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01 August 2013 @ 12:19 am
You know how you and I have this thing about if I didn't have bad luck, I'd have no luck at all? You know how I'm supposed to be moving back to Montana to start my PhD? Well, about that. . .

Let me tell you about my July hell trip to Bozeman. It all started on the 4th. I bent over funny to light a firework. My back is still fucked up and I've had to take weeks off from work now because of it, but that's not all.

I am a day late getting to Montana because of car trouble. It was one of those stupid things that just happens, and for normal people it's a hassle, but for me it's 200 miles into a 600 mile drive. . .

I begin my journey with a fucked up back and can't take anything but tylenol when I'm driving. I go to Bozeman, things seem to be going well, besides the pain and my rotten luck with shitty restaurants that had deceptively positive Yelp and TripAdvisor reviews, and that's when I'm getting these calls that I'm not passing the credit check and can't get these places. I can understand that at the fairly posh place I checked out, but when that shit was going down at the low income apartments, I was stumped. In the middle of this madness, I wind up in the ER because of the pain and the doc says that I shouldn't be driving the 1.5 hours back to my dad and stepmom's place, let alone braving it back to Bumfuck, WA. So I wind up passed out on pain meds for two days where the folks live at the local motel because I hurt so bad that I can't even get up the steps into the house!

A couple of days recuperating and I barely manage to drive my ass back home.

At this point I have:

A) Given notice at my job
B) Given notice to my landlorrd


During my more lucid moments, I get ahold of my landlord and am able to stay, phew! Get ahold of my soon to be former boss and can stay on payroll as a sub, because she's found someone for my previously vacated position.

What's that about classes? Thank the stars for my kick ass department. They're sympathetic, so I can do at least this semester online.

It's the credit check shit that slays me. Turns out one of my student loan servicers (that's all I had to say, huh?) has reported that I haven't paid them in 18 months. I knew for a fact that I was in good standing with them. It takes hours to get through to someone with brain enough to listen to what I have to say so that I can get them to correct their fuckup, which I learn will take them 60-90 days to report to the credit assholes, and who knows how long it will take to get the credit assholes to update their shit.

I knew things were going way too well. I was just waiting for the shoe to drop. If there's not an ugly amount of hardship with anything good that happens to me, it's not my life.
02 July 2013 @ 04:25 pm
Holy Crapspackle.

It's 104 degrees out there (40 C) today. Totally overwhelming my car's air conditioner.

Now I've got to go to work when this heat's got me feeling like a wet noodle.

30 June 2013 @ 01:43 am
Holy crap, things are going quickly around here. I'm searching for a new place to live, registered for classes this fall, scheduling my research trips, booking movers. . . I'm also hoping to find a place that will let me have a cat. I've been talked into taking one of the library kittens. This is all so exciting.

Yesterday was the one year anniversary of my house fire. It's been a hell of a year and a lot has happened. As hard as it's been, things seem to be turning out okay.

Now, to get geared up for a move and taking classes again.
14 May 2013 @ 12:35 am
One thing I appreciate about my current day job is job cat. Her name is Carmen and she had a litter of six kitten on April 12. Well, the kitten/cat to work productivity is way down, but that's okay because they're cuter than hell! The only thing is now the kittens are big enough to escape their confines in the boss' office. We found one of the little fuzzies out and about where it wasn't supposed to be today. Oh, the cuteness is worth going to work. Kitties!
27 April 2013 @ 02:00 pm
April is Girl Scout month. I put on a workshop as part of a STEM conference they do. The last couple of years I've done a mock forensic anthropology case, which has always gone great. This year, I did forensic facial reconstruction. Can you say supercool?

I recruited a friend, and we made a latex mold, poured all of the casts, glued on all of the tissue depth markers, and had 15 skulls ready to go for the girls.

The workshops were only an hour, but it was amazing to see recognizable human faces leaving the classroom.

I also wound up being the last minute keynote speaker for the conference as well. It was a good talk.

Good times.
22 March 2013 @ 11:30 pm
Wow, I've never had my eyes dialated before today. Went in for an appointment since I can't see the stuff on the bottom shelf at the library and decided that this mild-mannered coroner needed new glasses and contacts. Lo and behold, while I'm staggering around out in the lobby feeling like I'm tripping because of my sudden presbiopic (sp?) state I'm informed that my trial contacts are going to take ten days to two weeks to arrive and my glasses will take the same. I've never been to an eye appointment, especially a contact appointment, where I've left unable to see. So, dialation, no contacts, no glasses. And I get to go to my day job in the morning still not able to see the books on the bottom shelf. Crap!

On a high note, I've been having marvelous luck developing my own negatives in my tiny little bathroom. At least that is when I'm not dropping parts of the developing tank and film leaders down the drain. Oops! I've only taken the pipe off the sink three times now. If I can remember the username and login for my photobucket account, I'll have to post some pics.

Maybe it will quit snowing and raining long enough so I can go out and take some new photos.
09 March 2013 @ 04:29 am
Every time I turn around I wind up with another case of the crud from people who come into my day job and insist on spreading their wintertime diseases and illnesses instead of staying the fuck home like they should. Assholes.
14 February 2013 @ 10:47 am
Remember Dipshit? The one who wanted desperately to be a deputy coroner? Well, when she was told that we had a full roster and couldn't take on any new staff, she just exploded. The secretary who broke the news said Dipshit was crying and carrying on about how she'd told all of her friends and family that she was going to be a coroner and how dare we do this to her. All I have to say is thank the stars that the department dodged the Dipshit bullet.
14 February 2013 @ 10:42 am
I've been sicker than the proverbial dog since the start of the year. When you work part time in a library like I do when I'm not doing my coroner thing, you're exposed to various plagues on a continual basis. People just like to come in and cough all over and wipe their snotty hands all over everything. It doesn't seem to matter how many times a day I wash my hands and diligently make sure I don't touch my face, I've been waylaid with one thing after another.

Finally starting to feel somewhat better today, but I'll probably have to go in tomorrow and face the plague hoards again since one of my coworkers is sick.
21 December 2012 @ 11:49 pm
Well, looks like we all survived the end of the world, again.

I'm back from the last Fishmas party of the season. These things are exhausting. This one was the Prosecutor/Coroner party, which is by far the most fun of all the ones that I go to. We usually have it at a local brewery, which is a blast. While I was there, I got to catch up with the other deputy coroners and people I work with at the office. I also got to meet Dipshit, the new office intern. You know how there are people that the second you meet them you want to punch their lights out because they're such irritating, loud, over-the-top, know it alls? Well, Dipshit is their leader. Dipshit wants to become a deputy coroner. Dipshit thinks it's all fun and games and a way to be overbearing and smarter than everyone else in front of a bunch of people who've just lost their loved one. Dipshit gets off on the idea of the little bit of power that goes with the job and the badge. Sorry Dipshit, but me as chief deputy, and the other deputy coroners, pulled The Boss aside and let him know that we will not allow you to shadow us on our calls, which means that you're not going to get any training even if The Boss decides to let you do anything more than stay the annoying intern. I for one won't be sad to see Dipshit go when that internship is up.

What is it about some people who think that forensic science is a place for them to masturbate their egos? Believe me, the last thing a grieving family is going to put up with is a detailed lecture about drugs crossing the blood-brain barrier. They don't want to hear that shit, their dad just died! If that's the way you're going to be, go to med school and become a surgeon.

Glad to have that out of my system.

Fishmas wishes!