try harder
There is something deeply wrong with the fact that I'm excited that I've narrowed my scent choices from a perfumery (did I just make that word up?) site to only 54 choices.
The vagaries of the real world have still not bent themselves to my will. The temp agency was so wowed by my typing skills (which are honestly not that exciting, unless you count the fact that I'm on and off learning Dvorak) that they decided that instead of finding me a job that will look good on my resume (while I volunteer at envs groups and try for jobs with them), they want me to be their receptionist, at $2 less an hour than L1 is getting for her job garnered through that same agency. I probably should have said no, but I figure that currently any sort of income and sense of perspective would be a good thing. I'm also trying to stay on at the store and pick up some night shifts, if they'll let me. Because I'm getting paid roughly the same amount, except I get to wear my normal clothing, listen to good music and get a merch discount. I can search for a new job while the dullness of answering phones makes me realize how much I want to do something in my field. (I say, as if I don't really just mean my major) Why is it when I tell people that I want a job that deals in some way with environmental issues and/or helps the environment in some way I get these blank stares and looks that imply I've just said something really stupid? I would think it's because my goal is not specific enough, but I feel that if I just smiled brightly and said "I just want to make as much money as I can!" when they asked about career goals no one would question it. Grrrr.
L1 is gone for the week visiting her girlfriend. I'd probably be more excited for the being solitary bit if it didn't mean the kitten will be complaining even more about not having enough company. I was planning to meet with new craigslist friends this week, but everyone knows that you can't go meet internet friends on your own because they'll all turn out to be psychopaths and maul you with an ax. Also, it's less awkward if you bring people. Even if you're getting mauled, I imagine.
Must remember that Halloween is fast approaching. I was planning to be lazy and reuse my Jack Sparrow costume, but I keep on forgetting I need new dreads for the wig and facial hair, and some sort of coat. Steel was supposed to come down to visit and be Tia Dalma, but I don't think that's going to happen, at this rate. Connor wants us to go to one of his Yale party, dunno what L1 is planning. I just want to go to the big!parade since I haven't in 7 years. (I'm half tempted to pull out my old Harley Quinn and Rogue costumes, but they might not fit me anymore and I'd be forced to cry.)
I've been invited to an Alice in Wonderland formal masquerade after Halloween which I should probably at least think about. How does one do something like the Doormouse in formal dress? If this journal is supposed to help with my writing I should probably try to make entries more cohesive, shouldn't I...
The art meme going around on LJ right now makes me very, very, happy.
The vagaries of the real world have still not bent themselves to my will. The temp agency was so wowed by my typing skills (which are honestly not that exciting, unless you count the fact that I'm on and off learning Dvorak) that they decided that instead of finding me a job that will look good on my resume (while I volunteer at envs groups and try for jobs with them), they want me to be their receptionist, at $2 less an hour than L1 is getting for her job garnered through that same agency. I probably should have said no, but I figure that currently any sort of income and sense of perspective would be a good thing. I'm also trying to stay on at the store and pick up some night shifts, if they'll let me. Because I'm getting paid roughly the same amount, except I get to wear my normal clothing, listen to good music and get a merch discount. I can search for a new job while the dullness of answering phones makes me realize how much I want to do something in my field. (I say, as if I don't really just mean my major) Why is it when I tell people that I want a job that deals in some way with environmental issues and/or helps the environment in some way I get these blank stares and looks that imply I've just said something really stupid? I would think it's because my goal is not specific enough, but I feel that if I just smiled brightly and said "I just want to make as much money as I can!" when they asked about career goals no one would question it. Grrrr.
L1 is gone for the week visiting her girlfriend. I'd probably be more excited for the being solitary bit if it didn't mean the kitten will be complaining even more about not having enough company. I was planning to meet with new craigslist friends this week, but everyone knows that you can't go meet internet friends on your own because they'll all turn out to be psychopaths and maul you with an ax. Also, it's less awkward if you bring people. Even if you're getting mauled, I imagine.
Must remember that Halloween is fast approaching. I was planning to be lazy and reuse my Jack Sparrow costume, but I keep on forgetting I need new dreads for the wig and facial hair, and some sort of coat. Steel was supposed to come down to visit and be Tia Dalma, but I don't think that's going to happen, at this rate. Connor wants us to go to one of his Yale party, dunno what L1 is planning. I just want to go to the big!parade since I haven't in 7 years. (I'm half tempted to pull out my old Harley Quinn and Rogue costumes, but they might not fit me anymore and I'd be forced to cry.)
I've been invited to an Alice in Wonderland formal masquerade after Halloween which I should probably at least think about. How does one do something like the Doormouse in formal dress? If this journal is supposed to help with my writing I should probably try to make entries more cohesive, shouldn't I...
The art meme going around on LJ right now makes me very, very, happy.