Those of you who like music, I advise you to check out Spencer Day. He's local to California, but he has CDs you can buy. The style of music would probably fall in a softer category - much like Martin Sexton or Damien Rice.
Go ahead, check it out - you won't lose a thing!
Saturday, June 25, 2005
Friday, June 24, 2005
My New Hobby
Lately I've been doing this crazy thing: sleeping. As in ALL THE TIME. I have never slept so late, or so much, since...since...since before I can remember! It's truly amazing how difficult it can be to pry one's eyes open at 8 - 9 - or even 10AM. It wasn't all that long ago when I couldn't sleep past 7AM to save my life, and just the other day I didn't even surface from my room until 11AM.
Well, actually, that is a lie. I woke up at 9:30, discovered a migraine as I trudged to the kitchen for breakfast, and turned around and crawled into bed with my mom until 11. (Yes, all you crazy kids heard me right - WITH MY MOM! Take that, Michael Jackson!)
So that's my life in a nutshell. Most of my life since returning home has centered around driving my mom to Dunkin Donuts for her large cream, with a dash of iced coffee. Yeah, and the desperate attempts to find myself a job.
In fact, I went to an interview on Wednesday with the most unimpressive, yet demanding man I ever met. He grilled me on my ability to use HTML and type formulas into Excel for over an hour (despite the fact that the Temp Agency vets everyone they send out on job interviews and wouldn't have sent me if I didn't score well on their stupid little tests), and then got pissed off when I asked what salary range they were affording the permanent position (it was a temp to perm job) and what the company benefits were. He actually said to me, "Well, we just kind of threw this together last week and we haven't really figured out a salary," and then went on for about fifteen minutes in the vein of "we'll be sure to tell you when we figure that out, but gosh darn, we just don't know our ass from our face right now."
My mom told me that I should have told him that I knew that I would be good at the job and the only reason I came to the interview at all was to see if he and his company were good enough for me, but I hear that is not the best way to get a job or suck up to your temp agency. And then my mom actually forbade me to take the job if it were offered. I have two things to say to that: 1) How old am I, ten? I wouldn't take the job anyway, and 2) Excuse me?!
In any case, I am still unemployed, but I have two interviews this week - one at the Berklee College of Music in Boston, and one at Clark University in Worcester. It looks like I'll be doing best with my own job search and the temp agencies can all suck my big toe.
In the meantime, I saw the latest saga in the Batman series: Batman Begins. And while I could go on and on about the various attributes of Christian Bale (it was love ever since the first musical number in Newsies), or about the way Andrew grabbed my knee and nearly squealed like a pig when Katie Holmes and her nipples first arrived on screen, I would rather just tell you that I really, truly enjoyed my movie-going experience. As Anthony put it, no one is going to win any academy awards, but it was a feel-good, yay-for-Hollywood kind of a movie. And Christian Bale is SO HOT. Enough said.
This weekend is full of surprises too. Mel is traveling out from New York (for god knows what) and Andrew and I are expecting to see her in her full glory in Boston - even if no one will tell me what night I should expect to drive out there. And Christy and I are taking a grand ol' hike on Sunday in Mt. Grace State Forest. Should be more excitement than this little girl deserves.
Well, actually, that is a lie. I woke up at 9:30, discovered a migraine as I trudged to the kitchen for breakfast, and turned around and crawled into bed with my mom until 11. (Yes, all you crazy kids heard me right - WITH MY MOM! Take that, Michael Jackson!)
So that's my life in a nutshell. Most of my life since returning home has centered around driving my mom to Dunkin Donuts for her large cream, with a dash of iced coffee. Yeah, and the desperate attempts to find myself a job.
In fact, I went to an interview on Wednesday with the most unimpressive, yet demanding man I ever met. He grilled me on my ability to use HTML and type formulas into Excel for over an hour (despite the fact that the Temp Agency vets everyone they send out on job interviews and wouldn't have sent me if I didn't score well on their stupid little tests), and then got pissed off when I asked what salary range they were affording the permanent position (it was a temp to perm job) and what the company benefits were. He actually said to me, "Well, we just kind of threw this together last week and we haven't really figured out a salary," and then went on for about fifteen minutes in the vein of "we'll be sure to tell you when we figure that out, but gosh darn, we just don't know our ass from our face right now."
My mom told me that I should have told him that I knew that I would be good at the job and the only reason I came to the interview at all was to see if he and his company were good enough for me, but I hear that is not the best way to get a job or suck up to your temp agency. And then my mom actually forbade me to take the job if it were offered. I have two things to say to that: 1) How old am I, ten? I wouldn't take the job anyway, and 2) Excuse me?!
In any case, I am still unemployed, but I have two interviews this week - one at the Berklee College of Music in Boston, and one at Clark University in Worcester. It looks like I'll be doing best with my own job search and the temp agencies can all suck my big toe.
In the meantime, I saw the latest saga in the Batman series: Batman Begins. And while I could go on and on about the various attributes of Christian Bale (it was love ever since the first musical number in Newsies), or about the way Andrew grabbed my knee and nearly squealed like a pig when Katie Holmes and her nipples first arrived on screen, I would rather just tell you that I really, truly enjoyed my movie-going experience. As Anthony put it, no one is going to win any academy awards, but it was a feel-good, yay-for-Hollywood kind of a movie. And Christian Bale is SO HOT. Enough said.
This weekend is full of surprises too. Mel is traveling out from New York (for god knows what) and Andrew and I are expecting to see her in her full glory in Boston - even if no one will tell me what night I should expect to drive out there. And Christy and I are taking a grand ol' hike on Sunday in Mt. Grace State Forest. Should be more excitement than this little girl deserves.
Thursday, June 23, 2005
Again I Blame Erin
You scored as Existentialist. Existentialism emphasizes human capability. There is no greater power interfering with life and thus it is up to us to make things happen. Sometimes considered a negative and depressing world view, your optimism towards human accomplishment is immense. Mankind is condemned to be free and must accept the responsibility.
What is Your World View? (updated) created with QuizFarm.com |
I Stole This From Erin...
| Hand-Raiser You are 71% Rational, 57% Extroverted, 28% Brutal, and 28% Arrogant. |
| You are the Hand-Raiser, that annoying kid in class who always had an answer for everything. No doubt, as a child you probably sat in the front of the class, anxiously waving your hand back and forth in the air while your teacher desperately tried to avoid calling on you because you were the ONLY fucking kid that answered her questions. Clearly, the key traits of your personality are your rationality and your extroversion. You are like a little talkative calculator, in other words. You also tend to be rather gentle and less arrogant than most people. So what is your defect, then? Well, you're boring, and when you're not boring, you are just plain annoying with your ultra-logical responses and constant need to talk to others. So keep waving that hand in the air, son. I'm still not calling on you. You are too logical, you talk too much, and your humility and gentleness only makes me hate you more, because they make me feel like I almost SHOULDN'T hate you. But I do. Big time. To put it less negatively: 1. You are more RATIONAL than intuitive. 2. You are more EXTROVERTED than introverted. 3. You are more GENTLE than brutal. 4. You are more HUMBLE than arrogant. Compatibility: Your exact opposite is the Brute. Other personalities you would probably get along with are the Braggart, the Haughty Intellectual, and the Robot. |
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Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Recovering Unemployement Addict
Despite the fact that I still am unemployed, things are looking up. I've received call-backs from two universities and at least three staffing agencies. I have my first actual job interview tomorrow, and my second is scheduled for June 30th. Maybe your friend Ryan actually will be employed by the end of this summer. Keep your fingers crossed.
In other news, my back still hurts. It is not as bad as it was when my body was gearing up for that once a month JOY we call "female troubles," but it still sucks to have shooting pains run down your quads and to have your butt feel sore from (my best guess) sympathy pain. I am even enjoying the every other day kidney pain - cuz you know that a one-kidneyed person enjoys nothing less than pulsating spasms through the last of the pair.
What else? Oh, yes, I woke up with a migraine today and it's still hanging out behind my left eye. I have an appointment to see a staffing agency later this afternoon and I can barely begin to tell you my joy at having a headache all morning. If I'm really lucky, the migraine will return just in time for the meeting.
Whew. The house is quiet today though. We accidentally took the girls out for a two hour walk yesterday and now we have counted TEN ticks that we have pulled off their body (or the couch or bed they were sleeping on). They are so exhausted now that they barely even want to lift their heads to make it over the lip of their bowls for breakfast.
At least it means they are quiet.
And San and Preyasha have gone off to Hampton Beach for the day, only to leave the house to me and my headache, and my insanely cleaning-crazy mother. For once, the television isn't on with the volume up to decibals that the Jolly Green Giant can hear, and no one is trying to talk to me. That makes the migraine oh-so-much easier to deal with.
Anyway, I should probably hop into the shower and smell pretty for my meeting with the staffing agency. I hear they like that sort of thing. I may even wear something other than my pajamas.
(Erin, wish me luck!)
In other news, my back still hurts. It is not as bad as it was when my body was gearing up for that once a month JOY we call "female troubles," but it still sucks to have shooting pains run down your quads and to have your butt feel sore from (my best guess) sympathy pain. I am even enjoying the every other day kidney pain - cuz you know that a one-kidneyed person enjoys nothing less than pulsating spasms through the last of the pair.
What else? Oh, yes, I woke up with a migraine today and it's still hanging out behind my left eye. I have an appointment to see a staffing agency later this afternoon and I can barely begin to tell you my joy at having a headache all morning. If I'm really lucky, the migraine will return just in time for the meeting.
Whew. The house is quiet today though. We accidentally took the girls out for a two hour walk yesterday and now we have counted TEN ticks that we have pulled off their body (or the couch or bed they were sleeping on). They are so exhausted now that they barely even want to lift their heads to make it over the lip of their bowls for breakfast.
At least it means they are quiet.
And San and Preyasha have gone off to Hampton Beach for the day, only to leave the house to me and my headache, and my insanely cleaning-crazy mother. For once, the television isn't on with the volume up to decibals that the Jolly Green Giant can hear, and no one is trying to talk to me. That makes the migraine oh-so-much easier to deal with.
Anyway, I should probably hop into the shower and smell pretty for my meeting with the staffing agency. I hear they like that sort of thing. I may even wear something other than my pajamas.
(Erin, wish me luck!)
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