Irrational Exuberance
Well, its crawling to week 4 and I'm still unemployed and doing just about nothing about it. Met up with some old friends in SF and spent qt a delightful day shopping and eating. planning on going down to Berkeley again this weekend to well.. erm no good excuse really but to chill?
So, job interviews. I went for 2 and i think it figured out to be more of a disaster for the interviewers than for me. The first one over hte phone was not so bad simply cos i was talking to some faceless voice and faceless voice could sense my dis-interest so left me alone. Interview 2 was with AMEX which just wrong from the start. Firstly..i coldn't find my nail polish remover and had to leave half the nails on one hand a nacrous shade while the rest remained unpainted. Not a very good first impression. Then after taking the BART to Walnut Creek (a.k.a Charlotte, NC of the west), i promptly got lost and was running around looking for the AMEX office. Eventually found it but alas. broke out in an AWFUl heeat rash all over my face.. which was turning pink and puffy in splotches. So, launching me off with some refreshing diet coke, mr. Amex goes on tlaking and talking about the job. He was so into it that half an hour later.. i felt qt bad when my stomach started audibly growling. at this point.. i think my eyes were beginning to glaze over and i was perpetually staring at the Mac D across the street rather than establishing Eye Contact. well, i did a couple of other big No Nos during the interview which having repeated it to countless individuals, i shan't do so again here. Anyway the gist of it was at the end of the Hour (and fifteen minutes) of starvation, i told them that it just wasn't what i was looking for and left to go home. Complete waste of my time.
Moving alone.. staying here in relative.. ok. somewhat relative isolation in california has made me formulate several theories about life, love and everything in between. Its really bothering me, some of these ideas but having experimented them on several persons.. i've received nothing but immature, unconstructive remarks along the lines of me losing my sanity again,so i shan't put them up here. A suggests i write a book on it. Perhaps.
So, job interviews. I went for 2 and i think it figured out to be more of a disaster for the interviewers than for me. The first one over hte phone was not so bad simply cos i was talking to some faceless voice and faceless voice could sense my dis-interest so left me alone. Interview 2 was with AMEX which just wrong from the start. Firstly..i coldn't find my nail polish remover and had to leave half the nails on one hand a nacrous shade while the rest remained unpainted. Not a very good first impression. Then after taking the BART to Walnut Creek (a.k.a Charlotte, NC of the west), i promptly got lost and was running around looking for the AMEX office. Eventually found it but alas. broke out in an AWFUl heeat rash all over my face.. which was turning pink and puffy in splotches. So, launching me off with some refreshing diet coke, mr. Amex goes on tlaking and talking about the job. He was so into it that half an hour later.. i felt qt bad when my stomach started audibly growling. at this point.. i think my eyes were beginning to glaze over and i was perpetually staring at the Mac D across the street rather than establishing Eye Contact. well, i did a couple of other big No Nos during the interview which having repeated it to countless individuals, i shan't do so again here. Anyway the gist of it was at the end of the Hour (and fifteen minutes) of starvation, i told them that it just wasn't what i was looking for and left to go home. Complete waste of my time.
Moving alone.. staying here in relative.. ok. somewhat relative isolation in california has made me formulate several theories about life, love and everything in between. Its really bothering me, some of these ideas but having experimented them on several persons.. i've received nothing but immature, unconstructive remarks along the lines of me losing my sanity again,so i shan't put them up here. A suggests i write a book on it. Perhaps.