I applied for unemployment yesterday.
Here in NV, we do it by phone, which is nice. No waiting in line, no driving across town in the sweltering heat, just pushing a few buttons on the ol' dial.
Now I have to wait for my phone interview with by adjudicator. I should be receiving a notice in the mail in the next couple days letting me know the time/date of my phone call.
I hate waiting on things like that.
I also get to file by phone, and will be doing so on Sunday. It's pretty cool that it's that automated. I've only ever collected it once before, and that was like 10 yrs ago.
What about you? Ever had to file? Is it phone-easy, or did you have to go in?
Let me know.
T.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
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Jules: Mmmm! Goddamn, Jimmie! This is some serious gourmet shit! Usually, me and Vince would be happy with some freeze-dried Taster's Choice, but he springs this serious GOURMET shit on us! What flavor is this?
Jimmie: Knock it off, Julie.
Jules: [pause] What?
Jimmie: I don't need you to tell me how fucking good my coffee is, okay? I'm the one who buys it. I know how good it is. When Bonnie goes shopping she buys SHIT. Me, I buy the gourmet expensive stuff because when I drink it I want to taste it. But you know what's on my mind right now? It AIN'T the coffee in my kitchen, it's the dead nigger in my garage.
Jules: Oh, Jimmie, don't even worry about that...
Jimmie: No, let me ask you a question. When you came pulling in here, did you see a sign out in front of my house that said Dead Nigger Storage?
Jules: Jimmie, you know I ain't seen no...
Jimmie: Did you see a sign out in front of my house that said Dead Nigger Storage?
Jules: [pause] No. I didn't.
Jimmie: You know WHY you didn't see that sign?
Jules: Why?
Jimmie: 'Cause it ain't there, 'cause storing dead niggers ain't my fucking business, that's why!
Pulp Fiction ftw, baby.
T.
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