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May. 25th, 2002 04:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thejunipertreeI haven't updated in the past few days, which is oh so bad of me. I haven't really been doing much, other than driving all over God's Green Earth (TM) for job interview after job interview.
I had the three one right after the other on Wednesday, none of which are very promising (though they all seemed to want me). The chiropractor's office seemed okay, but they only pay eight dollars and hour, which I scoff at. The divorce center also seemed alright, but I left that early as the person who was supposed to interview me was over an hour and a half late. I did get a preliminary interview with another person from there, but they couldn't tell me anything regarding pay rates or such like. The dating service (I'm still amused by interviewing with them right after the divorce center) was crap, all around. "Appointment setter" basically translates as calling up people who've already expressed an interest in a membership and trying to sell them a membership. It's twelve dollars an hour to start, but only for the first three months. After that, you have the choice to either be seven dollars an hour with 3% commission. Or 5% percent commission, total. I'm not too keen on that idea at all.
The Hot Topic interview went well, though I feel like I came across as a goon. I was nervous and I kept repeating words like a doofus. They say they have a bunch more applicants to interview, but that they're going to give me a call regardless of whether or not I get the position.
*sigh*
I'm a pessimist, so I always will believe that that is bad news. Though every single job I've ever interviewed for has told me the same thing, regardless of final outcome.
A highlight, if you want to call it that, of the past couple of days is that Wednesday morning, I stopped at the store to hit the MAC machine and some suit hit on me in the parking lot.
"Where's your man?"
"He's at work."
"Ever cheat on him?"
"What?! No."
"That's a real shame."
He had came running to stop me after I was already in my car and backing up, the slimeball. Wanted to see my tattoo. And when I asked him which, he got this smarmy grin on his face like I had just asked if I could suck his dripping fuck stick.
I didn't hold back with the eyerolling.
Drinking more vanilla Coke right now, I think this is my fourth one of the evening. Tonight, I went to the Engineer's house with Newt so we could have dinner and watch movies. I heartily recommend watching Donnie Darko. It has to be the BEST FUCKING MOVIE I have seen in an extremely long time.
It also gives me new things to think about regarding theories of schziophrenia. Which I'll expound on at a later date, as it's late and I should really be in bed right now.
I had the three one right after the other on Wednesday, none of which are very promising (though they all seemed to want me). The chiropractor's office seemed okay, but they only pay eight dollars and hour, which I scoff at. The divorce center also seemed alright, but I left that early as the person who was supposed to interview me was over an hour and a half late. I did get a preliminary interview with another person from there, but they couldn't tell me anything regarding pay rates or such like. The dating service (I'm still amused by interviewing with them right after the divorce center) was crap, all around. "Appointment setter" basically translates as calling up people who've already expressed an interest in a membership and trying to sell them a membership. It's twelve dollars an hour to start, but only for the first three months. After that, you have the choice to either be seven dollars an hour with 3% commission. Or 5% percent commission, total. I'm not too keen on that idea at all.
The Hot Topic interview went well, though I feel like I came across as a goon. I was nervous and I kept repeating words like a doofus. They say they have a bunch more applicants to interview, but that they're going to give me a call regardless of whether or not I get the position.
*sigh*
I'm a pessimist, so I always will believe that that is bad news. Though every single job I've ever interviewed for has told me the same thing, regardless of final outcome.
A highlight, if you want to call it that, of the past couple of days is that Wednesday morning, I stopped at the store to hit the MAC machine and some suit hit on me in the parking lot.
"Where's your man?"
"He's at work."
"Ever cheat on him?"
"What?! No."
"That's a real shame."
He had came running to stop me after I was already in my car and backing up, the slimeball. Wanted to see my tattoo. And when I asked him which, he got this smarmy grin on his face like I had just asked if I could suck his dripping fuck stick.
I didn't hold back with the eyerolling.
Drinking more vanilla Coke right now, I think this is my fourth one of the evening. Tonight, I went to the Engineer's house with Newt so we could have dinner and watch movies. I heartily recommend watching Donnie Darko. It has to be the BEST FUCKING MOVIE I have seen in an extremely long time.
It also gives me new things to think about regarding theories of schziophrenia. Which I'll expound on at a later date, as it's late and I should really be in bed right now.
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Date: 2002-05-26 01:09 am (UTC)