QAD Interview + more
I had my interview this morning at 10 am. I started the day off with my usual ritual: the alarm went off at the set time of 8:30 am, I walked over to it, called it annoying, turned it off and rolled back into bed. Fifteen minutes later I was frantically running around the house to get ready. Why must I wake up at 8:30 to get to a 10 o'clock interview? I know myself. I knew I would sleep another fifteen minutes after the alarm. I knew I would get out of the house at 9:30 when I really needed to leave by 9:15. I knew I would hit unexpected traffic and be deprived of my usual 90 mph freeway driving. I didn't anticipate, however, that I would miss the exit to Summerland and have to backtrack, but I made it to the reception office precisely at 10 am when I was told the interviewers were running late.
I dressed nicely for the interview (need to make a good impression, I can slack off later). It's a filing job, dust, dirt, no need for silk shirts and high heels. The first to show up was the older man who was very nice, very friendly, and easy to talk to. We joked for a while until the younger, more serious man showed up. He was a good looking guy, obviously very successful, and much more serious than the older man. This younger guy asked all of the questions while the older man sat and stared down at the legal pad in his lap.
All in all the job sounds boring, clerical, and dusty, but it pays well, $12 an hour, and it's consistant, 8-5, Mon-Fri. I'm going to be bored out of my mind but it will get me money fast which is what I need. I shook their hands for the third time, thanked them for their time and went to the reception desk to return my visitor's badge. I'm expecting a phone call sometime within the next two days to say whether or not I got the job.
In other news, I'm having to really rethink about CSUN. I found out that if I don't go this upcoming fall semester there is a good chance I will lose my Cal Grant and scholarships. What to do is going to be taking up a lot of my thoughts. I don't really want to go yet, but then part of me does. It would be a real loss to sacrifice that scholarship money but then I just don't know if I'm ready to move to LA and be a full time student. So much has changed in the past month that has upset the balance of my previous plans. The research has been done for me, I just need to make a decision, and the deadlines are fast approaching.
I'm supposed to have dinner with Louis and his mom tonight. The final time we'll be seeing each other before he flys away to Europe for two months and then is off to Berkeley for some years. It's a bittersweet situation. I'm really glad to see him off, that he is moving on to something he's dreamed about for so long and finally achieved. I know he will do well in college, he has the maturity and the determination to do well and enjoy himself. He will be learning so much and he's one of the lucky people who have a passion for their study. I don't know how I will react to him being actually gone. He's been a good friend, one of the best, and it was sad that we lost that this past year and only now are getting back our friednship under the pressure of his departure. I'm sure we'll still talk on AIM and in e-mails. I really wish him the best in his new life venture.
Someday I will figure out my own, which way I want life to take me. One day I want to be a free spirit, under no restrictions, no obligations. I want to live a healthy life, eat organic foods, work to save the earth, help the world be a better place. I want to be pierced and tattooed, sexy, and elegant, all at the same time. I want to be the cute intern and the sex kitten. I want to be gothic but listen to Cake. I want to walk into a piercing parlor and get holes punched in my skin and metal studs inserted. I want to enjoy pain. I want all of these opposites that cannot coexist. I want to live to be me, but I can't because of the world I live in. But I can make it work! I can't get my lip pierced or jobs won't hire me, and I don't want to work in a music store or coffee shop forever. I want to be an interpreter, but who's going to hire someone to go to school with their Deaf kids if they're inked up, pierced, and have dyed hair? I could be the most qualified interpreter in the state and still have difficulty getting a job because of the way I look. It's not fair, but I guess that's what life has to offer, sacrifices. You sacrifice one thing in order to be able to have another. This software company i'm going to work for has a level of professionalism that piercings just don't fit into. It's bullshit, but it's life. Do I fight for something that won't be achieved and make things harder for myself? It's their business, their choices, what they say goes. Or do I make the sacrifices and live as this society lets us? I say fuck society, and then I live by it's standards. I can't be a fence post sitter any longer.
I'm amazed at what an extremist I am; always looking at the spectrum and seeming to side with the polar opposites. In my utopia, anything goes. However you want to look, you can look like that and you won't be denied. You can have purple hair, tattoos, arm piercings, a spike through your head, whatever you want. You could have fur grafted to your skin and still be lawyer as long as you were justified. I'm am such the optomist, and the pessimist. I'm looking in the black and white and all I see is grey.
I dressed nicely for the interview (need to make a good impression, I can slack off later). It's a filing job, dust, dirt, no need for silk shirts and high heels. The first to show up was the older man who was very nice, very friendly, and easy to talk to. We joked for a while until the younger, more serious man showed up. He was a good looking guy, obviously very successful, and much more serious than the older man. This younger guy asked all of the questions while the older man sat and stared down at the legal pad in his lap.
All in all the job sounds boring, clerical, and dusty, but it pays well, $12 an hour, and it's consistant, 8-5, Mon-Fri. I'm going to be bored out of my mind but it will get me money fast which is what I need. I shook their hands for the third time, thanked them for their time and went to the reception desk to return my visitor's badge. I'm expecting a phone call sometime within the next two days to say whether or not I got the job.
In other news, I'm having to really rethink about CSUN. I found out that if I don't go this upcoming fall semester there is a good chance I will lose my Cal Grant and scholarships. What to do is going to be taking up a lot of my thoughts. I don't really want to go yet, but then part of me does. It would be a real loss to sacrifice that scholarship money but then I just don't know if I'm ready to move to LA and be a full time student. So much has changed in the past month that has upset the balance of my previous plans. The research has been done for me, I just need to make a decision, and the deadlines are fast approaching.
I'm supposed to have dinner with Louis and his mom tonight. The final time we'll be seeing each other before he flys away to Europe for two months and then is off to Berkeley for some years. It's a bittersweet situation. I'm really glad to see him off, that he is moving on to something he's dreamed about for so long and finally achieved. I know he will do well in college, he has the maturity and the determination to do well and enjoy himself. He will be learning so much and he's one of the lucky people who have a passion for their study. I don't know how I will react to him being actually gone. He's been a good friend, one of the best, and it was sad that we lost that this past year and only now are getting back our friednship under the pressure of his departure. I'm sure we'll still talk on AIM and in e-mails. I really wish him the best in his new life venture.
Someday I will figure out my own, which way I want life to take me. One day I want to be a free spirit, under no restrictions, no obligations. I want to live a healthy life, eat organic foods, work to save the earth, help the world be a better place. I want to be pierced and tattooed, sexy, and elegant, all at the same time. I want to be the cute intern and the sex kitten. I want to be gothic but listen to Cake. I want to walk into a piercing parlor and get holes punched in my skin and metal studs inserted. I want to enjoy pain. I want all of these opposites that cannot coexist. I want to live to be me, but I can't because of the world I live in. But I can make it work! I can't get my lip pierced or jobs won't hire me, and I don't want to work in a music store or coffee shop forever. I want to be an interpreter, but who's going to hire someone to go to school with their Deaf kids if they're inked up, pierced, and have dyed hair? I could be the most qualified interpreter in the state and still have difficulty getting a job because of the way I look. It's not fair, but I guess that's what life has to offer, sacrifices. You sacrifice one thing in order to be able to have another. This software company i'm going to work for has a level of professionalism that piercings just don't fit into. It's bullshit, but it's life. Do I fight for something that won't be achieved and make things harder for myself? It's their business, their choices, what they say goes. Or do I make the sacrifices and live as this society lets us? I say fuck society, and then I live by it's standards. I can't be a fence post sitter any longer.
I'm amazed at what an extremist I am; always looking at the spectrum and seeming to side with the polar opposites. In my utopia, anything goes. However you want to look, you can look like that and you won't be denied. You can have purple hair, tattoos, arm piercings, a spike through your head, whatever you want. You could have fur grafted to your skin and still be lawyer as long as you were justified. I'm am such the optomist, and the pessimist. I'm looking in the black and white and all I see is grey.