Hey there sugar babies
Looking for a job is incredibly frustrating. But I have the love and support of pretty much everyone around me. But still it is an incredibly disheartening task, finding a job. Why can't one just fall in my lap. That would be super.
So, I am going to try to get my mind off of it. I am going to go to an art gallery opening soon.
Added bonus: the gallery owner is incredibly cute. I am going to read more. My house is already clean (unemployment forces you to take a good hard look at your surroundings). I wish the rest of the art gallery was open. I miss my Monet.
And I am going to try and re-connect with some people I have been slacking off on being a good friend to. I did send out the "Know you are loved" postcards already.
Because a drug habit is too expensive and no one has volunteered for my hari kari adventure.
PS - It's FALL and I love it. The trees behind my house are starting to change. Ahh, love autumn.
The Rant
I am allowed to get angry now. I have currently been unemployed for as long as I have ever been unemployed post college. My temp agency is slacking off. All they are offering me is menial crap that a monkey or the drug addicted could do. I have a degree people, seriously.
I went on another interview today and even before I got there I knew exactly what it was going to be like. I went on one very similar to this, two actually. The job was to basically sell things door to door (or business to business rather), with a full day second interview/trial to follow. How many of these companies are out there. I went on the second day trial once, it was god awful.
ARE THERE NO JOBS FOR THE EDUCATED OUT THERE ANYMORE!!!!????
What is That Smell?
I worked today and will for the next 10 days or so. I am working for a research company doing phone work. And yes, it is as humiliating as it sounds. But the people are nice because they have done this before and are therefore more receptive. I only got 4 immediate refusals all night. But that wasn't the worst part. The woman that trained me...She had a smell. Not BO, not mothballs...Death. I remember the same smell from when I was visiting doctor's offices when I was young enough to still believe that I could be a doctor. I was part of a program. That's where I saw my first pap and colonoscopy.
Anyway, this woman had the smell of one particular office, can't remember his specialty though. The one who did skin and bone graphs. That smell of death was in everything. This woman is perfectly nice, but she smells noxious and I fear she is rotting from the inside out. She will explode someday and I will be there to be covered in bowel. I have seen CSI, I know what happens. It is bad.
Thankfully, a few hours in, she went to work in the next room. I was able to breathe again.
You know what sucks...This
Week in Review:I hate searching for jobs. I go on interview after interview, but nothing is right. The one I went on today sounded ok when I talked to the guy on the phone but it was a sales job. I do not do sales. So I will continue to do temp work.
One of my fans suggested phone sex artistry. Ick. No. Maybe if I am desperate.
So we found out who Anonymous was. He is a friend of the LLS. Very nice guy, would make a great friend and writing mentor since he has written a novel or two and teaches English.
Other than that I have been applying for jobs and wallowing. I have not turned to drugs or alcohol yet, so I think I am doing well. I have also made a realization:
I am not qualified for anything.
This has left me with a few options:
Hari Kari (I will need a volunteer to cut off my head)
Move back home and work in a Dairy Queen
Become a hired gun
I need to work harder at finding a sugar daddy.
I went out with OFJ a few times this week and one night we went out with an old friend of ours from high school. He looks almost exactly the same, more filled out maybe and a lot less scary. Apparently one of his friends thought I was kind of nifty so we are all doing a wine night sometime.
Oh, and the Ultimate Crush left for Korea tonight, without one last date with me, without a goodbye hug or kiss.
Bah!
Sunday, 9 something
There has been an ongoing debate in the comments section of this blog. It has to do with a certain anonymous commenter who refuses to reveal himself (gender has been confirmed). I would just like to say that I like many things in this world: Rocky Road ice-cream, peach-champagne gellato from Gellato d'Italia, a good laugh, a good beer, a dry red wine, my mom's fried chicken and lasagne, going to the art museum alone and sitting in front of the Monet, a clear sky, a cool breeze, holding hands.
I do not, however, like playing games and while it was fun to speculate who you are, it's not fun anymore. It's time for the reveal, "Move that Bus," and tell me who you are. I have things to do.
The Joy of Working
I like to work, I really do, especially after 4 days to doing nothing but sitting around, watching TV. That was not fun.
I spent the day taking electronic surveys at Moe's downtown. I was accompanied by my new friend Genevieve, who is super cool and just moved here from Texas. We talked the entire time and had a blast. The fact that Moe's is staffed by the cute and sweet did not detract from the day either. It was a good day.
I kept getting calls all day too. I am now scheduled for 2 interviews and have to schedule a third. But doesn't that rock? I just sent out my resumes on Wednesday. Bow down before the power and might of my past work experience. Hazah!
PS - If Anon will reveal him or herself (I think I know who it is, maybe), I will buy them dinner.
Play It Again, Sam
I was driving today and heard two songs that were attached to two relationships I had in the past. The odds against this occurring are staggering, considering how old these songs are (5-8 years at least). I just wonder if it is a sign. I believe in signs, good and bad. Maybe I will see these men again. But since the last I heard of them, they were out of state, I really don't see that happening.
I was going throughone of my memory boxes, filling albums with pictures and reliving the past. I was really depressed in my younger days, or I just wrote when I was sad. I am going to go with the latter. I found the beginnings to one of my early attempts at a novel. It has promise, but needs to be fleshed out a lot more. As I read through all my notes, this sense of the familiar washed over me. It was a sense of fear, boredom, excitement and sadness. Ah, high school. All I could do was finish reading, remember how I was feeling when I wrote these things, what was happening and sit. I couldn't bring myself to do much else. Oh, yeah, and I drank.
The albums are almost full and I have to wonder, didn't I have a lot more pictures of college and where are all these people now? I hope they are happy and safe.
Since I don't know, I will just hum my songs and think happy thoughts.
I am working tomorrow.
PS - Unemployment is incredibly boring. I was bored out of my skull by Tuesday. I don't know how some people can go years without working.
Day 3
I applied for at least 20 jobs today. I am exhausted and hungry.
Unemployment, Day 2
So, my entire family is being very supportive of my semi-self imposed unemployment. And that rocks, usually, they would be on my case, calling every 5 minutes to see how the job search was going. But they are being so laid back about it. Either they are on some really good drugs (and I want some...sharing is caring) or they think I am an adult, which I don't even think, and therefore it's not true. Yes, I pay income tax and have a car, but I certainly do not think of myself as an adult
So, I decided to take a day for myself today. It's the only one I will not spend searching for, applying for and following up on jobs (although I called my job counseler this afternoon to check in). Tomorrow begins the massive search. I decided this because I was hung over and yeah...
I went to Brett and Wes's house last night for dinner. It was great. We talked and laughed and ate Brett's delicious food. He is very culinary and makes very strong gin and tonics. We also broke out this bottle of wine I gave them when they moved into their beautiful house. I want this house. It's huge, has like 25 rooms and a great backyard. And their landlords are like family to them now and that is what I want. I had a great time.
I mailed the thank you note today. I am a lady, you know.
Ah, Joblessness
Today was my first day of unemployment. I had an interview with the staffing agency this morning and am already up for a few jobs. I came home, cleaned the house and organized my former office stuff (what am I going to do with 500 TSA business cards?). I clean a lot when I am unemployed. Now I am going to nap before my dinner with friends.
Dating the Gay Guy
I was watching "On the Line" (I know) tonight and it got me thinking. Lance Bass, star of said movie, just came out. How does the love interest in the movie (I know they aren't really in love, but in film, there has to be that element of believability, that's why I don't watch Anne Heche movies, all I see is the crazy) feel about all that or even his former girlfriends?
And then it got me thinking about the gay boy I dated. His name was Matt. We were sophomores in college. He had great eyes (you could see the individual lines of blue and green, oh). And the person he dated after me was a man in the theatre department who was a screaming queen.
I think all women should have an experiance like this one, it masks you stronger and gives you great party stories. Yup, I turned a boy. What a riot.
Tells you something about my feminine wiles, uh?
But, back to Lance. How do other women who have turned dates onto same-sex relationships feel about this? It's an interesting question that I put to you today. Would you rather not have known, maintained a relationship with this man and lived a lie? Or would you rather have the truth come out (ha!), live through it and make jokes about it later? Is ignoramus bliss, or does the truth set you free?
Oh, my day
When Kathy the Uber Non-Troll Troll (this is a new title) came into my office today and told me that she wouldn't be able, or willing, to print out the materials I sent here for tomorrow's meeting and that I would have to make copies of all my research, I was a little upset. She basically said that my work, my job was not worth her time or consideration. Considering she comes to my meetings, takes up space and copies and contributes nothing but an annoying vocal tone, I don't have much use or respect for her.
All people should have a purpose if they choose to make themselves part of your work life. Especially if this work takes 9-12 hours a day. And I don't like being a tree killer. So, simply put, she can bite me.
Review of the Week:
Almost Famous, starring
Patrick Fugit,
Kate Hudson and
Billy Crudup.
I love this movie, I have it in my collection. The story of a young man trying to find himself while on tour with and up and coming rock band is a dream of mine. It inspired me to become a journalist (along with those 2 years of journalism classes in high school). I wanted to work for Rolling Stone when I saw it. And while I don't want to work for Rolling Stone anymore (ok, yes, I really do) I would love to do what William did...travel with a band, record and write. That, my friend would be heaven.
Newses
As you may have read before in this very blog, I do not like my job very much and haven't for a long time. For one thing, I do not have a marketing background nor the attitude required for the position. I cannot see myself there for years to come, so today I gave my 2 weeks notice. Yes, it is shocking, but I am not worried. I have money saved up and I am calling an employment agency that I have gone through before tomorrow. Since I graduated college, I have only been unemployed for a total of 5 weeks. And I really don't count the first week 'cause it was my "I just graduated fun" week. I have been looking at Monster.com for the past couple of weeks and the jobs that I am looking for are out there, so again, I am not worried.
OK, yes, I am. I am scared to death. I have never been unemployed while living on my own. But plenty of people do it. I will be ok.
Because when I made the decision, it felt like a huge weight was lighted from me and the knot in my stomach loosened up a little.
And mom... I know.
Monday, Part II
Not only are my toes painted red, but they are a fetching shade of cheap hooker red. Yeah, I'm on a lunch/caffeine high.
Still need a nap.
It's Monday, blah, blah
It is Monday here in the Middle, I don't like being up this early, especially since I am at work, working, and do not feel very good. It could be that I haven't been up at this time in about 3 days but I am going to blame it on the fact that it's Monday. The day is already draggin'.
I need a nap.
It's Almost Midnight, Do You Know Where Your Sleep Is?
No more caffeine after 5pm.
Shake It, Bake It and Shake It Again
I am out of Shake-N-Bake. Although I have never been one to shake my Shake-N-Bake. I am more of a Sprinkle-N-Bake kinda gal. And now I'm out. That's a little depressing. Also I discovered that when I had the Dishwasher that didn't wash dishes in my house, I had hidden all the stuff it didn't clean in an under-cabinet, very absentmindedly. Now I have to wash them all again with the new washer, because it actually washes.
Oh, my day was exciting!
Review of the Week:
Capote, Starring
Philip Seymour Hoffman and
Catherine Keener.
Good, slightly over-rated, but enjoyable nonetheless.
Tales from the Mountain Women
I had a doctor's appointment yesterday so I took the day off. I deserved it. While at the doc, I was convinced of the beauty of the day and decided not to waste it. I left the doc's office, paid $30 for gas (!) and went up to the mountains.
It was beautiful. The wind rushing through my freshly cut hair. Yes, I cut my hair on Thursday night. It is super cute.
Anyway...I went to Buffalo Bill's grave, 'cause I'm morbid and I like that sort of thing. It was fun, the giftshop was overpriced (they wanted $10/lb for fudge) but I still bought postcards. I wanted one of those really big posters Bill used to use to advertise his traveling show. No luck, just little ones.
I learned everything I would need to know about Buffalo Bill (it was a very informative museum for how small it was). Very cool guy. He, among other things, advocated women's and Native American rights.
I went to a buffalo restaurant for lunch. I always pass this place and never go so this was the perfect opportunity. The buffalo was a little dry, but the fries were great.
Lots of people took the day off, the restaurant was packed. I sat on a landing and observed small and large groups coming in and out. It will be fall soon, might as well get out while you can. That is what the Middle is for.
Let's talk about the joy of buffalo for a minute. They may not be cute, but they sure do taste good. Buffalo hot dogs, meatloaf, BBQ sandwiches...Heaven.
Then I explored the town for a while. You wouldn't believe what passes as real estate these days. Historic mining structure = shack on land requiring a 4x4 to get to. The real estate office was next to the ice cream parlor.
Anyway, I went to some very cute stores and bought a tee shirt that I have been trying to get from a long time. I tried making it, buying it online...It says "Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy." Sage advice.
Then I napped.
Good things come to those who wait
Good morning, happy people. You know how when all your favorite songs are on the radio and the sky is a pale blue that the day is going to be great. Well, all my favorite songs were on the radio and the sky is a beautiful blue and today is going to be super. Things transpired last night that are making me smile.
Oh, and I have a date.
Far...So Very Far
Everyone is moving. YSK (Youngest Sister K) moved, I helped, a few blocks from her old house. Daria moved closer to lover boy Jamie and work (I did not help, but I will enjoy the fruits of her move when I attend the housewarming this month). Amy is moving to Japan and I just found out that Tommy is moving to South Korea. Isn't that amazing. T and A ::giggle:: are both teaching for a year. I think that is so cool
Tommy, was my first college crush. I saw him on my first day and was smitten. I saw him every now and again for the next couple of years until Buddha smiled on me and we ended up in the same film classes. Oh, glorious was the day. We sat together, it was the highlight of my day (both the class and seeing and joking with him). One time after class he asked me out. I had to say no cause I was dating The Ass. But I thought about it for a minute. I totally should have gone out with him. He understands how to play "How'd They Die." Great game...anyway...Now he's moving. We share this incredibly dry, intellectual wit (he more than I, he's a smarty) and a love for all things film. I am supposed to exec produce his film. But now that he's moving to Asia it will probably change from an sleepy character study to a fast paced action/horror/sci-fi deely-bob. And he can do so much better.
Although we haven't talked in a long time (we are IMing right now), I like to think we are still close, we did survive Film Studies together, you know.
I must have him!
Hey, yo, over here
I have to tell you guys, I smell great. I got this new deodorant and I smell awesome all the time. Just thought I'd let you know.
PS - If you want to smell as fabulous as me, it's Dove
Cool Essentials Ultimate Clear Deodorant. It is divine.
