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I have written nought in 4 weeks. sad.
It feels so boring to bring up the past because it's already happened and i'd much prefer to live now rather than recount all these things that have happened to me.
It really hilarious story.. I had an interview for Bigpond call centre job on friday and i was thinking 'oh god, i can finally leave boost! i hate it so much and blah blah blah' i would have started this monday gone but i didn't get it. I was feeling very lame for the weekends duration because i knew this guy from boost who i used to work with who got the job and well, i wouldn't say he has the best work ethics in the world. infact, i would say he has none. Apparentely i didn't sell myself and i didn't seem like i actually wanted the job. which i think the first part was true but the second part is far from true. so far. anyhow i think i had too much of a bad, contemptuous attitude because i though. hell, salesforce employs EVERYONE and Anyone i'll certainly get it i do't even need to try that hard. but anyhow they asked me if i like selling and i kinda froze up and then admitted i didn't LOVE selling. they also asked me what motivates me and i was so confused. i didn't know in what regards they meant so i launch into this dumb thing about how existing ang life in general motivates.
But yeh, i don't really understand waht motivates me. Until last night i realised that i am motivated by passion. I have passion for so many things, even if it's trivial i'll put everything into it.
blergh. anyhow so after a weekend of feeling down on myself i managaed t compose myself and prep for the long week ahead. I gave myself 47 hours worth of shifts because i need to move out and that requires money for bonds and advance rents and all this crap so yeh i get into teh headspace that i'll ride the boost rainbow until i feel like looking for a new job which wil probably be after i move. i don't want to try and co-ordinate working heaps as well as going to job interviews sporadically as well as house inspections. But then poppy messages me and tells me that she spoke to the recruitment guy at bigpond and she managed to convince him to give me a job. So apparentely when they train the next batch of peeps they'll call me. i hope it does happen and that it wasn't just a brush off statement. It prolly is. i'm ready for that.
In other news. I've worked 24 hours already this week. and it's only 11.30 on a wednesday. i feel crazy. i'm glad i didn't roster myself on for a full day today. that would be the most foolish. I'm pretty damn tired too. I always find myself awake at midnight and i'm always thinking. why don't i jsut sleep. i have to get up in 6 hours. then the idea of sleep seems impossible and so im not ever asleep until like 1.. 5 hours sleep to rest from a 10 hours on my feet day is pretty poor.
This morning i woke up as usual when i alarm went off and i looked at teh time and the next thing i know it's half an hour later. i don't know what happened to that half hour. i fell asleep but i had no recollection of sleeping or anything. bizarre city.
I'm looking forward to The next few weeks though slightly dreading. I think i will have to take this weekend and squeeze it for all it's not worth. I need to be as beige as possible this weekend because the next months worth of weekends are crammed full of activitites. It's pretty heck fire.
Anyhow, i'd better get back to work. i told them i was taking an hour to do errands and call people adn sort shit out and i've spent half an hour making this post. hahz!
It feels so boring to bring up the past because it's already happened and i'd much prefer to live now rather than recount all these things that have happened to me.
It really hilarious story.. I had an interview for Bigpond call centre job on friday and i was thinking 'oh god, i can finally leave boost! i hate it so much and blah blah blah' i would have started this monday gone but i didn't get it. I was feeling very lame for the weekends duration because i knew this guy from boost who i used to work with who got the job and well, i wouldn't say he has the best work ethics in the world. infact, i would say he has none. Apparentely i didn't sell myself and i didn't seem like i actually wanted the job. which i think the first part was true but the second part is far from true. so far. anyhow i think i had too much of a bad, contemptuous attitude because i though. hell, salesforce employs EVERYONE and Anyone i'll certainly get it i do't even need to try that hard. but anyhow they asked me if i like selling and i kinda froze up and then admitted i didn't LOVE selling. they also asked me what motivates me and i was so confused. i didn't know in what regards they meant so i launch into this dumb thing about how existing ang life in general motivates.
But yeh, i don't really understand waht motivates me. Until last night i realised that i am motivated by passion. I have passion for so many things, even if it's trivial i'll put everything into it.
blergh. anyhow so after a weekend of feeling down on myself i managaed t compose myself and prep for the long week ahead. I gave myself 47 hours worth of shifts because i need to move out and that requires money for bonds and advance rents and all this crap so yeh i get into teh headspace that i'll ride the boost rainbow until i feel like looking for a new job which wil probably be after i move. i don't want to try and co-ordinate working heaps as well as going to job interviews sporadically as well as house inspections. But then poppy messages me and tells me that she spoke to the recruitment guy at bigpond and she managed to convince him to give me a job. So apparentely when they train the next batch of peeps they'll call me. i hope it does happen and that it wasn't just a brush off statement. It prolly is. i'm ready for that.
In other news. I've worked 24 hours already this week. and it's only 11.30 on a wednesday. i feel crazy. i'm glad i didn't roster myself on for a full day today. that would be the most foolish. I'm pretty damn tired too. I always find myself awake at midnight and i'm always thinking. why don't i jsut sleep. i have to get up in 6 hours. then the idea of sleep seems impossible and so im not ever asleep until like 1.. 5 hours sleep to rest from a 10 hours on my feet day is pretty poor.
This morning i woke up as usual when i alarm went off and i looked at teh time and the next thing i know it's half an hour later. i don't know what happened to that half hour. i fell asleep but i had no recollection of sleeping or anything. bizarre city.
I'm looking forward to The next few weeks though slightly dreading. I think i will have to take this weekend and squeeze it for all it's not worth. I need to be as beige as possible this weekend because the next months worth of weekends are crammed full of activitites. It's pretty heck fire.
Anyhow, i'd better get back to work. i told them i was taking an hour to do errands and call people adn sort shit out and i've spent half an hour making this post. hahz!