It's been a month...
I haven't posted in a month, and it's really because nothing seems to happen anymore. Not to say that I am bored, though I am a little bit, but really life is moving by quickly and with little excitement. I think it's just a winter thing. While I am one of those crazy people who loves all four seasons, there gets to be a point in winter when I am really over it. That point is now. I'm going nuts!
Despite my desire to make more money and have more regular hours, I have decided to give up the search for a "real" job. After months of sending out hundreds of resumes and spending countless hours combing job postings, I did not receive one call back. Not even one measly interview. And I mean I was applying for everything including things that I was over and under qualified for. That can be pretty demoralizing, and even though I am not taking it too personally (economy, duh), it's become way too taxing and I'm done.
However, I am still looking for a better job than the one I have now. Maybe another serving job at another restaurant or something like a retail job. Yet, at the same time, I don't know that I want to. While I strongly dislike my boss; I love all the other workers, I'm used to the menu, I like the schedule I have, the clientele is pretty nice, and the money is pretty decent. We're moving into warmer weather and patio season, which means the place should pick up and the money would get ever better. Maybe I should just stick it out.
Tonight, I went to an open interview "party" at some douche-y River North bar. It's never a place I would go, though maybe because they do have a GIANT patio and I am a sucker for outdoors, but it's busy and full of yuppies. I have a feeling a girl like me could make a few dollars there. You were supposed to show up, fill out this questionnaire, attach your resume and then meet the three managers. I met one when I was called over, but it was up to me to "jump in" to meet the other two. I got there a little after it started and it was already packed. The desperation in the air was palpable. I decided I didn't want to claw over a bunch of other people for the chance to meet the managers over the next two hours so I ditched. I'm not that desperate. Being there was depressing. If it wasn't for the four dollar martini I had (dude! 4 dollars! score!), I probably would have cried. Everyone was so desperate.
It's probably for the best, not only did the place really not look like somewhere I would want to work, the first manager I met was kinda talking down my experience. Okay, so it's all fine-dining, that doesn't mean I won't know how to sling beers to your crowd of ex-fratboy jerks. I'm not a square or an uptight jerk just because I've only worked in white tablecloth restaurants. Eh, maybe I should just stick to the rich folks, they seem the least affected by the drop in the economy.
In other news, I stopped working out for a week and a half and gained back three pounds. Bummer. I know it's only three, but I only had seven more to reach my goal, and now it's ten. I resumed working out this morning and really kicked my ass. It felt good. I also had been kicking up my fat-burning diet the past few days, so last ten pounds, it's on!
I have the worst sleep schedule in the world, and it's wrecking my social life. I wanted to go to an event for a friend I've had since high school at Delilah's on Monday, and I wanted to go out with a friend I never see anymore tonight, but I get so sleepy that I need to go to bed at 8 p.m. Then I wake up at 2 or 4 a.m. and sit on the internet (like right now) until about 5 a.m. and then go back to bed until 8 a.m. Repeat. Stupid.
Despite my desire to make more money and have more regular hours, I have decided to give up the search for a "real" job. After months of sending out hundreds of resumes and spending countless hours combing job postings, I did not receive one call back. Not even one measly interview. And I mean I was applying for everything including things that I was over and under qualified for. That can be pretty demoralizing, and even though I am not taking it too personally (economy, duh), it's become way too taxing and I'm done.
However, I am still looking for a better job than the one I have now. Maybe another serving job at another restaurant or something like a retail job. Yet, at the same time, I don't know that I want to. While I strongly dislike my boss; I love all the other workers, I'm used to the menu, I like the schedule I have, the clientele is pretty nice, and the money is pretty decent. We're moving into warmer weather and patio season, which means the place should pick up and the money would get ever better. Maybe I should just stick it out.
Tonight, I went to an open interview "party" at some douche-y River North bar. It's never a place I would go, though maybe because they do have a GIANT patio and I am a sucker for outdoors, but it's busy and full of yuppies. I have a feeling a girl like me could make a few dollars there. You were supposed to show up, fill out this questionnaire, attach your resume and then meet the three managers. I met one when I was called over, but it was up to me to "jump in" to meet the other two. I got there a little after it started and it was already packed. The desperation in the air was palpable. I decided I didn't want to claw over a bunch of other people for the chance to meet the managers over the next two hours so I ditched. I'm not that desperate. Being there was depressing. If it wasn't for the four dollar martini I had (dude! 4 dollars! score!), I probably would have cried. Everyone was so desperate.
It's probably for the best, not only did the place really not look like somewhere I would want to work, the first manager I met was kinda talking down my experience. Okay, so it's all fine-dining, that doesn't mean I won't know how to sling beers to your crowd of ex-fratboy jerks. I'm not a square or an uptight jerk just because I've only worked in white tablecloth restaurants. Eh, maybe I should just stick to the rich folks, they seem the least affected by the drop in the economy.
In other news, I stopped working out for a week and a half and gained back three pounds. Bummer. I know it's only three, but I only had seven more to reach my goal, and now it's ten. I resumed working out this morning and really kicked my ass. It felt good. I also had been kicking up my fat-burning diet the past few days, so last ten pounds, it's on!
I have the worst sleep schedule in the world, and it's wrecking my social life. I wanted to go to an event for a friend I've had since high school at Delilah's on Monday, and I wanted to go out with a friend I never see anymore tonight, but I get so sleepy that I need to go to bed at 8 p.m. Then I wake up at 2 or 4 a.m. and sit on the internet (like right now) until about 5 a.m. and then go back to bed until 8 a.m. Repeat. Stupid.