Got interviews? (_|_)!!!

OK so I’ve been on job interviews for the past month. Some were absurd; others were productive. Well, productive in comparison to the absurd ones. I still don’t have a job.

In answer to everyone’s question if I got the job from two weeks ago, the answer is no. Otherwise, the subject would be something like, “EEEEE,” and not involve one of these (|). So after much questioning at this job interview, I knew nothing would get me anywhere since, first of all, I was the first interview at 8:30am over the course of three days of interviews. I’m lucky if they remember my name.

So it went OK. Nothing spectacular. I got the “We’re sorry,” letter in the mail yesterday stating that the reason they’re not hiring me is because they’re looking for someone who can match their position best. They will call me when they have something more web related. Now I don’t think I could’ve emphasized more during the interview that I’m equally comfortable with both print and web design. This job I could’ve handled after one year of college. All it was was typesetting on Quark; barely any design. Although I said over and over that I can do print design, apparently they heard that as, “I can only do web design.” I wrote them a letter saying if they have any freelance available in the future to call me because “I CAN DO PRINT DESIGN.” I didn’t type it in caps, but I would’ve liked to. Caps, bold, and italic to make sure they could see it. Bozos. So the search continues.

Believe it or not, that’s not the interview that gets rated (|).

TODAY, I went on an interview. The (|) interview. I don’t know what happened, but all of a sudden I’m getting called for a bunch of interviews. Early last month when I was at the end of my rope, I applied to several retail stores to fill in the time until I get a real job. So one of these decides to call me Tuesday for an interview at 1:30 today (Thursday). Yesterday, I get 3 other requests for interviews at real jobs. As you can guess, I see no need for going to the non-job since jobs are starting to call me. But I committed to it, so I go. This involves me getting up at 5:30am cause my mom’s takes the car to work and if I don’t leave with her, I’m stuck at home all day.

I go out in service this morning and stop at 12:30 to go to this interview with will hereby be known as “(|)” because I don’t want to dignify it by even calling it an interview. I go to the mall and to the store to meet the manager who is (|)ing me. I wait for a bit for her and she comes out and introduces herself. We go out to a mall bench to do the (|). Apparently, there are no back rooms in the store? So we’re out on the bench next to what looked like a straggly bearded guy from the street who is taking a load off. I feel so professional. So she starts questioning me. “Have you ever worked in retail?” “What is your definition of a successful sales person?” I felt like saying, “One who has decided to go to college to escape the horrors of remaining a sales person,” but I didn’t say that. I was nice. Three of four more questions pass when she says, “OK, that’s about it.” No lie, this whole thing took all of 5 minutes tops.

Now my question is, WHY did this have to be scheduled as an appointment? Did you really have to prepare for this? She scheduled it two days in advance in the middle of the day. If I had known this was the extent of the (|), I sooo wouldn’t have shown up. I could’ve stayed out in the morning with the group or better yet, stayed home and SLEPT. Anything would’ve been more productive than going on this (|).

So goes another day in my unemployed life. I have another interview tomorrow. I’ll share more then.

Laughing at the expense of a car accident victim

Today, I was out with AJ and Howard and we were driving down Longwood where all the hospitals are and AJ just randomly said, “This would be the best place to get hit by a car.” HAHA funny.

So the day goes on and we go out to eat (Never eat at Jacob Wirth) and on our way back to the T by New England Medical, we see this guy in the middle of the road who just recently got hit by a taxi. Two people are standing by him, comforting him. A couple is standing on the sidewalk with horrified looks, crying on each others shoulders. The guy is sitting there in a pool of blood big enough to cause a vehicle to hydroplane. You can’t see his face cause blood is pouring from his head.

Initially, I’m freaked out by the sight. Then I think of what AJ previously said about infront of a hospital being the most convenient place to get hit. I start giggling. I tell AJ. She starts laughing. She says, “He’s pretty lucky.” We’re both laughing and looking like the most sadistic people on the face of the Earth.

But if people only knew why we were laughing, they’d be laughing, too.

I need to move

Tonight I get home and say to my mom “I’m not going out tomorrow.” In other words, don’t wake me up. She replies, “So you’re staying in?” I pretend not to hear. She repeats. I say, “I said, ‘I’m not going out.'” She repeats, “So does that mean you’re staying in?”

Forget the huge disagreements. Things like this are making me crave moving even more.

Man alive. OSX is weird.

This is my first time typing on one of the stations in 305 that has switched to OSX and it’s just weird. I’ve used OSX before, but never really surfed the web on it. It’s insane how clear the text is. I mean, really insanely clear text. Add to it that I’m on one of the only stations with a monitor that isn’t completely screwed up and I feel like I’m wearing perfect prescription eyeglasses. Just a weird feeling to have something look good on the screens here for once. But when you roll over the icons at the bottom, they enlarge by like 400% and scare the crap out of you… well, me at least. I need to get out more.

So I’m out this morning with Vic Sr. (For those of you who don’t know him, he’s deaf and 81 years old. Nice old guy.) Here’s a snippet of the convo at Dunkin Donuts.

Him: Do you have a boyfriend?
Me: No, I don’t need one.
Him: How old are you?
Me: 25.
Him: 25?! Yeah, you need one.

Not only do I need to get out more, but it’s getting to the point that old, deaf people are telling me I need to get out more.

Egad! It was just there yesterday!

How does an unemployed person like myself manage to get a 2 hr long haircut on Newbury St? By being the guinea pig of a hair student learning to do layers. I’ve always been afraid of layers after a friend’s Super Cuts nightmare. It looks OK tho, just really shorter. Like 1/2 is gone. The instructor cut in here and there (I just made a pun! ha) and had a field day. I don’t think he was really looking at how much he was cutting off. Doesn’t look bad, but I can’t pull it back now. Falls in my face. He was a nice guy, but if he’d have called me “sweetie” or “cute” one more time, I’d have kicked him (while he wasn’t holding scissors, of course).

I found my gummy candies!!!

For those of you who haven’t tried them, try Kasugai gummy candies. These are the best things you can ever eat. They make a mess cause they’re one of those candy packages that has everything wrapped in something else that’s wrapped. Oh they’re so good tho. So if you ever find youself in a Japanese 7-11, buy many.

This was after an interesting day in service. We were on our way to my territory in Watertown. This is me, Becky, and Veronica who I just met today who is really nice. Anyway, we got lost in Cambridge. I relied on Mapquest. Nuff said. OK, so I’ll elaborate. We’re trying to get to Watertown in the easiest way possible. I know that the Sullivan Sq. area is in the right direction so we head there before I enter info into Mapquest. So it leads us on this interesting journey through Cambridge, but half the time Mapquest says “right” it means “left” and vice-versa. So after much time of driving around, we got very familiar with Kirkland Ave., which we drove up and down about 4 times in our quest for Watertown. Cambridge is just weird. Some streets have names that are so long that they have to print them in 24 pt type on the street signs, some one-way signs that have been bent so you can’t tell which street it belongs to, and most streets just don’t have street signs at all.

So anyway, long story short (too late), we never made it to Watertown. We did, however, make it to a friend’s house near Central Sq. the hard way where we thought we were picking someone up. It’d be great if it were that easy. Alas, though… apparently he doesn’t live there anymore. He moved a while ago.

So we leave Central Sq. en route to Porter Sq. We say “Hello” to Kirkland Ave. again. If anyone ever needs directions to Kirkland Ave., let me know.

We then stop for lunch at Porter Exchange. I never knew this place existed. Cute place. It’s this mall-ish thing in Porter Square where everything is Asian. I felt so out of place for a while, and then I thought, “Oh yeah. Nevermind.” We eat at this Japanese (?) place where I got stuff. It was good. The soup was odd. It was like I had to stir it every few seconds cause it would all congeal at the bottom like salad dressing, but looked more like saw dust in water.

It was just one of those surreal days. But then I found a little Japanese quicky mart that was just amusing. It sold most of the food stuff that I’ve seen on engrish.com including the “Men’s Pocky” and the “Peach Collon.” Very amusing. I will be back. To top it all off, this charming little store had my gummy candies. And they didn’t hike the price when I got to the register like this one place in NY did. That just made my day. So the gummy candies tied this whole drawn out story together. That’s just how cool they are. You must buy them.