews this week. One with a really cool guy in China town which won't look good on My resume and will pay less but I liked it best of course. Another with a high profile headhunter that found ME... and will put Me forward for a high profile EA position with an advertising GURU which is probably a pain in the ass but the money is FANFUCKINGTASTIC.

Then I went to this interview on Long Island with this little staffing company and GODDAMN I swear I felt like time was rolling back and I was walking into the Principals office .. AGAIN. Yes, Yes I know... You guys are all shocked that good little Me was ever in the Principals office... but you are evahhhhh so wrong because in Beaumont, Texas at Forest Park High school, there is probably a chair with a brass tag on it in memory of Me.

This woman was a trip with her little tight short haircut all curled and gelled into place and her little sensible shoes ( I know Jason, I know I should wear them too)and her just perfect for the office suit. She sat down and immediately started ripping apart My resume and wondering what a professional website was. She went on and on as I smiled and nodded at her. I went right into Domme mode and was truly amused. I started to imagine stripping her piece by piece and slowing tieing her to My favorite H FRAME at Paddles and laying all the fucking leather it would take to strip the skin off Her back.. OOOPS.. going a little too far? lol.... I felt like a Domme that is watching her slave dig itself deeper and deeper into a hole and is relishing the pain and servitude She will exact from it wayyyyyyyyy before the slave itself realizes it has just fucked itself.

After Her tirade she stood and said... well... ok... lets get you tested. At that point I hadn't really said much but, "ummm hmm.. Oh ok... and interesting." I laughed a little and she turned with a surprised look on Her face. I said.. "Look, You called Me I didn't call you and I have over 14 years experience as an Assistant and always in the Executive level. I could WRITE the tests you want to give Me and I have NO INTENTION of taking any tests OR rewriting My resume. So, If you want to put My resume forward and get the money for finding them a great EA fine. If you don't... Well that's fine too" I got up and stuck out My hand to Her grabbing her eyes and never moving until she stuck her hand out too and said... "It was nice meeting you and thank you for time..."

Soooooooooooooooooooooooooo, One head hunter down and 10 million left to go. Snake in the grass people....

they put you through all this shit... filling out forms for information that is easily found in My resume that I worked HOURS on or could be online where My fucking roboform could fill it out for Me. I can't stand them.... they are so nice (exeption.. little Miss a straight pin wouldn't fit up her ass) give you the impression that you will be back at work in a day with the best job with the highest pay in the city and then............ you never hear from them again.

So anyway............ lol.. that was My job hunt week. I have call backs next week so I bought a couple of more suits for the second interviews.. cant wear the same one and suits sooooooooooooooooo Aren't Me... although Charles says I look fuckable in them. Wow... I think I look FUCKABLE in everything I wear...

KISS KISS
Ky

PS... the Subject line was a teaser to get you to read the LIJ.. did it work? :-P