today i am zero for ten on job interviews. that’s right, there are people out there far more qualified than i am to do many, many things who are not getting job interviews at all. i, on the other hand, am apparently just really ugly or something.
fuck it. army recruiter on monday.
so apparently two awesome things have happened this year:
1) they may have wrecked einstein’s theory that you can never ever go faster than light
i am still trying to find anything that confirms or denies this information, mind you, so if you stumble on this page and know where i can find some followup information, please let me know.
2) anti-gravity
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ws6AAhTw7RA
at least, it looks like anti-gravity to me. keep in mind that i don’t know physics, and they say a lot about magnets and so on, but when they lock that little thing into place it looks pretty anti-gravity to me.
however, this has not contributed to the creation of
3) jobs for americans
OH SHIT I JUST MADE THIS TOPICAL WHAT NOW?!
now i get bored and go play dawn of war 2.
damn girl you looked a lot prettier in your profile thumbnail and i’m pretty sure that picture had a donkey in it
(Source: hellospaceman)
follow the adorable and amusing-for-all-ages adventures of a piece of bread and some pancakes. written and illustrated by my friend stephen.
gmail: while talking to a friend about the unfortunate passing of her father, my google ad sidebar produced an ad for funeral homes or something along those lines. once i added all google ad services (adsense, analytics) to my ever-expanding filters, i was no longer able to log into gmail. deleted my google account a week later.
facebook: aside from the insipid nonsense that being able to randomly type things causes people to say (myself included,) the sudden appearance of my personal email address in the “everyone can see it” privacy option was more than enough to dissuade me from using a service i’d initially only gotten to keep up with two friends.
google: the unfortunate realization that google had been tracking whatever i was doing, thus returning search results that were “catered” to my preferences. i assume this was left over from my google account in the form of cookies that i had to manually hunt down and remove.
do i expect my own quitting these networks to affect anyone anywhere? nope. chances are good that most people that somehow stumble on this blog couldn’t care less about any of my hangups about privacy, targeted advertising, and so on. however, i sure feel a lot better about finally cutting all of them off.
FOUR JOBS:
1) Internship w/ the feds
2) Accounting job 1
3) Accounting job 2
4) Admin job @ opportunity fund
I was asked why, if I’m doing Americorps next semester, I think I need a job. The answer is simple: I like money.
Three times in my life, I have been contacted by HR reps from companies looking to interview me for things. Here is the list:
1) I was once contacted by a temp agency that I won’t name that wanted to pay me $8/hr to do bookkeeping. Ordinarily I wouldn’t scoff at an opportunity to actually use my damn accounting degree, but I was the HPRP Grant Admin at SHCS at the time so that would have been a massive drop in income and responsibilities.
2) Someone sent me an email offering me “work.” They would not go into detail of what “work” was. In fact, they wanted me to come in to take a look at the “work” to see if I knew how to do it. This led me to assume that by “work” they meant “penis.” I stopped replying.
3) Someone called me, based on an extremely old and out-of-date resume (it didn’t even have my SHCS positions on it)on monster.com, to interview me for a sales position. The problem: they wanted me to move to Texas, and I would have to pay for it. Oh, I would also have to pay for all my own licensing. The woman was very, very angry that I would dare to turn down such an opportunity and told me that I would never get hired with my attitude. She hung up when I told her she would never get laid with hers.
So today, while I did my job hunt that I know I said I would put here but completely forgot about (today I applied for admin, admin, accounting assistant, research assisstant,) when I received an email that actually described a position, why the recruiter thought I would be good for it, and gave me an email that wasn’t blatantly fake, I actually replied. Would this be my dream job? Well, it’s not towel boy at Zooey Deschanel’s house, but it’s in an industry I want to get into, with a job description that is basically “your job at SHCS, only without as many people sending you angry emails,” it actually pays a decent amount, and it’s 20 hours a week so I could spend the other 20 buried in the library. Again.
I will, of course, keep you all posted by completely forgetting I have blog and coming back in a month to say “oh yes. I have a blog.”
applied for a job today at a community center in mt view as a student services guy. this would be akin to my time at learningstar, except that i’d be doing more administrative things.
community work AND working with students? they’d better call me back >:(
i got a letter in the mail today from the fine folks in King City, CA, stating that they had gone with a different candidate for the accountant position i had applied for.
i read the letter carefully. twice. then once more. and for the life of me i cannot remember applying for this job. possibly because i didn’t. you see, El Cuidado del Rey is a good two hour drive from Campbell. i can barely stand the 1.5 hour drive back down to Turlock, let alone a 4 hour daily commute that would effectively end my attendance in both MMA and the MPA program. there is no way i would have applied for this job on my own, which leads me to two conclusions
1) some insidious monster has stolen my identity and is using it to… get me a job? thanks, mysterious stranger, but could you aim a little more locally next time? or in canada?
2) the city of king preemptively rejected me. they wanted to do me the service of letting me know that even though i didn’t apply, they didn’t want me anyway. i appreciate the proactive approach, but as my good friend christo said when i related this story, “that’s like having a girl you don’t know come up to you in a bar, say ‘this was never going to work out anyway,’ and then throw an engagement ring at your feet.”
except that in his example, at least i could pawn the engagement ring.
