alias: devsgirl // W // Pooh thinking: not happy reading: more stuff watching: VM tonight! listening: eh lusting: everyone sucks quote: "There are certainly plenty of less painful ways to deal with stress, but really, how many times a day can you masturbate?" ~ Anderson Cooper
Yesterday was the hell of applying for federal jobs. Which I detailed in painful ranty detail at the LJ because of its handy friends-lock option. Why, yes, I am paranoid when it comes to the government and my chances of landing a job.
Today is all about non-profit organizations. Seriously, people. I'm not asking for much. Give me a damn job. Give me a damn interview. That's all I'm asking.
At this point, I really wish I had gotten a liberal arts degree so I could... I don't know... do something different with it. After all this schooling, it's almost a waste to change fields, isn't it? The uncle has offered to hire me as his office manager and said that my asking salary was pffft and that I can have the opportunity to make much more than that. But office manager? Not to knock people who like being office managers or actually are office managers. But he's in residential appraisals, looking to expand to commercial appraisals, and that has absolutely nothing to do with anything I've done in the last... um... many years. Also, it's in Queens, which means I'd have to go live with my cousins or my other aunt or even the uncle. (I actually don't like that side of the family. *sigh*)
What to do?!
At this point, it looks like nothing's gonna bite until after the new year. *TWITCHES* You do not understand how BORED I am right now, and how much I long for STIMULATION. Of any sort. I can't believe I actually WANT to WORK. WTF. *CRIES*
Have been post-holiday bluesy. Also still in my job search funk, not helped by a couple of things that happened during Thanksgiving brunch with the Dad's side. Or, I don't know... maybe it's a good thing. Will have to think about it further and hash it out on blog later for your input. omg, make decisions for me, please?! *puppy eyes*
Have been avoiding online a lot this weekend because of the funk. Have also slept A LOT, which probably isn't helping with getting over the funkiness.
Oh! And tonight was the ten year high school reunion. I threw out the invite and did everything possible to NOT go. Well... One good friend from back in the day ended up calling the parents' house. Why he still has that number, I have no freaking clue. But anyway, he guilt tripped me into making an appearance at the damn thing because this other girl I used to be really good friends with, and haven't seen in almost 9 years, only went because she thought I'd be there. RAR. So. I'm easily cajoled, dammit.
It was. Surreal. Surreal. Surreal. Cheesy. Just like on TV. Surreal. And quite a bit pathetic, actually. Will post more later, as there was much gossip to be had, and I could make a killing on the commentary. Maybe. Right now, I'm gonna go shower and wash off all the smoke from my body. Ick.
Canada is love! They have hockey, and they have new Atlantis episodes!
The Boyfriend is SO PRETTY. *drools*
Where the hell is Sylmar, CA? And am I willing to move there? Also, are they willing to pay me enough to make a move there not suicidal to the lifestyle I've grown accustomed to? Hrmph. And what about all those startups in Princeton? Will working at a smaller company be less scary than working at a big one? Sigh. And someone ask me for an interview, DAMMIT.
According to my new friend, J., at the Bux, there is another girl named Winnie. In fact, he pointed her out. And DAMMIT, she's tinier and cuter than me. RAR.
Two people in my lab got jobs already -- one in CA, one in Princeton. I have more experience than them! WTF! Stupid contacts and stupid luck hitting on openings!
There's something really amusing -- in a crazy, psycho, insane way -- about sitting in a Bux on a Saturday afternoon and being prompted over IM to "DO IT! DO IIIIIT! DO IT or I'll be really disappointed in you forever! DO IT, DAMN YOU!" for almost two hours. The DOing IT part had to do with barging in on someone's smoke break outside even though I do not smoke and Harold was sitting open on a table.
Of course, there's also something really pathetic about me sitting in a Bux for two hours and not, in fact, doing it. But I did manage to throw in a snark for free. He has to love me now, right? I mean, I snarked him, dammit.
One of these days, I'm gonna get it right. Too bad I wish he were just really flaming gay right now. That would make me feel better.
I can't believe it's not even Thanksgiving yet and I'm trying to dig my Pooh cards out of the closet. Sucks. Obviously, I need a bigger closet with more shelves and stuff so I can go to town with a labelmaker like in Gia's house.
RAR. Why am I looking for them anyway? I don't even remember the addresses for most of you...
I "updated" my resume last night on all those stupid job search databases so they'd show up as new for recruiters. So of course, I'm getting those really weird random form mail job offers. For example:
General job description: Receiving of money resources to your home! Receiving, cashing, transfer of money resources to our Company.
Dude. I could have sworn I made a clean break with the mob years ago!
Anyway, here's a bit of job search ranting. Between writing that and now, someone did call me about possible positions at a company N works for (but hates, and not in her division because this would be near Philly instead of Mahwah). *sigh*
And how much would I love to work in Mahwah, just so I can say Mahwah. Except Mahwah is over an hour from here and might give the parentals scary ideas about me moving back in with them again. Ick.
The more I think about it, the more I think I'd rather stay around Jersey than move up to MA. (This has absolutely nothing to do with the BuxBoy, either.) Boston's nice, but I think I'm in love with New York -- it sort of came to me today after I dropped Meg off at the bus station and wandered around the city for a bit.
But despite the fact that there are like a billion medical device companies around here, no one is really hiring for my "position." Grrr. And the company that I have the most experience with is in a hiring freeze until next year, so it's been rumored. I really can't hold out too long because not working will start looking bad soon. *sobs* Almost makes me wish I did mechanical instead. Or electrical. Or even chem/pharm. HATEFUL!
BuxBoy learns my name and smiles at me all the time and I spend mucho money at Bux.
Cute boy looks over in the bookstore, says the book I'm perusing is "really good" and suddenly, I'm buying it. Even though I'm not sure I actually want to read it.
RAR. I need cute boy repellent. Or maybe just my own cute boy.
Interviews were tiring. Met and talked to 5 people. While I was there, it sort of sounded like something I'd love to do -- at least the benefits package was OUTSTANDING. But after 5 hours of driving back with Meg and the further removed I am from it, the more confused I am about whether I really want to move. Of course, my brain is aching and I need to sleep on everything. They're interviewing through the week, so I'll probably hear something back next week.
Now I just need to send follow-up emails to everyone. Erm... exactly what should I write in those anyway? *wibbles*
Excuse me while I take a moment to hyperventilate here about RL stuff. Feel free to move on.
AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG.
Okay. I feel better.
Am going to take off and drive the 4-ish hours up to MA for the all-day interview tomorrow. For those of you with the cell or AIM, you're welcome to call or text and verbally smack me over the head about what a dork I am for my stress-and-low-self-esteem-induced seizures.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Erm... I have like 5 million maps printed out, none of which I can actually read due to tiny font and a stupid printer toner that's messed up. Anyway, I'll probably end up hitting rush hour by the time I get into MA.
Wish me luck -- for the driving, not getting lost, and not sucking completely tomorrow (even though I'm not sure if I want this job, but you know.)
Prepare to be shocked: It's only going to take me an hour to pack up everything for tomorrow. It also helps that I snagged the dad's small overnight bag, which means I really can't bring too much with me. I REALLY don't want to do this interview. I really don't want to drive up to Mansfield tomorrow. I really don't want to spend a whole day interviewing with seven people on Wednesday. *SOBS* By this time tomorrow, I will probably be on the road. *sigh*
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This weekend, I discovered the happiest place on Earth. No, it's not related to Disney. It's the four-story Barnes&Noble in Union Square. Seriously. I spent hours in that place until I had to meet up with Things 1 and 2 to go see the hockey game at MSG. Hockey sucks now. No boyfriend to watch means no clue who's on the team anymore. I used to be able to pick him out on the ice from all the way up in the nosebleed seats without even seeing his number because of the distinctive skating style. And now... *sobs* Stupid Ducks stealing him. HRMPH. Team lost, but they went all the way to sudden death shootout, which actually was pretty exciting. Just sucks that there's no hockey boyfriend to gawk at anymore. Rar.
WASHINGTON (Reuters) - Quaker Maid Meats Inc. on Tuesday said it would voluntarily recall 94,400 pounds of frozen ground beef panties that may be contaminated with E. coli.
I don't think I'm going to type up what happened during Fangirls & the City. Mostly because I'm lazy (which you know already), am too busy lusting after my Nero Wolfe DVDs and rediscovering my crush on Timothy Hutton (yeah, I know, wtf?), and because Trix already did a write-up of it. You can find it h e r e. I believe she has it friends-locked, though, so you'll have to... I dunno, friend her and stuff. But to sum up: We had an AWESOME time and MASSIVE amounts of FUN. Plus, I got all sorts of tipsy and there was drunken lesbian karaoke. Also, I snorted Coke out of my nose while reading her write-up, though that could have been a case of 'you had to have been there' and I was, in fact, there.
So. The phone interview apparently went better than I thought it did because they want me to come in for an in-person interview. Now... is it bad of me to jump the gun? And by jumping the gun, I mean by being conflicted about a potential job offer? It's in freaking nowhere MA, and except for being closer to Meg, there's really nothing there. I mean... mapquest says it's 40 minutes from Boston and closer to Providence, but what's really in Providence? You know, other than being the name of a show that the boyfriend did a 4 episode guest stint that I can't find freaking copies of? (Not that I'd move to PA, either, cuz let's face it, Trix is no BuxBoy. lmfao) He mentioned there's probably not a relocation package either, which would be of the suck. It also sucks that if this were in San Diego, I'd probably move in a heartbeat. Erm, okay, actually... more like 50 heartbeats, but I definitely wouldn't be as conflicted as I am now.
