Meh
I still haven't heard yet about the job, but like I said, I wasn't optimistic. I ran into one of my interveiwers downstairs and had a pleasant chat with him, but was sensible enough not to broach the topic.
So far today:
* My frozen eggplant parmesan thawed on the car ride to work, and filled the bottom of my plastic grocery bag with water, which soaked the bottom of my Cheerios box. Said Cheerios box is still usable as a storage item, but must be set upside down on my desk. The whole grain O's were unharmed.
* The eponymous frozen food item's uneven thaw and subsequent refreezing after thaw was left in the freezer until lunch. All of this caused it to be impossible to cook in the microwave. I personally HATE microwaved food, especially frozen foods. After cooking the damned thing I found the bottom to be a brick of ice, and who the hell makes Eggplant Parmesan with the skin on? I've never had it that way nor seen a recipe for it. No matter how you dress it, it was still revolting. I had to toss it, and wound up getting a crispy chicken sandwich from downstairs. My enjoyment of it was tempered by the bitterness over the eggplant debacle. Woe.
* Skipped the gym this morning. I always feel logy and scatterbrained when I do that. Somehow it helps me focus throughout the day. I am reminded of the 'Sound mind in a Sound body' theory of the Greeks, who as we all know were ahead on some things and cataclysmically wrong in others, and wondered if they had noticed the same phenomea. The overhead recording at the gym claims that 'studies show that exercise in the morning helps you remain focused and centered throughout the day, and can help in fighting depression!' Of course askign for any information on these studies requires interrupting a staff member's cell-phone conversation and receiving the required eye-roll of all wage slaves. iI'm pretty sure there's a section on MS Office's Resume Wizard for Eyeroll Experience and References.
I know there will be other opportunities, and that meeitng with these people at least was a step towards getting my name known through another department in the building. More interviews will do the same, even if I do'nt get those positions.
I put a lot of pressure on myself to succeed . Success to me means these things:
1. A job where I am paid at least what I think I am worth, which, all things considered, is not much. At least as much as I made teaching would be great. This ties into my belief that I need to be able to survive on my own. This means a level of financial security that makes living without a room mate or long term significant other a viable possibility, at least one that means I will be secure for a while before having to find someone to live with.
2.Medical, Dental and Vision benefits. I like know everything is working fine, and not having these things checked for more than two years troubles me.
3. The ability to have some savings. You know, savings that aren't emptied every four months when something stupid happens and I have to fix the car/make a trip to the vet/replace something expensive.
4. Freedom from fretting about bills, rent, groceries, or those bullshit expenses I incure just out of general selfishnes, such as buying a video game or expensive soap products or new shoes or other such things. All are filed in my mind under 'Expenses, Bullshit,' right after 'Expenses, Bills' and right before 'Expenses, Car.'
5. The ability, and this willl sound either 1950's housewife or Modern Day Smooth Operator, perhaps some kind of caricature played by Eddie Murphy, to Treat My Man Right. 'Man' being the current placeholder, I want to be able to present Nathan with the things he wants as little indicators of caring, or help him financially when some Car trouble comes along. In turn, he does the same, often getting me new games or taking me to dinner or getting me some beer making supplies. We carry each other as I believe it should be, but for some reason I have it in my head that I should carry more than he. I don't know why. I guess because I was an only child. I want to be able to say 'Hey, let's go to [insert a Southeastern City name here] for the weekend?' and just throw shit into a rental and go.
So, to remind myself that life goes on, I am treating myself to a Mud Flats soap by Lush, and the game Rule of Roses for PS2. A good horror title is just what I need to escape my disappointment with myself at the moment. A trip to the mall to acquire these, then a trip to the gym, then gaming into the wee hours while Nathan snores blissfully in the other room is just what the Witch Doctor ordered, I think.
What are YOUR weekend plans?
So far today:
* My frozen eggplant parmesan thawed on the car ride to work, and filled the bottom of my plastic grocery bag with water, which soaked the bottom of my Cheerios box. Said Cheerios box is still usable as a storage item, but must be set upside down on my desk. The whole grain O's were unharmed.
* The eponymous frozen food item's uneven thaw and subsequent refreezing after thaw was left in the freezer until lunch. All of this caused it to be impossible to cook in the microwave. I personally HATE microwaved food, especially frozen foods. After cooking the damned thing I found the bottom to be a brick of ice, and who the hell makes Eggplant Parmesan with the skin on? I've never had it that way nor seen a recipe for it. No matter how you dress it, it was still revolting. I had to toss it, and wound up getting a crispy chicken sandwich from downstairs. My enjoyment of it was tempered by the bitterness over the eggplant debacle. Woe.
* Skipped the gym this morning. I always feel logy and scatterbrained when I do that. Somehow it helps me focus throughout the day. I am reminded of the 'Sound mind in a Sound body' theory of the Greeks, who as we all know were ahead on some things and cataclysmically wrong in others, and wondered if they had noticed the same phenomea. The overhead recording at the gym claims that 'studies show that exercise in the morning helps you remain focused and centered throughout the day, and can help in fighting depression!' Of course askign for any information on these studies requires interrupting a staff member's cell-phone conversation and receiving the required eye-roll of all wage slaves. iI'm pretty sure there's a section on MS Office's Resume Wizard for Eyeroll Experience and References.
I know there will be other opportunities, and that meeitng with these people at least was a step towards getting my name known through another department in the building. More interviews will do the same, even if I do'nt get those positions.
I put a lot of pressure on myself to succeed . Success to me means these things:
1. A job where I am paid at least what I think I am worth, which, all things considered, is not much. At least as much as I made teaching would be great. This ties into my belief that I need to be able to survive on my own. This means a level of financial security that makes living without a room mate or long term significant other a viable possibility, at least one that means I will be secure for a while before having to find someone to live with.
2.Medical, Dental and Vision benefits. I like know everything is working fine, and not having these things checked for more than two years troubles me.
3. The ability to have some savings. You know, savings that aren't emptied every four months when something stupid happens and I have to fix the car/make a trip to the vet/replace something expensive.
4. Freedom from fretting about bills, rent, groceries, or those bullshit expenses I incure just out of general selfishnes, such as buying a video game or expensive soap products or new shoes or other such things. All are filed in my mind under 'Expenses, Bullshit,' right after 'Expenses, Bills' and right before 'Expenses, Car.'
5. The ability, and this willl sound either 1950's housewife or Modern Day Smooth Operator, perhaps some kind of caricature played by Eddie Murphy, to Treat My Man Right. 'Man' being the current placeholder, I want to be able to present Nathan with the things he wants as little indicators of caring, or help him financially when some Car trouble comes along. In turn, he does the same, often getting me new games or taking me to dinner or getting me some beer making supplies. We carry each other as I believe it should be, but for some reason I have it in my head that I should carry more than he. I don't know why. I guess because I was an only child. I want to be able to say 'Hey, let's go to [insert a Southeastern City name here] for the weekend?' and just throw shit into a rental and go.
So, to remind myself that life goes on, I am treating myself to a Mud Flats soap by Lush, and the game Rule of Roses for PS2. A good horror title is just what I need to escape my disappointment with myself at the moment. A trip to the mall to acquire these, then a trip to the gym, then gaming into the wee hours while Nathan snores blissfully in the other room is just what the Witch Doctor ordered, I think.
What are YOUR weekend plans?