N wants us all to meet up for dinner and a movie this Friday. Cool! Except J emailed back saying we could do the "boring" dinner and a movie or we could... go mechanical bull-riding.
WTF.
J also added that it would make for some really funny pics and that if we do that, EVERYONE has to ride it at least once.
(No, seriously, WTF.)
N's response: "Where is there mechanical bull-riding in Jersey?"
And as the voice of reason, I felt I had to respond with a "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND? ... P.S. I will bring the camera, but I am SO NOT getting on a bull. The end."
Okay, first, I left the apartment this evening looking supercute. And coming from someone who hate using anything but "bum" to describe myself, that's saying a lot.
And then the wrong guy hit on me. Dammit.
Also, note to guys: If you see a woman headed to the restroom, THAT is not a good time to try a line on her. She's not walking by you because she thinks she looks good. Chica's got an objective. And it's not you. Just saying.
If you're going to start using your Female Roommate's bathroom because your mother is visiting for the next two weeks, thereby displacing you from your room and your own bathroom, PLEASE -- for the LOVE OF GOD and your FEMALE ROOMMATE'S SANITY -- have the courtesy to put the seat back down after you are finished.
I don't know what it is with roommates and toilet paper. You'd think somebody up there would love me after the hell I went through with Rabbit and Wabbit. But no.
Last week, I came back from my weekend in IN to find an empty roll. Fine. Aggravating, but I've matured and didn't even rant about it in blog. Today, I came back from a long weekend at parents' and... after fussing around in the bathroom for a bit to take a shower, I find... an empty roll. This is beyond annoying. Roomie only has one female friend who comes over and refuses to use anyone's bathroom but mine. I don't care about that. But his friends never spend the night unless it's for extended periods, and when I left, there was at least half a roll. Exactly how much paper do you need in a day? Or even two? And seriously, this is the second time in two weeks this has happened. If you're in someone else's apartment, WHY DON'T YOU TELL SOMEONE when the roll runs out? It's not like I'm secretly hiding my extra rolls of TP, dammit. They're all in the closet -- the one the roomie also uses all the time. So WTF is going on? Fucking lazy bitch.
And I definitely know it's her because she also left a nice surprise in the wastebasket. WTF. My trashcan doesn't have a lid because I got lazy and took it off. But if you're going to leave your female products in there, at least make them unobtrusive instead of all unrolled and in my face. RAR. Women are disgusting.
Right now, I'd rather be in IN than here.
And the roomie's mom is coming to "take care of him" because he's undergoing some kind of post-PhD depression/anxiety attack/something. I went through that myself after my MS, but he's the exact opposite of me. Instead of crawling under the covers and sitting in the dark for days, he's constantly going in and out of the apartment because of some form of claustrophobia. And now his mom is coming. Which means... I may have to go back to the parents' for the week. If I have to deal with anyone's parents right now, it should be my own because at least I know all the ways to avoid them. Heh. 'Course, Chinese New Year is coming up so that means I'll be helping with all the cooking and cleaning if I do go back early. *sigh*
A couple of posts from my trip this weekend and Monday interview. Here, here, here, and here. Haven't heard back from them yet, but they said that they "work fast," whatever that means.
Have not heard back from Cali. But JUST got a call from a company in Tempe, AZ who are actually working on things that are a lot closer to where my interests lie. It's not in the same network of companies as the IN one, though, which would let me get a foot in the door and allow me to transfer around after two years or so. So now I'm conflicted because what if I hear from IN really soon and have to make up my mind before AZ calls me back to set up my phone interview? The mom says it's okay to say no to IN if they give it to me, but I would feel so guilty because what if it's meant to be, you know?
Anyway, the roomie has started therapy because he's been having some anxiety and panic attacks after finishing his PhD. Apparently, he says the therapist told him that it's very very common for people to undergo temporary depression and the aforementioned attacks after finishing their Master's and/or PhDs. Which makes me feel a little better, actually, just because I'm pretty sure I've been having mini anxiety attacks lately. He also doesn't think I should take the IN job if it's offered because he doesn't think I would be happy there, and that yes, we're both going through that whole desperation makes everything feel like we need to settle for the first job that comes to us. He thinks it would be good for me to talk to a therapist, too. LOL. *twitch* Of course, the dad, who if we're honest about it, doesn't really know me that well, also questioned whether I'd be happy in the midwest. I guess you really can't hide the elitist Eastern city snob in a girl, huh? But it does make me question a lot of things.
SIGH. Being forced to make grownup adult decisions SUCK.
Oh, and I'm already packed for tomorrow. It's supposed to snow or something so I hope I won't get delayed or whatever because that'll be a bitch to deal with. But YES, omg, be proud of me! I actually fit one day of clothes into a tiny carry-on bag. The only thing that still needs to go in is my suit and that's only because I don't want to wrinkle it too much so that's going in right before I leave tomorrow morning.
The important thing, though, is that I have a new bag. It's all grown-up and adult and responsible-looking. Mainly, I splurged so I could have a tote to put my portfolio in, but I just dumped Harold in there and... okay, so Harold kinda sticks out at the top, but that should be okay... I think... if I'm just going to be using it as a temp holding bag since I'll stick Harold into my carry-on while I'm in interviews.
I am totally unprepared for this interview. Then again, don't interviews, by nature, require you to pretty much wing it? I should be okay, though. I know what I put on my resume, after all. Sigh. Wish me luck.
You guys know how to reach me if you need me. Be back late Monday night...
Had dinner with Jen and N. Jen told me what reference she gave for the IN job -- how old company would love me back if only they had money. Made me feel all shiny and lovely. But still does not fix the money problem. Mreh.
Jen is getting married in September. Already been told its optional black tie. Must find date... maybe. Jen is also trying to find jobs in Cali and has joined list of those who think Pooh needs to go there, too. *sighs*
Other Jen is still waiting for ring. *lonelies*
Weather is more like October instead of January. Did not need a coat today at all.
My room is sweltering. Again. Heat kicked in automatically even though our thermostat is set at its lowest and the main valve is almost shut off. Rest of apartment is nice and cool, but my room is hottest. Would sleep in living room but rar, roomie is home. All.the.time.now. *shoos him away*
Flight's all booked for the 16th. An ENTIRE DAY of interviews. That's gonna be FUN. Especially since I have to fly to Chicago, transfer, then fly to Fort Wayne. Dude... my right ear STILL HASN'T POPPED since I landed three days ago. Imagine how much fun that's gonna be when I have interviews starting at 8:30AM the next day. Usually I'm okay with one non-stop flight, but going up and down twice kills my ear. It's gonna be really uncomfortable and annoying. And my interviews go all the way until 4PM before they drop me off at the airport again and send me home.
V! You can come to the airport and meet me for a hug! Oh, wait... can't, unless I leave the gate area. RAR.
Got a phone call from a headhunter. He sent me a description for a position that is sort of like working for Underwriters Lab or something like that. It's asking for a bunch of skillsets I don't have and he wants me to write a ONE to TWO PAGE qualifying paper addressing the duties and requirements. Er... that's a lot of work, yo. I mean, I don't mind doing short answer questions because you do KSAs for federal jobs, but... damn. Not sure if I want to try for this position.
Went to the career fair at school. Nothing good there. It really sucks when you know what you'll do and what you won't do. So there was nothing geared toward me, really. And then I went back to the parking lot, which was huge, parked a little ways off, and changed out of my suit and back into my jeans and T-shirt. In the car. With a cop car parked on the opposite side of me. It was... fun. Especially because my pantyhose kept trying to come off when I was just planning on slipping the jeans on over them. But then when I tried to pull them off, they got caught on one leg and I couldn't get them off, so I had to half pull them back on so I could slip on the jeans... the legs of which were all twisted at the bottom. And.. yeah, while keeping an eye out on the cop car and on other people parked sorta nearby... it was interesting. lmfao. Seems when I finally do leave the house, fun things happen.
Just got a call from a recruiter from G. V, remember G -- that company that was giving us pains? I got a call from a real live person! She wanted to know if I were interested in any of the positions in their NoCal location because my resume seemed to be geared toward some of them. DUH. Anyway, she's gonna pass my things directly to the hiring managers now so hopefully, this means I'll get some calls soon. Maybe?
*crosses fingers, knocks on wood*
In sick news, I think I coughed in a wrong way and sprained my neck. Now I can't cough or swallow without the very front of my throat, where it meets my chin, feels like it's gonna break off. HURTS LIKE A BITCH, yo. It's also kind of weird leaning my head back or turning it to the sides. *sigh*
Just checked my voicemail from the past few days. Indiana called wanting to set up travel plans to get me out there on the 16th for an interview. Wheee! There's going to be a bunch of us interviewing at the same time. I really hope it's not a group interview, because I really hate that. The first lady told me they're thinking of expanding 20% this year, which they did last year, too, but I have no clue how many positions are open at my level -- which for some reason, is considered entry level for this branch of the Company. (WTF, make up your mind, dammit.) Regardless, I now need to get my shit together so I can kick the crap out of my competition. *nods*
I'm kind of excited right now. I don't even care that it's in Butthole, Indiana or that the pay estimate I was given was pretty low. All I'm about is: POTENTIAL JOB.
I'd give it another 20 minutes or so before both post-holiday and post-trip blues kick in. Rar.
Quick non-vaca/holidays update: - The Indiana job really is in Middle of Absolutely Nowhere, IN. - Jen emailed me a few days ago to say that she has a good friend working there. Also, she wanted me to call her before I had the interview, which I didn't because I didn't check my email until just now. Also, that the lady who interviewed me (a "staffing manager") called her the day after I talked with her and Jen said she sold me pretty well and then yelled at me for not calling her before the interview. Which. you know, I couldn't do anyway. So I gotta do that soon. Or as soon as I don't feel like death microwaved over a bunch of times (still) and get hearing back in my right ear (seriously do not know why I can't get it to pop for a day or two, argh).
Hope everyone had a great New Year's. Will be back with stories about London.
