I finally remembered to bring my USB cord to work today so I could download some pictures onto my computer. Now, tell me this. Why is the software already on Windows far easier than the crap software that came with my computer? It took me an hour to navigate the software on the home computer, whereas here, it was clickity-click-click, done. Hm. Thanks, Bill. Gates, I mean.

And so, Jenn's Mediocre Slide Show begins.



Here we have me mudda. On St. Paddy's day; her birthday. This is probably the worst picture ever taken of her, but I assure you she's not that hideous. She's just drunk.






Of course, a new digital camera means a lot more pictures of my cat. As you can see, she loooooves being photographed, especially with the flash on. There must be something about my camera, and this is a pretty bad picture of her, too. I swear my cat doesn't have four chins. It's just the angle. Never fear, though, there are plenty more where that came from!





Hm, okay, well, that settles it, then. My camera takes shitty potraits. This is, as most of you know, Mr. Wonderful. The love of my life, the ying to my yang. Hm.

Really, I'm only putting this up to get him back for falling asleep after.. uhm, pleasuring him, last night.





Oh! I nearly forgot. My parents have moved their summer trailer here. This was the campground that I spent most of my summers at growing up. Their site is right on the beach. The good news is that they are about a 30 minute drive from where I live, but the bad news is, well..





Ah, yes. Another cat picture. I'm sure this one damaged her retinas, but she doesn't seem to mind.









The obligatory baby picture. I'm posting this without premission from the mom, but if she'd like me to remove it, I will. But I figure, it's never too early to start Internet dating. I mean, look at him. A mullet and a grey sweatsuit? It's irresistible!!

But seriously, look at that face. I could eat him up.





I was a parent retreat for work this past weekend, and we were staying in chalets close to this beach. Those are white caps, by the way, it's ice.

I was planning on exploring this beach solo, but a coworker hijacked my walk and we went together. So I didn't get as many cool beach shots as I was hoping, but at least we got a good walk in.






I did manage to snap this shot, though. Fire, animals and nudism are probably my three favorite things on a beach. Fucking facists!











I took these next two pictures after discovering the 'digital macro' function on my camera. I mean, after taking pictures of my socks and other mundane things. This is rotting wood, and the other is, obviously, a knot. These may end up in a frame somewhere, someday.










I saved the best for last. I took this one morning as I was standing on my 2nd floor balcony. It turned out better than I expected.








So, unfortunately no titty shots yet. But I'm sure they'll be coming soon. There were a few nipple shots, actually, but I deleted them lest I accidentally showed my camera to someone.

So, I blew my tax refund on a digital camera. I've had a regular film camera for a while now - and may still use it - but I felt it was time join the 21st century. I've had my eye on it for a while now, and I love it. I'm still learning all the features. I discovered the macro function last night, and that is really fun! Granted, the only interesting close ups I got were of my socks and my sheets, but the possibilities are endless. I'm spending the weekend in a chalet on the beach, so there's got to be some good photo ops there.


Speaking of photo ops, there is a possibility that I may appear on your local news station tonight. I attended a press conference for work, and since we were the only non-media people attending, the media took plenty of video and pictures of us. Actually, at one point, our president used the term "coloured people", and I had to surpress my look of horror while the cameras were on me. Good grief. I should play poker.

A couple of posts coming today, but for write now, let's take a look at Jude Law's massive bulge.

I don't like colds.

I should have taken a sick day this week, however my need to attend meetings trumped my head cold, and here I am, with my pile of tissues. On the upside, I have 2 days of vacation this week, and I'm going home to visit with my folks. Also, I got my income tax check, so maybe I'll do a bit of shopping. Maybe. I'm just looking forward to the pedicure on Friday. Ahhh. Massage chairs.

More on George Micheal, later.

But for now - I am now gainfully employed until at least July of 2007. Though I didn't get the job I interviewed for on Monday, another co-worker did, so I'm going into his position. More money than I'm making now, and less work. Sweet.

So, after all the worrying, arguing, headaches, and associated nastiness; it all worked out in the end.

And now, back to your regularly sheduled babe-o-rama:

I came last night from a night out a bit cranky, and a lot tired. On my bed, there sat a Penthouse. "I see you've been busy", I said. Mr. Wonderful replied "I got it for you." Yah, right, I thought, as I flipped a few pages. "You have to guess why I got it for you". As he said the last few words, I read three words on the front cover, and my mood instantly changed. "Dawn and Drew!" I squeaked and I tried to find the interview.

At that point, I remember going to their site earlier in the day where they had mentioned the interview in Penthouse (complete with a picture of their grandparents reading the magazine). I read the article before going to bed last night. It's about their relationship, their uncensored podshow, and podcasting in general. What a treat.

The boobs, I suppose, were a bonus.

So, I'm just going through my archives, and I find this picture. It's so utterly fucking fantabulous that it bears to be posted again. Nice tan, Igor.

So, the post dated cheque that should never have been cashed was reversed. Of course, the whole fiasco made one of my other cheques bounce, so, well, ya. There ya go. I'm usually very pro-technology, but I would have appreciated a pair of human eyes to spot that a few days ago.

Onto nicer things. I watched the last half of House last night, and I have such a hard on for that guy. He's so mean and smart and crazy. He's sort of like MW, without the intelligence. (I kid, I kid!)

Anyway, feast your eyes on this creation:

So, hey, guess what?

Did you know that there is nothing preventing a bank from cashing a post dated cheque before it's date?

It's true! A man in Indian who cannot speak English told me so. Sort of. Actually, the Internet told me. The man in India just informed me that one of my cheques bounced.

Ugh.

So, The Big Interview was today. I didn't prepare much - how can you when you already work there? - but the interview was easier than I expected. I have no better idea now than before if I have a chance at the job. It's just the waiting game.

So, maybe foolishly, I spent all my money (literally) on a new 'power suit'. I figured I needed something new to impress the people I see on a daily basis. So, it's a pretty rockin' suit, but now I am sans funds until Thursday. Damn. Double damn.

On a good note, my huge tax return arrived today... at my parents house. Fuckity fuck fuck. I hate being rich...but...not.

Hm. So. I'm not sure what to write. I've been staring at my monitor with a thousand thoughts buzzing around my head.

I'm being interviewed next week for the job I applied for here. I have never interviewed at a place I've already been working at, so I find the whole situation a little confusing.. a little awkward. On one hand, I have an advantage because I already work here, so I know the ins and outs, and know the people I'd be working with. On the other hand, maybe they will expect more from me during the interview because I have that advantage. Also, my biggest strength during an interview is my (*cough*) sparkling personality, but they already know me. Anyone got any pointers?

Things in terms of getting rid of the apartment are looking good. I had two people look at the place last night (hoorah! They actually showed up!). Both of them wanted it, but one wrote me this morning to say she's backing out because it doesn't have a bathtub. So, it rests on Art. He is the brother of a friend of a friend, so I don't really know him, but would be able to track him down if he fucked me over on rent. He's meeting with the Chow tonight to get her approval. Hopefully, all goes well. It's been the cause of... shall we say... some stress in the household, so I'll be glad to get it over with.

So, how's this for an awkward social situation. How do you act when you are faced with the possibility of leaving your employer? My contract is nearly over, and if I do not get this job, I'll be leaving. The incomming girl I've been replacing shows up every now and again, and she's excited to come back. But I can't help but feel slighted when people seem happy she's returning. There are some people that really want me to stay on, in some capacity, but it's weird trying to put on a happy face when I'm facing another visit with pogey. Again, any suggestions on how to handle this?

In the midst of it all, Mr. Wonderful have adopted the mantra of "two more months...two more months'. Though, we have worked it out a bit more positively: Four more pays, one GST check, and one Income Tax Refund. That makes it a bit easier to swallow. But I swear to go, if our oven breaks one more time, I'm going to lose it.

Okay, one last awkward social situation question: How does one delicately re-enter the home after storming out in a huff? Let's say someone got pissed off and decided the best thing to do was to go for a brisk walk for 45 minutes to cool off and gain composure, which may or may not have worked, entirely. What do you say or do when you walk back in the house, and face the source of your pissiness?

I washed dishes.