Quick! Grab the hats! (what...?)
Alright, Time for that semi-regular update thing. (FUCK! I just realised that I missed October.)
I have a place to live. Steve and I found a fairly sizable apartment in one of the nicer ctreets in the worst area of town. But it's a second floor place, with a great big kitchen and a comfortable living room. We've settled in, had a couple of get togethers.
Hallowe'en, actually, was a huge success. I had a ridiculous number of people come over, the booze was free-flowing, and we all had a great time. If I can find the pictures, I dressed up as Dean Winchester, and apparently did a fairly decent job of it. Hair cut and everything.
So life is looking up.
The job at Sitel is going well. I've made a lateral move to a different line of business in the same campaign, which doesn't mean anything more than I don't have to del with customers on a day-to-day basis. The really good thing though, is that I've been in contact with my HR department, and Marlo has really been pushing for me. There are positions open in Tennessee, and while most of them aren't actually in Nashville, a couple hours away in the right country is better than 22 hours and an international border between us.
I'm going down for Yule. Well, actually it's two weeks, running from the 22nd of Decenber through to the 5th of January, and Marlo's hoping to have interviews set up for me in both Oak Ridge and Memphis. There are coach and trainer positions open in Memphis, so I'm applying to them like crazy. There's also one position in Nashville, which would be most ideal, but the chances of actually getting it...slim to none.
It's a corporate receptionist position at Sitel Headquarters. Of the positions currently open, it's the one I'm best qualified for. But if they're looking for a receptionist, they're probably looking for one to start as soon as possible. Which means that I'm done before I even start, because unless they sponsor a work Visa, I have no viable way of legally entering the US.
So this is where you, dear flist, come in. My resume is fairly impressive, well laid out. Resume's I'm good at. My problem is writing a really kick-ass cover letter. So I'm asking, begging, groveling at your e-feet. If anyone, anyone at all willing or able to assist me with making myself appealing to this huge, multi-national corporation, please, please, I would appreciate it so much.
In other news, I am totally fucked. And not in a feel-good shivery kind of way. More in the warm-fuzzies kind of way. Meet Bullet:
http://www.petfinder.com/petnote/displaypet.cgi?petid=12173639
Cait, my fiancee, found him for me. He's in Dickson, maybe half an hour, 45 minutes outside of Nashville? Trust me, I know how absolutely insane this is. How there are dogs in Ontario needing adopting. And how expensive and difficult it is to ship dogs over the border. But look at that face. And he's at a kill-shelter.
I'm so fucked.
So I'm going to talk to my landlady, make sure that me getting another dog is okay. Technically she can't say no, but I like having a good relationship wth my landlady. It's that whole quality of living thing.
But, assuming that Rita agrees (which I'm 95% sure she will), Cait will let the shelter know that if, by the time Bullet's ticket comes up no one has chosen to take him home, then we will adopt him. And by 'we', I mean 'me'. Probably.
So very, very fucked.
Anyway, that's what's up with me! How about you folk?
I have a place to live. Steve and I found a fairly sizable apartment in one of the nicer ctreets in the worst area of town. But it's a second floor place, with a great big kitchen and a comfortable living room. We've settled in, had a couple of get togethers.
Hallowe'en, actually, was a huge success. I had a ridiculous number of people come over, the booze was free-flowing, and we all had a great time. If I can find the pictures, I dressed up as Dean Winchester, and apparently did a fairly decent job of it. Hair cut and everything.
So life is looking up.
The job at Sitel is going well. I've made a lateral move to a different line of business in the same campaign, which doesn't mean anything more than I don't have to del with customers on a day-to-day basis. The really good thing though, is that I've been in contact with my HR department, and Marlo has really been pushing for me. There are positions open in Tennessee, and while most of them aren't actually in Nashville, a couple hours away in the right country is better than 22 hours and an international border between us.
I'm going down for Yule. Well, actually it's two weeks, running from the 22nd of Decenber through to the 5th of January, and Marlo's hoping to have interviews set up for me in both Oak Ridge and Memphis. There are coach and trainer positions open in Memphis, so I'm applying to them like crazy. There's also one position in Nashville, which would be most ideal, but the chances of actually getting it...slim to none.
It's a corporate receptionist position at Sitel Headquarters. Of the positions currently open, it's the one I'm best qualified for. But if they're looking for a receptionist, they're probably looking for one to start as soon as possible. Which means that I'm done before I even start, because unless they sponsor a work Visa, I have no viable way of legally entering the US.
So this is where you, dear flist, come in. My resume is fairly impressive, well laid out. Resume's I'm good at. My problem is writing a really kick-ass cover letter. So I'm asking, begging, groveling at your e-feet. If anyone, anyone at all willing or able to assist me with making myself appealing to this huge, multi-national corporation, please, please, I would appreciate it so much.
In other news, I am totally fucked. And not in a feel-good shivery kind of way. More in the warm-fuzzies kind of way. Meet Bullet:
http://www.petfinder.com/petnote/displaypet.cgi?petid=12173639
Cait, my fiancee, found him for me. He's in Dickson, maybe half an hour, 45 minutes outside of Nashville? Trust me, I know how absolutely insane this is. How there are dogs in Ontario needing adopting. And how expensive and difficult it is to ship dogs over the border. But look at that face. And he's at a kill-shelter.
I'm so fucked.
So I'm going to talk to my landlady, make sure that me getting another dog is okay. Technically she can't say no, but I like having a good relationship wth my landlady. It's that whole quality of living thing.
But, assuming that Rita agrees (which I'm 95% sure she will), Cait will let the shelter know that if, by the time Bullet's ticket comes up no one has chosen to take him home, then we will adopt him. And by 'we', I mean 'me'. Probably.
So very, very fucked.
Anyway, that's what's up with me! How about you folk?