I’m a dorkfish.
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Bad news…Ft. Lauderdale job interview did not go well. I feel bad that I flubbed the interview so badly (and boy, did I flub it*) but at the same time, I am sorta kinda OK with that. There will be other jobs. And I do like where I am currently at.
Christ on a rocket, my legs ITCH.
I must remember that if we are out near the swamps that mosquitoes see me and shriek, “BUFFET!” My legs look like I have a severe case of the measles. At least I have a reason that I couldn’t sleep last night. Or rather, a reason that isn’t my brain chattering away like a meth-addled chipmunk.
Sleepless in Austin….again.
I tossed and turned all night long. Sometime around midnight, the AC stopped blowing cold air and so I tossed, turned and sweated into my mosquito bites. Benadryl was found and consumed. Still itched. Couldn’t sleep. Tossed, turned, sweated. Didn’t want to turn the AC down because that would affect others in the house who are sensitive to cold. Tossed. Fuck…got up, drank *more* Benadryl.
Finally drifted off around 130….only to awaken at 2AM with a screaming nightmare. I don’t know if I woke anyone else up but jeebus, I never want a dream like that again. I don’t recall much. Just the fear and the feeling of being slowly digested. I’m sure it was my mind dealing with the itch/pain in my legs. Holy shit, sometimes I think my brain hates me.
* – flub /fluhb/
verb , flubbed, flub·bing
–verb (used with or without object)
1. to perform poorly; blunder; bungle
He flubbed the last shot and lost the match.
2. a blunder. To botch; bungle. The act or an instance of botching or bungling
Their literature leans toward a comedy of small social flubs and withered chastity.
3. To confuse DNS and DHCP during an interview for a network testing gig.
I’m sure the interviewer rolled his eyes when I flubbed that up like that.