Friday, February 13, 2015

1 2 3 4 Tell Me That You Love Me More

Once again, I'm camped out at a Starbucks, but I'm farther back in the building far far away from the door. Mostly because it's tits cold out. Thanks arctic blast! (I guess it's not vogue to call it a polar vortex this season, that's just so last year)

It's a both more fun and less fun because I can't people watch quite as easily. I'm looking down a corridor into the sunlight, which means everyone is in silhouette-curse you light sensitive eyes!-and I can't get a good read on how nutty everyone is being. It's also a bit more fun because I can then stare at them and no one paying me any mind as then get their coffee and their pastry and strut out into that fuckall cold.

I have to go to work in a few and I'm hoping it goes better than yesterday. Nothing egregious happened, like, customer-wise. But my hands gave me some serious grief for the first time since they hired me back and it really was problematic. Luckily I was able to work around it for the most part, but I just didn't like it. Depending on how busy we are that won't always be able to happen. I will have watch repairs and won't be able to hand them off? I had some hand cramps and the tremor gave me grief and...I don't know. It just was rough. I'm hoping today is better. And tomorrow for that matter.

Andy has seemed out of sorts lately and I'm hoping that's just me being out of sorts? He says it's because he's tired and got a bunch of engineering problems on his mind. He's faux-building another robot thingy. He's also a bit pre-occupied with my lack of hobbies? The problem with my hobbies is that most of them cost cold-hard cash and I'm generally cash strapped. I'd like to get back into dancing somehow. Not even like ballroom, just some tap or ballet or something. But I haven't the extra dollars these days. I've got mah bills to pay and I've got to save for a new mouthguard because I've ground my old one into submission and it's totally useless. I've been wearing my original one from 2007 and while it works, it would be really nice to have a new one. I think my jaw would seriously appreciate it. In the meantime though, I was going to see if I could get some photo editing software or something because I would take photos again. I always did enjoy that.

What I really miss is the whole photo-on-film thing, but no one does that anymore.
Losers.

Friday, February 6, 2015

Bungy-Corded Laptop Man

The holidays have come and gone and good Jesus Christ were they rough. I got picked up for seasonal work at Fossil again, which is a good thing. They then agreed to keep me on beyond seasonal, which is also a good thing. God knows I like money.

Thanksgiving was fine.

Christmas, for some reason, knocked me on my ass. I honestly have no good reason why. Mom invited her friend Linda to stay with us for a few days and she's got MS and it was just...hard. Everything about it was hard. She's a nice lady (albeit a bit weird), but everything was hard. I think Mom was taken aback at how hard it would be.

I think I've been ditched by that staffing company that I had such high hopes for. Shocker. Once again something falls through.

I've found another one to go to, but I'm just hesitant because I really cannot take anymore heartbreak.

I've been feeling extraordinarily lonely here lately, I realized I don't have many friends to go hang out with. It's a sad realization to come to. I've joined meetup.com, but I've also got to have the balls to like...go. I keep telling myself, "Maybe next week", and next week never comes.

(As a total sidenote, I'm doing this post in a Starbucks. This bouncy guy just sat down across from me at the giant communal table I'm sitting at. He's wearing this awful striped shirt, he's got his laptop, like bungy corded to this plastic thingy and he just put on his blue-tooth headset to take his power call. He's clearly very busy and important. I'm sceptical.)

My mother is also going through this horrible work stuff and it makes being at home all the more horrible. I need to find a job or a career or something that will allow me to move out. It's making me horribly depressed. I'm thinking of going back to school for paralegal-ness.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

In Which It's A Giant Load Of Shit

I fully admit to having stayed away from here because I had a follow up interview to the law place and it was horrible and I didn't really want to talk about it.
Also, come to find out, I was actually sicker than I thought I was (according to the doctor) and so that's been really fun.

The short version of that follow up interview is that, well, I had a follow up interview with the owner of the law firm and it ended up being horrible. He asked me all sorts of inappropriate and fairly illegal questions. How do I know they're illegal, you might ask? I googled them.
Seriously. Like, all of them come up on loads of websites.

Anyway.

I answered all of his questions, mostly because I didn't really know what else to do. Had I been thinking straight, I would've been all "Listen jerk, I'm not answering this because it has absolutely nothing to do with anything and so move on".
But I didn't.
So the interview ended and I went home and felt vaguely dirty and told my mother about it and she was frothing at the mouth. Shara was not thrilled and if Andy was upset, he didn't say anything. Actually, I never got a read on how he felt on the whole thing, whether he thought I was stupid for answering or it was a trick or if he was mad at the guy or what.

Shara helped me craft an e mail that basically said "What the fuck?" in business and polite terms. In response, I got a whole lot of bullshit about protecting the company from unscrupulous people and crap like that.
Give me a motherfucking break.

That whole episode was a giant load of shit.

All I have to say is, thank Christ above I leave for vacation this week. Disneyworld and then the TCM Classic Movie Cruise. I honestly cannot wait.

Friday, October 3, 2014

Achoo

The weather here has had the nerve to go and change to something resembling "Fall".

Frankly, I'm offended. For the last few weeks before we've been lucky and it's been ridiculously nice. And when I say nice, I mean like, 70+ degrees everyday. This means I've been riding my bicycle everyday around the neighborhood, since Andy made me bring it home with me. At first I kind of thought he was being a bit silly. But with the weather being so agreeable, I couldn't help but take it for a spin.

But now? It's overcast and rainy and bullshit. And over the weekend I think we have a frost advisory.

I had a few interviews earlier in the week and I fully admit to having high hopes for them. I've gone and made the tragic error of getting my hopes up for one of the jobs. I think I'd be good at it and it would be interesting.
Needless to say, they haven't called, written or sent a carrier pigeon. I'm doing my best to not be completely distraught, but it's not going well. I've developed a bit of a cold instead and that's currently serving as an admirable distraction.

/snarfle

Thursday, September 18, 2014

In Which I Sleep In The Middle

As of late, I have been sliding off my pillows to the center of my bed, turning diagonal and letting my feet dangle off the edge of the bed. This means that I now basically sleep in the geographic center of the bed, much like my dear sweet cat Callie used to do. I feel like this means something, but I don't know what.

Last week I got a call from a staffing company and I went in for an interview. I've never worked with a staffing company before, so I wasn't sure what to expect. Come to find out, they were located right by school, so they weren't hard to find. The other thing that was nice, was the actual interview itself. I have been getting a case of the nerves lately when it comes to interviews (which is why I didn't get the last batch of jobs-well, the one job. The other one was a call center job and was weird and I didn't really want it to begin with, but that's neither here nor there.) and I didn't want to screw up this interview as well. But it seems that I did okay. The staffing woman was incredibly friendly and put me at ease. She strongly reminded me of the movie Dave, where he has his staffing agency and "Everyone works on Monday".
I don't know. It was nice. It was encouraging.
It made me tear up on the ride home. I'm just hoping she can help. I want to hold on to whatever hope she can give.

In other news, it's turned cold here in the Motor City. And by cold, I mean...60's. I was so hoping for a bit more of summer. And by summer, I mean...70's. We've gotten off pretty lucky this season, so I can't complain too much. But last week we had a few days of mid-70's in the daytime and it was absolute bliss. It was the kind of weather you want for weeks on end, you want to ride your bike in and sit outside in and do all sorts of things in. However, it looks as though Fall is here to stay and I just can't get excited about it. I'm also not excited about the potential cold Fall might have given me.

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

In Which Job Hunting Is Quite Literally The Worst

Job hunting is just the worst. The absolute worst.

I think I've been unemployed for about a month now and it seems that I've been pounding the Internet pavement forever, or so it seems. I'm doing my best to stay on a regular schedule so I don't get out of whack and I know that can happen to me real easy. I'm also trying to have a few hobbies. What I really need to do , while the weather is still nice anyway, is bring home my bicycle and ride it around.
I found duolingo.com to help me brush up on my French and Italian and that helps break up the monotony. I also aim to apply to a minimum number of jobs per day to help me feel like I've accomplished something. But I also just don't apply randomly or half-assedly. I try to be selective. It's really fun being me these days.

Anyway.

I did get a few interviews last week, which was nice. One ended up being for a call center job for a kind of odd talent agency place. I couldn't get a good read on the place - I just didn't feel right about them. It was right before the Labor Day holiday and they wanted to know if I could start the next day (the interview was Thursday). While I'm unemployed, I kinda thought that was weird? Did I come off that desperate? I told them I was going out-of-town with my family for the weekend-which isn't out of the question given the holiday weekend thing-and they immediately backed down and I ended up not getting the job that same day.
Like I said. Kinda weird. Turns out Andy had an interview there for an IT gig and he got the same kinda weird/sketch vibe and they also wanted him to start the next day and he was like...no.

I also had an interview with a small auto parts seller near-ish the house. I don't think I came off well in the interview because I haven't heard back since. I already wrote back thanking him for the meeting. That job would've been "part-time", aka 30 hours a week. I would've liked that a lot.

What I have to focus on so far is that I've had interviews. And I have an interview this Friday with a place out in Jackson. This place would be salaried, which is kind of exciting. On the other hand, it is in Jackson.
Maybe I could move to Ann Arbor.
Joy.

Thursday, August 14, 2014

In Which The BF Gets A Name

Yesterday I went over to Andy's house. (And yes, Andy is the BF. I've decided to name him because fuck it, I'm tired of not naming him. It's not a national secret. It's a name.)

So yesterday I went over to Andy's house because we were riding together to a thing at our old theater director's  house-she was showing our high school production of Fiddler on the Roof from 10 years ago. In the process of getting to Andy's house, I got a bit lost. I have obviously been there loads of times before having been dating for the past few years. However, Michigan being Michigan and Summer being Summer-there are loads of orange barrels everywhere.
This means that while I called for directions because I've never done this particular confusing exit correctly, I still managed to screw it up due to a bit of mis-communication and a bit of directional difficulty. Andy was kind of annoyed, which in turn annoyed me because he really should have seen this one coming.

I've been geographically challenged since birth. Driving has only made it worse. And while I can listen to the radio and rock out to some excellent music while I sit in unexpected traffic or look for that exit I should've taken the first time, it doesn't excuse the fact that I've now added 20 minutes to my trip. Rarely does it make me late, but it always makes me tired. It's just exhausting being lost. I'm always calling for directions and my father and learned over the years to take it in stride. Usually Andrew is pretty good about it. My mother doesn't get it at all, she spends her time trying to "teach" me where I am.
Trust me lady, it's far too late for that. One road really is just as good as another. I have the directional ability of a pet rock and it's fine with me.
I tend to measure directions by landmark, number of songs or my somewhat photographic memory. As in "...I think I've been lost somewhere around here before," I say while driving. I then drive some more and the recognize vet's office or an out-of-business toy shop and go "Yes! Turn left!" and resume going in the right direction, merrily forgetting my misfortune. These memories come up while other people drive and then they go, "You've never been here, crazy".
Secret tiem-Yes. Yes, I have. Just not on purpose.

It's exhausting, getting lost. I'll just take a right up here, thanks. It looks like a nice road and whether I'm supposed to be on it or not, who knows. I'm sure I'll get to where I'm going at some point. Who knows. One road is just as good as the next.