| Stuff. |
[Apr. 8th, 2009|08:42 am] |
It's another day in the valley, and things are as normal as possible.
I paid off my credit card, leaving me +200 a month to save for lasik.
I have a job (decent) with GS6 pay but no room for advancement until someone dies (not so decent).
I'm a team leader in the military side of things (moving up in the ranks from flunky to responsible.)
I'm considering writing an old ex and asking him for my movies back. Considering how we broke up (I called him from a combat zone, he ceased to answer) I doubt I'll get a reply.
I'm using my rewards points from my credit card to buy a dirt devil and coffee. When did I become an adult...and this kind of adult?
You know, same old shit. Later. |
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| Best. President. Evar. |
[Jan. 21st, 2009|05:50 pm] |
So, there I am, sitting around watching the president get sworn in, and I get a phonecall.
Apparently, per order of the *new* president, my VA benifits have been extended from two years to five years.
Literally, minutes after he was the new president-policies were in effect!
Yay |
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| Question? |
[Dec. 10th, 2008|04:59 pm] |
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Is anyone else weirded out by these "Wopper Virgins" commercials? |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 27th, 2008|11:31 am] |
Gah.
Seriously.
I need a job.
Yesterday.
WTF people, hire Vets, it will get you into patriotic heaven faster. |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 10th, 2008|03:18 pm] |
Things are continuing in the manner in which I’m becoming accustomed. A whole lot of nothing is happening at an alarming rate, alarming because I can’t afford nothing for much longer. Thanks to the “charitable” contributions of the National Guard, I give them three years of my life, they give me three thousand dollars, I might be able to swing ‘til Christmas without actually having a job. Then again, if I don’t have a job by Christmas, there’s a chance I’ll be jumping off of my quasi-three story balcony before sleigh bells start ringing in Wal-mart. The way I figure it, chain stores go Christmas as soon as the turkey is cooling on the table, sometimes before, so my clock is ticking, and this time it’s much, much worse than my biological clock. It’s my…I don’t know, work ethic clock.
I’ve put in about a million different resumes, sometimes I have trouble remembering exactly what I’ve applied for. I know I haven’t applied to the right one, because they still haven’t called me back. It’s beginning to feel like the world’s worst first dater. I’m sitting by the phone waiting for a call back, and sometimes calling them…like some sort of obsessive yet somehow unwanted high school girl. It’s beginning to erode my self esteem, weird when you find rejection by omission even worse than being dumped. Ok, ok, so it isn’t worse than being dumped, but in two weeks into my brand new job at Wal-mart, expect tears and emo-like cutting.
About oh, 8 years ago, in High School a group of friends got together at Denny’s and played Monopoly. Not that special, we were geeks, we did geeky things, but that wasn’t the point. The point was, we had a waiter, he had this great pirate smile and a pony tail, also not the point. I’ve seen James the Waiter twice since our Monopoly playing days. Once, he was in court-I think it had something to do with a divorce, it didn’t seem polite to ask (I was there with an Ex-who was having his own troubles). The second time was recently-at Wal-mart (Ha! The point emerges). I said hi, he remembered the Monopoly group, after some prompting, and I mentioned that I was looking for a job. He offered that I could work there, and as I asked him where the Brita filters were, I realized that if I don’t find job it’s a possibility.
How did my life get here? Wasn’t I a promising college student? Didn’t I get a good, morally upright, thank-you-for-serving job right out of college? And now here I am considering retail? AT WAL-MART? Eek. |
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| We don't need another hero... |
[Oct. 7th, 2008|12:18 pm] |
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It must be on some vaguely psychotic Tina Turner cycle. I don't think they've changed the CD changer in decades. |
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| Update |
[Oct. 6th, 2008|01:48 pm] |
I’m getting increasingly frustrated with the job search, and seriously looking in to unemployment. Is there anything negative associated with going on unemployment? Other than swallowing your pride and asking the government for help? I mean, is it like declaring bankruptcy? Does it negatively affect your credit? Just wondering here.
I haven’t heard back from the police station yet (YES, I CALLED THEM and LEFT A MESSAGE), and the VA won’t be calling until after the tenth. I’m pretty sure that the 200 bucks I’ll be making this coming weekend isn’t going to be very helpful as a paycheck, and theoretically, my bonus for the guard won’t come in until at least mid October.
I’ve applied at several places, and I’m just banging my head against the wall, hoping that the seriously high paying job but if this goes another month, I might be putting in my application at Wal-Mart. ICKY. Double ICKY.
Anyway….that’s about it, oh, and I’m completely excited, I’ll be putting in my new internet on Thursday. I can then surf from the comfort of my own home! Expect picture postings and more frequent commentary. |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 3rd, 2008|10:52 am] |
The mint tea I'm drinking burns my lips with the cool burn of peppermint, and the sounds and smells of coffee shop filter into the background.
The clouds hang low and bushy outside the windows, like the eyebrows of old men, mostly white with distinct darkening. It's cold outside, leaves pepper the pavement like colorful and lost punctuation marks of a festive poster. I love the cool crispness of the air, like a thrilling threat of winter- no question about it, it's going to be cold soon. I can't wait.
I've applied for yet another job, this one is a temp job, which is good enough as long as the paycheck works. I'm still waiting on the PD, and YES, I KNOW I SHOULD CALL THEM. I don't think that Tim, the guy who's in charge of hireing, is working today.
I'm counting on the army getting me my bonus, a cool 3,000 will be helpfull in keeping me from freaking out and considering selling my body to the dirty hippies at the bagle basement. (Please, for the love of god, don't take that one seriously, people.)
I feel more accomplished today than yesterday, and I'm considering buying a dark red cover set from Wal mart. I'm also considering buying a freaking nice pillow, which costs almost 25 bucks. Seriously, it's a pillow.
I've decided not to buy ANYTHING for about a month though, or at least not buy anything til I get a job. Jobs are important. Money, also important. Not starving, a good thing...paying rent, also good.
Anywhoo...I'm off to apply EVERYWHERE. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 30th, 2008|10:48 am] |
Icky.
My money situation is starting to go in such a way that I really. Really. Really need a job...yesterday. None of my VA jobs will post anything til october tenth. I'm going to apply like crazy and hope for the best.
I'm bored...and need to get a couch up to Lebanon...anyone have any ideas? |
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| The Eighties Will Find You! |
[Sep. 30th, 2008|10:30 am] |
Oh my god.
Tina Turner's "We don't Need Another Hero (Theme from Mad Max, Beyond Thunderdome)" Is playing on the muzak system at boarders. These kids are crazy. |
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| Yay! |
[Sep. 26th, 2008|10:22 am] |
I have an apartment! It has heat, hot water, power and not much else.
If you have furnature, plates, crap you're trying to get rid of, get ahold of me, I'm cheap. (Ok, too cheap to buy anything)
If you know of a wonderful job opening, I'm also interested in that.
Other than that.... I'm living in Lebanon...bored out of my skull...what do people do around here?
Well, I'm off to use my rental unit's laundry...keep in touch. |
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| At the Borders Offices |
[Sep. 24th, 2008|12:30 pm] |
Well, I'm really not doing anything right now.
I didn't really do anything yesterday. Waiting is so not my style, but I feel pretty uncomfortable with calling potential employers and seeing if they want to keep me. It has that bad first date, should I call now or wait for him to call feel. Yes, I know I know, it's good and shows initiative and whatnot. I don't need a lecture on being a good little doobee, I'm just complaining.
There's a girl across from me, shes pretty 80's looking, stipes and a pink headband, and tight jeans. It's weird to see this trend back, I remember my older cousin dressing like that when I was a wee one. Hell, I loved leggings and big sweaters myself. I still shudder to think of it though. At any rate, this girl seems inordinantly interested in either my computer, or what I'm doing on it. I'm sitting across from her, and she keeps peeking over the top of her Simpson's graphic novel. It's weirding me out more than a little bit.
Now it looks like I'll go back to trying to sell myself like the ugliest hooker on the block...
I can see my resume now:
Stryker Biotech, just so you know, I can suck like a hoover! I mean...I have excellent typing skills! |
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| It sucks to be me, even though I win all the time. |
[Sep. 23rd, 2008|11:50 am] |
I think I'm going to title that as my new book. It's going to be a realistic fiction about this person who is despirately looking for a job, but is always thwarted by the application process (three hours in, she's asked if she's ever spent a summer with south boston aboriginals,to which she replies no, and is rejected; the job is office temp.) We're talking years of searching-but!
But, she is constantly recieving free money, just not enough free money to really get by.
In the last two weeks, I've recieved nearly $1,000 "free." None of it is really free, I got a stimulus check from my 2007 taxes, a couple hundred for driving myself back up to NH,and a overpayment announcement with check from my car dealership to pay me back for my registration, which I apparently overpaid. I'm also getting a couple hundred back from pet insurance (get it, it works...especially when your $15 kitten becomes a $1,500.00 kitten), but I won't see that for a while, but it's still coming.
I'm not complaining, but I really can't stand the idea of not having a job, even if I do have this money coming in sort of haphazardly.
On a good note, Katie and I might have found an apartment, which means that there is a good chance I'll be moved out of Henry VIII's by early october. YAY.
There are a group of girls sitting next to me at Borders, and they're chatting about something. They're painfully well dressed, accessorized, and made up. I'm pretty sure one girl has a handbag that is worth the sum total of my entire wardrobe. I'd eat my own hat if any one of these girls was older than me. It just kind of weirds me out. I wish I had time to be intellectual, and accesorize. Then again, I'm not really doing anything all that important, so I guess you could say I'm slacking off.
I'm also looking for a bedroom set...cheap...anyone want to sell? |
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| Better |
[Sep. 22nd, 2008|11:28 am] |
Well, let's see. Today is a mildly better day, got in a screaming match with my mother, who I think I'm going to call Henry VIII from now on. Everyone seems to be intent on keeping her happy and terrified of what happens if she gets angry. I was pissed because she volunteered me to do some work around the house. I don't mind the work, it's the fact that she assumed I'd be at home all day, taking care of her shit. My mom still doesn't get the whole "I'm no longer a child, I have a life all of my own" nor has she grasped "a fourty hour a week job is not hard labor in a russian gulag." She also missed the concept "people who work fourty hours a week take care of their own damn messes." I just have no sympathy for someone who "took care of the kids" for eighteen years while my dad worked an 80 hour a week job (with no overtime) and now complains about how she can't "retire" from her 40 hour a week job.
Yes, I'm unsympathetic.
Seeing as how I'm paying for it anyway, I thought I'd move from the Panera offices to the Border's Offices. The atmosphere is a little quieter here, although the chairs are damn uncomfortable.
My goals for the day? Chinese for lunch, update resume, apply for jobs at Stryker... I hear they're hireing...let's hope.
Alright, off to do the workishthing. |
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| Terrible day. |
[Sep. 19th, 2008|02:27 pm] |
Well shit.
Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Damnit.
Damnit.
Hell.
This sucks balls. I'm going back to bed before this gets worse. |
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| Sudden Fear |
[Sep. 17th, 2008|03:50 pm] |
Ok, so I'm going in to "observe" at the PD tomorrow. I guess this is my interview, but I'm not sure. What if they want to hire me right away, which is awesome...unless I can make a boatload more on another job, and what if I can, but the other jobs haven't called back yet. Do I commit?
Searching for an apartment sucks harder than normal. Plus, I have the National Guard offering me "one offs" all the time.
THere is nothing wrong with one offs. I don't mind being up in Lebanon at 0730 to smile at potential recruits during a job fair. Hell, It's money, right? God knows what I'm getting paid, but it is money. Now I have to squeeze that in to an apartment visit at noon. HOpefully I'll have time for that.
IT's sad, but I kind of miss the apartment complexes in TX. New, clean things that people aren't doing because they have extra space and not enough bucks. It seems like most apartments here are sort of...random....
Still no job.
Still no apartment.
Still unsettled.
Icky. |
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| Procrastination 2.0 |
[Sep. 16th, 2008|10:41 am] |
So, I've started filling out applications for VA positions. I don't think I'd mind working at the VA hospital, especially if I was championing for veterens rights and that sort of thing. Plus, it would make it much easier to get my own personal VA claim done.
Thus far, I've run into two major problems:
1) I need a printer. You have to write up the answers to supplimentary questions, and we all know my handwriting, right? Anyone have any ideas?
2) The fire alarm keeps going off in my Panera Offices (Yes, I'm naming them. I even have an "office" with a window view.). I think it's because they're doing roofing and whatnot but I'm having trouble concentrating, and I'm worried I'm going to screw this one up. Hopefully I can land these jobs right away though, I think it would be great...
In other news, I'm looking at a two bedroom on Saturday with my potential roommate. If I'm really lucky, this guy will take pity on us and lower the rent. If I'm also really lucky, Money will just fall right out of the sky, and I can take that instead. On Sunday I'm going to GraniteCon. I know somebody who is just that cool. For further procrastination attempts, I'm going to look it up, and see exactly what I have to do.
What in the hell should I wear to GraniteCon?
Once again, I'm in West Leb, possibly moving up to the green in Hangover if things get warmer, or if the fire alarm goes off again. Let me know what the plan is.... |
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| Procrastination |
[Sep. 15th, 2008|11:35 am] |
So. I've written 2.5 references (available upon Request!) and added a bullet point (just the actual dot, no verbage behind it) to my resume. I'm worried about writing an Uberresume and then pairing it down, as well as not having any jobs to send it in to, but then again, at least I'll have one, right?
I'm also looking for an apartment in the area! Luckily, one of my mom's friend's daughter is also in the area and looking to share.
I'm pretty excited about one place, 1200 or so for the both of us, two bedrooms, bath, heat, water, electricity, washer and dryer, as well as high speed internet included. The sad part is, that would run me about 600 (total) down in Texas, but this is New England and things are much much more expensive here. Right?
Other than that, I've just spent a weekend with the NH national guard, all in all, it isn't bad, not great, but not bad. I felt like I was wasting my time a little, but I couldn't hold that against them, I'm still waiting on all my gear ( helmet, all that fun stuff) so I couldn't play when they brought out the big trucks or anything like that. I did get my M-4 (modified M-16) but I'm worried that there is something very very wrong with it. Apparently the barrel is noticeably larger than your average m-4 barrel. This isn't good. I mean really really isn't good. When something is measured in 100ths of an inch, a noticeable difference could mean that my shots are off by a lot. I don't want to qualify with an inferior weapon.
Next month is my physical training test, I'm worried about my weight (about 10 lbs over what it should be) as well as my push-up and sit-up scores. I guess I know what I'll be doing this month. It's probably a good thing, after october, I won't have to worry (that much) about this business for another year (ah, one of the great perks of being in the national guard! I guess my unit had a 30 percent pass rate last year (yeah, that's abysmial!) so I'm hoping that we'll do better this year, otherwise it will be hell one weekend a month and two weeks a year. Icky.
Ok, focus, and working! Working and focusing. |
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| NHites! |
[Sep. 15th, 2008|11:13 am] |
I'm at Panera Bread in West Leb UFN.
If you want to hang today, are bored, or whatever, call my celly, shoot me an email, or meet me here, either way! |
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