i hate interviews, and i HATE being cold.
So where to start. I'm kind of bumming tonight. My roomies and I just had a "discussion" about money and paying bills and how to split up paying for the groceries, so that was fun. I hate money discussions. The money discussion was sparked by the fact of our heat not currently working, and what I think the temperature should be versus what others think it should be. Right now I'm sitting in my room wearing fleece-lined wind pants, a thermal shirt, a sweatshirt, and wrapped in a big blanket, and I'm still freezing. Also, I received my student loan coupon book in the mail today and discovered that I need to make a payment of $189 in less than two weeks. This is money that I don't have. When I tried to call them to try to negotiate a lower payment, I got stuck on hold for twenty minutes on my cell phone before I got cut off (I think my phone hung up on me?). Dylan thinks he might not have a job next month. And I am SO SICK of going on interviews. Here's how my week's been so far.
Monday: planned parenthood at 10:30. Had to be the playground for a lively game of Find the Cervix (the clinician's light was positioned oddly [the base of it sort of got wrapped around my leg] and she didn't have the speculum angled right, or else I wasn't angled right, so she had to dig around in there for a few minutes), but otherwise it was fine, and I guess my weekly salary isn't too much because I got major discounts on my bill-the exam and the pap smear and four packs of pills for only $128. That's pretty good, considering the pills alone should've been $72. At least it's over with. Monday aftertoon I went to my interview at Houghton Mifflin. I was nervous I wouldn't make it on time, so I left hella early and got to wander around FAO Schwartz for 40 minutes. No problem with that. And Nicole was really nice, and I feel optimistic. She's supposed to call me if the editorial team I'd be working for likes my copyediting assessment and wants to talk to me. Hopehopehope. We'll see.
Tuesday: called up the HR woman at Cell Press, because it had been almost four weeks since I'd interviewed and I hadn't heard anything. She told me that they'd filled the two positions already and weren't currently hiring. Now, I don't know how they do hirings where you come from, but I worked in SU's office of HR for three and a half years, so I saw a lot of resumes and interviews and hirings. And when someone was hired, I know Blondie (yes, that's her real name) sent out letters to everyone who had applied (I know this because I got to sign her name on them) and called the people who had interviewed for the position and weren't chosen to let them know personally. Even an email would be nice. You'd think that if someone takes the time to come in for the interview, they could at least let me know when the position is filled and they're no longer considering me. It just seems rude. Anyway, also on Tuesday, it snowed, and this wreaked havoc with the roads. That didn't matter much to me, just made me cold walking around in my good suit. However, Caren, whom I was supposed to interview with at Kennison & Assoc. at 8:30, got stuck in traffic and didn't make it in at all that day. I took the computer tests (word/excel/powerpoint) but had to leave at 9:30 to go to my next interview. I got to harvard square ahead of schedule and so took a few minutes to have a hot chocolate and gingerbread cookie at au bon pain, and then went to the interview at 10:30. Coincidentally, I was interviewing for the position that jorn had for two days. Odd. The director of the program was really nice, but he didn't ask me a lot of questions and didn't really spend a lot of time with me. As a result, some info came out in odd ways-like on the elevator-that I don't think put me in a very good light to him. For example, the fact that I have a master's degree but didn't list it on my resume I think came out sounding deceitful instead of practical (I wasn't getting any calls with it on there because I look overqualified, but the way it came out in the elevator sounded like I was hiding it for some reason, when I would've just told him in the interview if we had talked a little longer), as well as the fact of jorn and I being together and associated with this job sounded not funny and coincidental but... odd somehow. I don't know. I liked the guy, and I liked the other two people I talked to, but I don't know if I'll be getting that job. I wouldn't mind working there, but I can think of other jobs I'd rather have.
Tuesday night was game night, per usual. No games played, but pizza ordered. I haven't seen farbo in ages; I miss her. but it was good to see susie and miles, of course.
Today. Doesn't feel like a Wednesday. I got up at a decent hour, went to my 11:00 interview at Shambhala Publications. A marketing assistant position. The woman I talked to there was really nice, and you know it's a cool laidback office when the receptionist has some of the coolest dreds you've ever seen. I would really, really like to work there. Market some buddhist books. Yeah. I thought that the woman I talked to liked me a lot, but then again, I'm not feeling optimistic about anything these days, so she probably won't call. Then I came home and sat in our AFC cold apartment all curled up with jorn for a few hours, before he went out for his second interview. Then I got ready again and went for another interview myself, this one all the way out in quincy. I felt like such a moron afterwards-it's one of those advertising firms that does face-to-face advertising for places, like people handing out coupons and shit, and I was interviewing for an ENTRY-LEVEL MANAGEMENT!!! position, which I should have been wiser than to do. The guy talked way too fast and hardly asked me anything and seemed like he was trying to get me to buy something. I guess there wasn't technically anything wrong with him, but I just got a shady feeling from the whole thing. He called me around 5:00 to let me know I had been selected for a second interview, but I had to say I'd call him back. I don't plan to. I had to pay fucking $2.00 to get home from there, too-I knew there was an extra charge from braintree or quincy-adams, but I didn't realize it applied to quincy center too. Probably because no sign actually says that except *at* quincy center. Suck my cock, mbta.
The job thing is so just exhausting. I got a temp job for tomorrow, answering phones at BU, that should last me till christmas. I'm sick of this stuff, though. I either want to have a job, a real job, or not have one at all. My hands are so cold. I'm going to go watch star trek.
Monday: planned parenthood at 10:30. Had to be the playground for a lively game of Find the Cervix (the clinician's light was positioned oddly [the base of it sort of got wrapped around my leg] and she didn't have the speculum angled right, or else I wasn't angled right, so she had to dig around in there for a few minutes), but otherwise it was fine, and I guess my weekly salary isn't too much because I got major discounts on my bill-the exam and the pap smear and four packs of pills for only $128. That's pretty good, considering the pills alone should've been $72. At least it's over with. Monday aftertoon I went to my interview at Houghton Mifflin. I was nervous I wouldn't make it on time, so I left hella early and got to wander around FAO Schwartz for 40 minutes. No problem with that. And Nicole was really nice, and I feel optimistic. She's supposed to call me if the editorial team I'd be working for likes my copyediting assessment and wants to talk to me. Hopehopehope. We'll see.
Tuesday: called up the HR woman at Cell Press, because it had been almost four weeks since I'd interviewed and I hadn't heard anything. She told me that they'd filled the two positions already and weren't currently hiring. Now, I don't know how they do hirings where you come from, but I worked in SU's office of HR for three and a half years, so I saw a lot of resumes and interviews and hirings. And when someone was hired, I know Blondie (yes, that's her real name) sent out letters to everyone who had applied (I know this because I got to sign her name on them) and called the people who had interviewed for the position and weren't chosen to let them know personally. Even an email would be nice. You'd think that if someone takes the time to come in for the interview, they could at least let me know when the position is filled and they're no longer considering me. It just seems rude. Anyway, also on Tuesday, it snowed, and this wreaked havoc with the roads. That didn't matter much to me, just made me cold walking around in my good suit. However, Caren, whom I was supposed to interview with at Kennison & Assoc. at 8:30, got stuck in traffic and didn't make it in at all that day. I took the computer tests (word/excel/powerpoint) but had to leave at 9:30 to go to my next interview. I got to harvard square ahead of schedule and so took a few minutes to have a hot chocolate and gingerbread cookie at au bon pain, and then went to the interview at 10:30. Coincidentally, I was interviewing for the position that jorn had for two days. Odd. The director of the program was really nice, but he didn't ask me a lot of questions and didn't really spend a lot of time with me. As a result, some info came out in odd ways-like on the elevator-that I don't think put me in a very good light to him. For example, the fact that I have a master's degree but didn't list it on my resume I think came out sounding deceitful instead of practical (I wasn't getting any calls with it on there because I look overqualified, but the way it came out in the elevator sounded like I was hiding it for some reason, when I would've just told him in the interview if we had talked a little longer), as well as the fact of jorn and I being together and associated with this job sounded not funny and coincidental but... odd somehow. I don't know. I liked the guy, and I liked the other two people I talked to, but I don't know if I'll be getting that job. I wouldn't mind working there, but I can think of other jobs I'd rather have.
Tuesday night was game night, per usual. No games played, but pizza ordered. I haven't seen farbo in ages; I miss her. but it was good to see susie and miles, of course.
Today. Doesn't feel like a Wednesday. I got up at a decent hour, went to my 11:00 interview at Shambhala Publications. A marketing assistant position. The woman I talked to there was really nice, and you know it's a cool laidback office when the receptionist has some of the coolest dreds you've ever seen. I would really, really like to work there. Market some buddhist books. Yeah. I thought that the woman I talked to liked me a lot, but then again, I'm not feeling optimistic about anything these days, so she probably won't call. Then I came home and sat in our AFC cold apartment all curled up with jorn for a few hours, before he went out for his second interview. Then I got ready again and went for another interview myself, this one all the way out in quincy. I felt like such a moron afterwards-it's one of those advertising firms that does face-to-face advertising for places, like people handing out coupons and shit, and I was interviewing for an ENTRY-LEVEL MANAGEMENT!!! position, which I should have been wiser than to do. The guy talked way too fast and hardly asked me anything and seemed like he was trying to get me to buy something. I guess there wasn't technically anything wrong with him, but I just got a shady feeling from the whole thing. He called me around 5:00 to let me know I had been selected for a second interview, but I had to say I'd call him back. I don't plan to. I had to pay fucking $2.00 to get home from there, too-I knew there was an extra charge from braintree or quincy-adams, but I didn't realize it applied to quincy center too. Probably because no sign actually says that except *at* quincy center. Suck my cock, mbta.
The job thing is so just exhausting. I got a temp job for tomorrow, answering phones at BU, that should last me till christmas. I'm sick of this stuff, though. I either want to have a job, a real job, or not have one at all. My hands are so cold. I'm going to go watch star trek.