Life after graduation
This is somewhat of a warning, somewhat of a rant. Now that it's all over I can safely rant about it.
First of all, winter break was hell at my job delivering pizzas. We weren't busy per-say, but instead there was such a lack of workers that I was working up to 18 hours in a 24 hour period (closing, then doing an open to close shift the next day). Good fun and absolute loss of social life and free time. About halfway through my break I almost just up and quit, but I love being able to buy food too much to do that.
About 2 days before Christmas I got scammed out of 500$. I was an idiot, I admit it. At least over the past month I've been making that money back (some of it) by selling same shoddy merchandise on Ebay. Let it be said that I do bounce when needed.
I had my interview at the school of medical technology I applied to. That was not too hot. I liked what I saw, and am fairly certain that I can hack it, but I don't think I impressed the staff there. All I really wanted to do in that meeting was sit down in their microbiology lab and go right to work, I was most comfortable in that room. But the interview did not go so hot. Since I have a hard time connecting to professors and my work experience is nothing to be proud of, my references were kinda sad. They even said that the doctor (my neighbor and best friend's step-dad) who has known me for 12 years was not a good reference. If not him, then who?! The interview also contained lots of "why did you get X grade in Y class?" I handled that like a train wreck (aka I was honest). So what if I found Bob Zemetra to be more boring than a JCPenny mannequin display and his subject was one I had been thoroughly steeped in before? I got a C in that class by not doing the homework, never going to lecture, and never studying. I think that means I have a good grasp of that shit.
On the way home from that, got a speeding ticket. Was going to contest it, but would have had to drive up to Spokane to do so. Traffic cops are nothing more than leeches on society. If a public service needs more funds, raise taxes instead of installing quotas for traffic cops. I wouldn't mind an extra .1% taken off my paycheck, but slapping me with a 122$ fine and making my insurance rates skyrocket is not a conducive way to attract revenue.
My car is trashed now though. About a week before I quit my job, I backed into a 4-runner in the parking lot at work. My window was fogged over from the inside. Also when I saw the truck, the ice on the driveway made stopping a little impossible. Not 2 days later, a 16 year old driver in front of me locks up her brakes for no fucking reason, and my grill pounds into the rear bumper of her Volvo. I managed to get it all taken care of and out of there before the cops arrived, and also paid for their repairs in cash (so insurance company won't ream me for quadruple the repair cost over the next 2 years). But the cash flow was thoroughly stopped between all that shit.
Now I'm moving in 2 days to Spokane. I have no job, no prospects, no car, and no place to live but my parents' house. I have enough saved that as soon as I acquire full time employment of any sort, I can obtain my own residence, but damn. I've not been this close to rock bottom in a long time. What's weird, is I have high spirits. Last time I struck bottom, I was depressed as all hell and probably self destructive. I'm looking forward to this, wanna see how I get out.
All you people in Moscow, you are the hardest thing for me to leave behind. I regret not spending more time with you when I had the chance. But I'll be close and possibly drop by once in a while.
First of all, winter break was hell at my job delivering pizzas. We weren't busy per-say, but instead there was such a lack of workers that I was working up to 18 hours in a 24 hour period (closing, then doing an open to close shift the next day). Good fun and absolute loss of social life and free time. About halfway through my break I almost just up and quit, but I love being able to buy food too much to do that.
About 2 days before Christmas I got scammed out of 500$. I was an idiot, I admit it. At least over the past month I've been making that money back (some of it) by selling same shoddy merchandise on Ebay. Let it be said that I do bounce when needed.
I had my interview at the school of medical technology I applied to. That was not too hot. I liked what I saw, and am fairly certain that I can hack it, but I don't think I impressed the staff there. All I really wanted to do in that meeting was sit down in their microbiology lab and go right to work, I was most comfortable in that room. But the interview did not go so hot. Since I have a hard time connecting to professors and my work experience is nothing to be proud of, my references were kinda sad. They even said that the doctor (my neighbor and best friend's step-dad) who has known me for 12 years was not a good reference. If not him, then who?! The interview also contained lots of "why did you get X grade in Y class?" I handled that like a train wreck (aka I was honest). So what if I found Bob Zemetra to be more boring than a JCPenny mannequin display and his subject was one I had been thoroughly steeped in before? I got a C in that class by not doing the homework, never going to lecture, and never studying. I think that means I have a good grasp of that shit.
On the way home from that, got a speeding ticket. Was going to contest it, but would have had to drive up to Spokane to do so. Traffic cops are nothing more than leeches on society. If a public service needs more funds, raise taxes instead of installing quotas for traffic cops. I wouldn't mind an extra .1% taken off my paycheck, but slapping me with a 122$ fine and making my insurance rates skyrocket is not a conducive way to attract revenue.
My car is trashed now though. About a week before I quit my job, I backed into a 4-runner in the parking lot at work. My window was fogged over from the inside. Also when I saw the truck, the ice on the driveway made stopping a little impossible. Not 2 days later, a 16 year old driver in front of me locks up her brakes for no fucking reason, and my grill pounds into the rear bumper of her Volvo. I managed to get it all taken care of and out of there before the cops arrived, and also paid for their repairs in cash (so insurance company won't ream me for quadruple the repair cost over the next 2 years). But the cash flow was thoroughly stopped between all that shit.
Now I'm moving in 2 days to Spokane. I have no job, no prospects, no car, and no place to live but my parents' house. I have enough saved that as soon as I acquire full time employment of any sort, I can obtain my own residence, but damn. I've not been this close to rock bottom in a long time. What's weird, is I have high spirits. Last time I struck bottom, I was depressed as all hell and probably self destructive. I'm looking forward to this, wanna see how I get out.
All you people in Moscow, you are the hardest thing for me to leave behind. I regret not spending more time with you when I had the chance. But I'll be close and possibly drop by once in a while.