Ok, so yeah big news since last post. Got my first real career type job. Super stoked, it feels like I just found out that Santa Claus is, in fact, real. That's how relieved / excited I am. Going to interviews and walking out knowing I screwed up was getting real, real old. Buuut, the job with the best opportunities / benefits / people is the one I landed. Almost exactly 24 hours after walking in the doors of this company (no not gonna mention them for obvious reasons), I had a job offer. Now that felt good. I'm the man. Ohhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhh. Going to look for places to live tomorrow. Unfortunately they're not the 100,000 sq. ft. houses I know I deserve, but they're sick as hell none the same.
Brief newsy-post today, gotta get up early and start apartment hunting!
oh, and on a sad note: the dog I grew up with, and pretty much the greatest dog in the history of dogs is being put down this week. Totally sad. She lived a kickass 16.5 years, and yall that know me know how much I loved that dog. Anyway, yeah the world is losing an awesome dog in Jinger.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
God I'm dumb
well had a job fair today. Laid out my suit last night, printed off shitloads of my resumes, and was all ready to schmooze it up. So I decide to last minute check the venue make sure I know where I'm going. Yeah, it ended at 2 pm, not started. Are you fucking kidding me?! By the time I find a parking spot I might be able to find some people walking out.
"HEY YOU LOOK OLD AND SUCCESSFUL! GIMME A JOB!"
"HEY WHAT'S YOUR NUMBER?! YOU KNOW, SO YOU CAN GIMME A JOB"
How did I do this? I checked the email like 14 times in the past week. But I'm dumb and probly like 95% dyslexic.
Somewhat unrelated, but a couple nights ago I couldn't sleep. I was in the beyond exhausted, delirious mode. I hopped on the computer, and wound up on guitar center's site. Yes, I applied for an $8 an hour job, as the drum guy..... They haven't called me back. I think I'm in that netherworld, where noone wants to hire a kid with a bachelor's degree for an hourly job, but also all the good jobs need experience and / or would be so mind numbing that the result would be me flipping out and going Chris Benoit style on everyone in sight. Gah.... I'm reminded of one of my favorite Calvin And Hobbes strips.
First panel: Calvin: I've decided I want to be a millionaire.
Second panel: Dad (mowing the lawn): That's great son, you better work hard and be really committed to achieve that goal.
Final panel: Calvin: Me? No, I want to inherit it. You better get to work, Dad.
Maybe I should just walk around in my suit all day giving random people the gun and the wink. That's always seemed to cheer me up. or the random miming a phone with your hand and mouthing "Call me" to random chicks that you know full well don't have your #.
P.S. Barry Bonds. Finally broke it. We all know he did steroids and those who don't admit it probly also believe the earth is flat and that Obama would be a good president. (Zing!). But that's not what I find most amusing. I think it's funny that we're talking about him being the greatest player, when he's shown that he destroys teams. The giants are 12 games out of first, and have the only losing record in their division. And this isn't a fluke. Barry has shown that he will not play for a team that puts its emphasis on winning, rather than on the Barry Bonds show. You can't honestly look me in the face and say you'd rather have someone like Barry Bonds than someone like Pudge Rodriguez or Magglio Ordonez (big ups to my Detroit Tigers, even if they have been in a slump recently, they'll bounce back). I thought the point of baseball was to win games, and Barry has shown that he resists winning. I do gotta admit, I like seeing him on my TV because his head is so literally huge and swollen that he looks like a blowpop. Fuckin' blowpops. I would always get the star on my wrapper and my mom would say "when I was young, I used to get a free one if I got a star." I tried that a couple times and the person behind the desk at Conoco laughed and said, "no, but they're only a nickel." "Oh yeah, well, you work at Conoco." 9 year old me was awesome.
"HEY YOU LOOK OLD AND SUCCESSFUL! GIMME A JOB!"
"HEY WHAT'S YOUR NUMBER?! YOU KNOW, SO YOU CAN GIMME A JOB"
How did I do this? I checked the email like 14 times in the past week. But I'm dumb and probly like 95% dyslexic.
Somewhat unrelated, but a couple nights ago I couldn't sleep. I was in the beyond exhausted, delirious mode. I hopped on the computer, and wound up on guitar center's site. Yes, I applied for an $8 an hour job, as the drum guy..... They haven't called me back. I think I'm in that netherworld, where noone wants to hire a kid with a bachelor's degree for an hourly job, but also all the good jobs need experience and / or would be so mind numbing that the result would be me flipping out and going Chris Benoit style on everyone in sight. Gah.... I'm reminded of one of my favorite Calvin And Hobbes strips.
First panel: Calvin: I've decided I want to be a millionaire.
Second panel: Dad (mowing the lawn): That's great son, you better work hard and be really committed to achieve that goal.
Final panel: Calvin: Me? No, I want to inherit it. You better get to work, Dad.
Maybe I should just walk around in my suit all day giving random people the gun and the wink. That's always seemed to cheer me up. or the random miming a phone with your hand and mouthing "Call me" to random chicks that you know full well don't have your #.
P.S. Barry Bonds. Finally broke it. We all know he did steroids and those who don't admit it probly also believe the earth is flat and that Obama would be a good president. (Zing!). But that's not what I find most amusing. I think it's funny that we're talking about him being the greatest player, when he's shown that he destroys teams. The giants are 12 games out of first, and have the only losing record in their division. And this isn't a fluke. Barry has shown that he will not play for a team that puts its emphasis on winning, rather than on the Barry Bonds show. You can't honestly look me in the face and say you'd rather have someone like Barry Bonds than someone like Pudge Rodriguez or Magglio Ordonez (big ups to my Detroit Tigers, even if they have been in a slump recently, they'll bounce back). I thought the point of baseball was to win games, and Barry has shown that he resists winning. I do gotta admit, I like seeing him on my TV because his head is so literally huge and swollen that he looks like a blowpop. Fuckin' blowpops. I would always get the star on my wrapper and my mom would say "when I was young, I used to get a free one if I got a star." I tried that a couple times and the person behind the desk at Conoco laughed and said, "no, but they're only a nickel." "Oh yeah, well, you work at Conoco." 9 year old me was awesome.
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