I'm indecisive but I had a job to do
Well so much for posting once a week!
I had a job interview at a hotel downtown. It went smashingly and she wants me on, I don't want the position that I interviewed for. Why did I even go for an interview for a position I don't want? Well to get my foot in the door, get my name out there, to meet some people, to schmooze basically. Anyway she said I was great and that if I don't want banquets [which I do not] that we will be in touch, she will keep me in que, and call me when they have another position [desk manager, catering, etc] available. So that's good. I also applied for a transfer within my hotel, to work in catering.
So just in case it isn't obvious, stick a fork in me. I'm done. I've hit my wall, I'm burnt out and unhappy and I spend way too much time crying or sick or just dreading getting up in the morning. I can't keep doing what I'm doing because essentially I am dying a little bit inside. Unfortunately I have to keep on it for however long it takes me to get a new job, but I feel so much better knowing that there is an end in sight for me. There has to be.
In other news, WE LOST THE HOCKEY GAME TONIGHT. What kind of crap is that? Kallie and I went down to our Boston Pizza to watch the game in the full-to-bursting lounge. My old boss David was there, incidentally, and he was totally rude to me. Maybe he thought I was someone else? Maybe he's really just an ass? I don't know, but the last time he saw me he practically tripped on himself to come talk to me [at the bank like 6 months ago] and tonight when I walked up to him to say hi he just about threw out his back turning away from me. So. There's that.
I'm making sure to get my daily dose of Olympic activity, are you? Even if it weren't so close to home I'd still be excited about it, but it is so hard not to get all patriotic and misty eyed over everything when it is practically in your back yard, you know?
I am finally getting into the new John Mayer CD. I bought it a long time ago and didn't like it so I put it somewhere and forgot about it. I picked it back up a few days ago and started listening to it and am very very happy with how it fits into my life right now. Does that ever happen to anybody else? You buy a CD but you just can't get into it, it doesn't suit what is going on with you so you just can't wrap your head around it, you just feel awkward and confused as you sit there and listen, trying to make sense of the garbled noises fighting for space in your brain so finally you just have to turn it off and try to make yourself forget about it, disappointed and disheartened. After a while [weeks, months, even more than a year] you find yourself in a good mood, inquisitive and cheerful and you pick it back up with absolutely no expectations, having repressed that ugly first listen and suddenly it is like the stars aligned and something inside you lights up and it's like the first time that sex felt good and things just make sense.
No? That kind of stuff only happens to me? Kind of like how I guess I'm the only one on the face of the earth that envisions my own athlete profiles for the Olympics or what my Behind the Music special is going to look like? Ok then.
Seriously though, Assassin kicks my ass each and every time I spin it. Just please. So much. I think I will die a bit if he plays that when I see him. Have the paramedics on standby please canuckfetish .
I had a job interview at a hotel downtown. It went smashingly and she wants me on, I don't want the position that I interviewed for. Why did I even go for an interview for a position I don't want? Well to get my foot in the door, get my name out there, to meet some people, to schmooze basically. Anyway she said I was great and that if I don't want banquets [which I do not] that we will be in touch, she will keep me in que, and call me when they have another position [desk manager, catering, etc] available. So that's good. I also applied for a transfer within my hotel, to work in catering.
So just in case it isn't obvious, stick a fork in me. I'm done. I've hit my wall, I'm burnt out and unhappy and I spend way too much time crying or sick or just dreading getting up in the morning. I can't keep doing what I'm doing because essentially I am dying a little bit inside. Unfortunately I have to keep on it for however long it takes me to get a new job, but I feel so much better knowing that there is an end in sight for me. There has to be.
In other news, WE LOST THE HOCKEY GAME TONIGHT. What kind of crap is that? Kallie and I went down to our Boston Pizza to watch the game in the full-to-bursting lounge. My old boss David was there, incidentally, and he was totally rude to me. Maybe he thought I was someone else? Maybe he's really just an ass? I don't know, but the last time he saw me he practically tripped on himself to come talk to me [at the bank like 6 months ago] and tonight when I walked up to him to say hi he just about threw out his back turning away from me. So. There's that.
I'm making sure to get my daily dose of Olympic activity, are you? Even if it weren't so close to home I'd still be excited about it, but it is so hard not to get all patriotic and misty eyed over everything when it is practically in your back yard, you know?
I am finally getting into the new John Mayer CD. I bought it a long time ago and didn't like it so I put it somewhere and forgot about it. I picked it back up a few days ago and started listening to it and am very very happy with how it fits into my life right now. Does that ever happen to anybody else? You buy a CD but you just can't get into it, it doesn't suit what is going on with you so you just can't wrap your head around it, you just feel awkward and confused as you sit there and listen, trying to make sense of the garbled noises fighting for space in your brain so finally you just have to turn it off and try to make yourself forget about it, disappointed and disheartened. After a while [weeks, months, even more than a year] you find yourself in a good mood, inquisitive and cheerful and you pick it back up with absolutely no expectations, having repressed that ugly first listen and suddenly it is like the stars aligned and something inside you lights up and it's like the first time that sex felt good and things just make sense.
No? That kind of stuff only happens to me? Kind of like how I guess I'm the only one on the face of the earth that envisions my own athlete profiles for the Olympics or what my Behind the Music special is going to look like? Ok then.
Seriously though, Assassin kicks my ass each and every time I spin it. Just please. So much. I think I will die a bit if he plays that when I see him. Have the paramedics on standby please canuckfetish .