|thats right, after all my faithful xanga years, i'm deserting.|
|Ok, so I mentioned in my last entry (briefly) that I finally joined the ranks of 9-5ers. I know that you've all been dying to hear more about it so here goes...|
I write resumes!
I feel weird telling people. It's kind of a weird job to have. Way to use my English Degree though. I write resumes for an online professional resume service company. (www.employment911.com, but don't go there, you'll be inundated with pop-ups).
I love the people in my office, all day long we gossip about the idiot customers and other completely inappropriate topics like eating puke and doing acid.
I'm actually still training, even though I've been here almost a month. I actually went "live" writing resumes for real clients, but they decided that I was awesome, and that they want me to train on higher level stuff as well, which originally I would have trained for in a couple months. Now I'm learning how to write resumes for people who want government and military jobs. They are ridiculously complicated and I don't understand how anyone would be able to write one on their own. I'm on an hourly schedule now, during training, but I'll be moved over to piecework once I start the real deal. I'm not gunna lie, I'm nervous about that. I'm sure I'll start slow, but hopefully eventually I'll be able to make a decent wage.
I'm still trying to deal with the ethics of it all. We charge ridiculous rates. I mean, seriously, don't pay for this service. But after seeing lots and lots of raw info that clients send in I have come to the conclusion that some people just can't write. It's always been pretty easy for me, so I guess I don't see how it's marketable or valuable. Sometimes I think that the whole business is a total scam and sometimes I see how it's a valuable service.
We'll see. It pays the bills.
|I was watching some lame sci-fi series with my dad the other day. Well, in my defense, I wasn't so much watching it as I was sitting in the room where it was on and knitting. Anyway, I noticed (very loudly and obnoxiously) that those shows seem to just be a sequence of miraculous events followed by equally disastrous events. Oh no, aliens are attacking our ship, we beat them with our last missile! but now we're running out of air! we went onto the aliens ship to use the air there, but now we're being attacked again! Usually the episode ends on a better note, rendering the entire sequence moot and returning the situation to normal for next weeks thrilling adventure. |
I feel like my life is like that lately. Better....worse.....better!.....worse!...
I got a job! but my car broke down....We're moving to a new apartment! but other personal problems are getting in the way...
Sometimes it seems like whenever something awesome happens to me, something equally horrible also happens. Like I have to balance some cosmic scale.
I was going to say something profound about how hopefully things will return to normal for next weeks episode, you know, to bring the metaphor full circle, but that seemed a little too prosaic, even for me. (I am appalled at the liberal use of commas in the last sentence but fuck it)
its funny that when your life is the most boring, you have the most time to post and when it's most interesting you have no time to do things like write on xanga.
i spent the weekend watching my sister, who is now 5. anytime i feel like i might want to have children (which my mom has started to hint should be soon, wtf?) i'll just spend some time with Rowan. she's actually much less bratty than she used to be, it's just that kids are so demanding. get me this, get me that.
i saw my boyfriend for like an hour last night for the first time in a week. even though we live together, our schedules don't mesh well so i don't see him much.
cbest test is on saturday, but I'm not going to expend any more effort studying since I 1) left my prep book at home and 2) found out that I can't apply for school until next fall because of some stupid things. i would blow it off entirely and go to disneyland for gay day, but i already paid 50 bucks for the test.
alright, so I know my adoring fans are chomping at the bit to know whats going on in my life. (ok, mostly just john, who lives with me, so I don't really get it?)
Mostly these days I'm doing temporary office assignments. So far this has consisted of babysitting old people at an assisted living community, answering phones at a hectic medical research lab, and working the switchboard at the temp agency where they hired me. All very thrilling, I can assure you.
The biggest obsticle I've encountered here is what to wear?! Modern times are so confusing. Tucked or untucked (thats shirts not penises for all the trannies out there)? Are open-toe shoes appropriate office wear? Panyhose or no? How do I know the difference between feminine attractice clevage and slutty clevage? So many questions. So far I've tried to stay on the conservative side of dressy, because really you never know.
Generally, my life is kinda boring. When I'm not working, I crochet. Which is even older and more granny than working as a secretary.
Anyway, its boring. My life is boring, blah blah blah.