Your "AHA!" moments...

Bubble wrap is that stuff used for packaging. You press on the little bubbles, they go "pop" with a really satisfying noise and then you find yourself still sitting there four hours later in a pile of popped wrap. It's like the most addictive thing ever, like coke and heroin and LSD and Coke all blended into one disgusting concoction and pumped straight into your heart

Oooooooooooohhhhhhhh yyyeeeeeeeaaaaaahhhhh!

Sex on bubble wrap? How cool would that be?
 
In that time, I have applied for 46 suitable vacancies and have two interviews in the near future.
1.) What made those 46 positions "suitable vacancies?" They had the pay, perks and prestige you want/demand? Since you didn't get those positions, were they actually suitable? Or was it perhaps that *you* weren't suitable for *them?* Which leads to ...


Seriously, mate, if you want the job you have to get clued up about how it works. You don't seem to really understand what the civil service is or the difference between a Govt. Department and a Ministry. Plenty of people being interviewed for the job will be savvy enough to know. And the interviewers will not miss that point.

WHAT difference? I confused the Department of Defense with the Ministry of Defense - not exactly a world-ending slip, considering "department" and "ministry" mean the same damn thing for all intents and purposes - and being in the civil service just means you're working to keep the government running.
...2.) Perhaps in the dictionary, "department" and "ministry" mean the same damn thing for all intents and purposes, but I will guarantee you that members of those two types of organizations will vehemently disagree with you, and the people doing the hiring in them will most definitely not be interested in someone who doesn't know the essential differences.

Note: Boldnesses minimized and several times replaced with underscores, just as a palliative for Keroin. :p
 
1.) What made those 46 positions "suitable vacancies?" They had the pay, perks and prestige you want/demand? Since you didn't get those positions, were they actually suitable? Or was it perhaps that *you* weren't suitable for *them?*

Probably me, though I can't say I thought much about them after a week or so.

...2.) Perhaps in the dictionary, "department" and "ministry" mean the same damn thing for all intents and purposes, but I will guarantee you that members of those two types of organizations will vehemently disagree with you, and the people doing the hiring in them will most definitely not be interested in someone who doesn't know the essential differences.

Please explain, what is the essential difference between a department and a ministry? It may be completely obvious, but I don't see it and I doubt it's going to come up either. And bring it to the message box as well, I hate seeing bad things happen to good threads.
 
Thought I’d throw in a physical aha moment just to steer the train back onto the tracks a little.

When I was first learning to jet ski in the surf, I kept continually getting bowled over and shit kicked. The problem was that in order to get out to where the clean waves were I had to punch through a bunch of real messy ones. I was training with fellow stunt people, with far more experience than I, and they kept telling me I had to give it more throttle when I found myself facing one of these messy waves.

Well, let me assure you, when a big ass, foamy wave is bearing down on you, the last thing your brain is thinking is ā€œOooo, I want to hit this thing faster!ā€

Anyhoo, after I don’t know how many rescues and lungs full of saltwater, I’m out there again, heading into a churning giant. I leaned forward to brace myself and very accidentally burped the throttle as I did. POP, over the top of the wave I went.

*Lightbulb comes on*

I tried it again with the next wave, just giving the throttle a little hit right before the apex and…POP…over I went as smooth as butta. I started laughing. I couldn’t believe the answer had been so easy; the only thing that had kept me from seeing it was my fear.

I’ve since learned that in every motor sport, the throttle is indeed your friend and, nine times out of ten, it is backing off or braking that gets you into trouble.
 
I don't remember when or where, but I can say it was late teens when I realized that people around me AREN'T staring and they don't care what I'm doing.

Very freeing - I didn't have to be so self conscious all the time.
 
I don't remember when or where, but I can say it was late teens when I realized that people around me AREN'T staring and they don't care what I'm doing.

Very freeing - I didn't have to be so self conscious all the time.

People do stare at me. My ex used to think that I was paranoid. Until I started pointing it out every time. It's makes me very anxious. I had a friend tell me once it was because of my boobs. But your boobs are the same size as mine. God I must just be really weird looking..LOL
 
People do stare at me. My ex used to think that I was paranoid. Until I started pointing it out every time. It's makes me very anxious. I had a friend tell me once it was because of my boobs. But your boobs are the same size as mine. God I must just be really weird looking..LOL

Or maybe you just have one of those magnetic personalities. Some people draw eyes, you see it all the time.

Or maybe they stare at me and I don't realize it cause it makes me creeped out. A survival technique.

Either way, it helped me get to the point where I don't care what people think about me or what I'm doing.
 
As little as I want to sound contrary, I still get a lot of stares. And it ain't because they like what they're seeing, I'll put it like that.
 
Two semi- (at least) epiphanies:

1) When I was getting divorced from number 1, I started dating the lady who would become number 2, who was an early elementary education teacher (specializing in grades K-3). I mentioned at some point in our dating that I had always wanted to teach history or English, and thought I'd be good at them, because I had an interest, maybe a passion, for them, but had never done anything about it. After a lot of talking on the subject, I decided to go back to school to learn to be a teacher.

The epiphany: If there's something you really want to do, and think you could do it well, give it a freakin' shot!

2) Toward the middle of my eleventh year of teaching, when I was nearly clinically insane from the stresses of my personal life combined with the stresses of my professional life, I had decided I would teach another year and a half, to get to twelve years when I could get a full retirement benefit. For a number of reasons, I got out at ten and a half years, damn the full benefit, and got out of the marriage as well.

The epiphany: If you're doing something you want and like to do, but the inside (administrative bullshit, paperwork, etc.) and outside pressures (personal life issues) are ruining it, get the hell out and save your sanity.
 
I wanna be hideous like you. :rolleyes:

Say that again and you won't get cookies for a week. :mad:

:p

Ok, ok. It is really uncomfortable though. I'm going to have to learn to ignore it like you do.
 
Never! They only stare at me because I look strange and...that's not really going to be a comfort, is it?

Well it depends. Strange can be good or bad. Why do you think you look strange?
 
Ok, ok. It is really uncomfortable though. I'm going to have to learn to ignore it like you do.

I can imagine. I'd suggest staring back, but I don't see you as being the type to do that.

Honestly, I have noticed that if there's a roomful of people and someone needs help with this, that, or the other thing they'll ask me. It seems like they seek me out sometimes. I think people are drawn to nice people, and you're a nice person. In a world of assholes, nice people stand out.
 
Well it depends. Strange can be good or bad. Why do you think you look strange?

I haven't cut my hair in over six months, all my clothes are a size too big for me and I'm far from the prettiest knife in the shed (also, I like mixing metaphors). That makes for a pretty damn strange package.

Sex on bubble wrap? How cool would that be?

Loud. Er than normal. Something I'd want to do just to say I had.
 
I can imagine. I'd suggest staring back, but I don't see you as being the type to do that.

Honestly, I have noticed that if there's a roomful of people and someone needs help with this, that, or the other thing they'll ask me. It seems like they seek me out sometimes. I think people are drawn to nice people, and you're a nice person. In a world of assholes, nice people stand out.

*nods* I know older people ask me for help a lot in the stores. I told Master maybe it's because I wear scrubs a lot. It doesn't help with the social thing though.

Yeah I'm not the type to stare at someone. I've said things to people before, if it was really bad. I don't walk with my head down or anything, but I try my best not to notice what other people are doing. If they are staring though it's kind of hard.
 
I haven't cut my hair in over six months, all my clothes are a size too big for me and I'm far from the prettiest knife in the shed (also, I like mixing metaphors). That makes for a pretty damn strange package.

When I met Master he had really long hair. He recently got 10 inches cut off it. He also wears his clothes a bit baggy. I've just always chalked it up to a city thing. People stare at him too sometimes. Maybe people just stare at everyone.
 
I can imagine. I'd suggest staring back, but I don't see you as being the type to do that.

Honestly, I have noticed that if there's a roomful of people and someone needs help with this, that, or the other thing they'll ask me. It seems like they seek me out sometimes. I think people are drawn to nice people, and you're a nice person. In a world of assholes, nice people stand out.

Wow, I'm having a dog-fucker of a day.

Forgive me but I don't understand the significance of the staring? When I go out, maybe people start at me, maybe they don't, either way I could care less. And I may seem to be staring at someone when in reality I am just having one of those thousand yard stare moments and I'm not seeing them at all. Or, I could stare at someone and be thinking, "Hm, she's wearing a red shirt, that reminds me, I've got to pick up some red paint later for that fence project!" It's all so random.

Seriously, unless someone is doing or wearing something REALLY outrageous, I hardly notice them, and, even if I do, that doesn't mean I notice them in a negative way.
 
Wow, I'm having a dog-fucker of a day.

Forgive me but I don't understand the significance of the staring? When I go out, maybe people start at me, maybe they don't, either way I could care less. And I may seem to be staring at someone when in reality I am just having one of those thousand yard stare moments and I'm not seeing them at all. Or, I could stare at someone and be thinking, "Hm, she's wearing a red shirt, that reminds me, I've got to pick up some red paint later for that fence project!" It's all so random.

Seriously, unless someone is doing or wearing something REALLY outrageous, I hardly notice them, and, even if I do, that doesn't mean I notice them in a negative way.

Sorry to hijack your thread. It may not mean much to you, but to someone like me with social anxiety it's horrible. I'll shut up now.
 
*nods* I know older people ask me for help a lot in the stores. I told Master maybe it's because I wear scrubs a lot. It doesn't help with the social thing though.

Yep. Older people, children, etc. I was walking to my car from the grocery store and a woman just randomly let me know she forgot her purse. I'm easy to talk to, I guess.

Yeah I'm not the type to stare at someone. I've said things to people before, if it was really bad. I don't walk with my head down or anything, but I try my best not to notice what other people are doing. If they are staring though it's kind of hard.

I imagine.
 
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