The good news is that I didn't have the usual bout of dizziness that tends to go with ovulation, so I think it's working.
The good news is that I didn't have the usual bout of dizziness that tends to go with ovulation, so I think it's working.
And I haven't even used the thing that much, it's mostly been Kurt. Unfortunately I can't ask him to fork over money since this isn't actually his fault since his stuff has also been in black and white, since he did as I asked and made sure he wasn't using the colors unless he had to. So I have to go get some tomorrow so I can make a copy of our new lease and get it signed and all that jazz.
I think that interview went pretty well today. I very much overestimated how much time it would take on purpose since I'd never been to that area, so I just kind of fucked around and got some coffee before I went in. It's a call center that has several of the medical places in the area as its customers, and despite my apprehension about phones I know it's much easier for me to switch to "on" mode when I'm getting a call rather than making it. They also explained that while they're not a 911 line they do get cases that are pretty serious, so being able to work under pressure is a must. At one of my last interviews I actually said that I think I work better under a bit of pressure than not, since I know my own mind and that I can get distracted if there's not something keeping me focused. I was also cracked up by the informational movie they showed which was very, very 90s. The computers in particular were hilariously out of date, and when I asked about that they explained that the new computers actually make things slower in some ways since when it was just a DOS system you didn't have to deal with different windows or tabs and all that. I also asked if doctors still use pagers like in the video since it's been years since I've seen someone with a pager, and they explained that almost all of them do since other types of frequencies aren't as reliable, and hospitals use a special frequency. Learn something new every day! Hopefully we'll know by the end of the week if they're interested in me, and if they are I'll start a 2-3 week training course. This is temp-to-hire, so at the very least it'll hold me over if it works out.
Also one of the smoke detectors on another floor has been doing the "I have a low battery so I'm going to chirp every 30 seconds" thing all afternoon, and the people in that apartment are either not home or too dumb to know how to change it (hint: it involves a ladder or a chair and a fresh battery). Since this is the same apartment building where someone set off the building wide fire alarm last week and then booked it, both are distinct possibilities. And yes, I'm the type of person who will be kept awake by sounds like that. At my parents' house I sometimes get woken out of a dead sleep by things like the furnace turning on. It might be lessened if I close my window, since for now it's opened a crack, but I hope they fix that.
And some of the Italian guys in one store were quietly snickering when I butchered the pronunciation of “gnocchi” (apparently it’s “knock-ee”) and I was tempted to pull my very pale arm out of the sleeve and ask if I looked like I knew how it was pronounced. I think it's pretty damn obvious when you look at me that I'm primarily Irish.
And since it's about 80 degrees out this is the time of year when I start to get reminded just how very very pale I am, and I admit that I'm a little self-conscious about it since it causes people to make judgments about my lifestyle, for instance assume I never get out. As a matter of fact, the pedometer on my phone shows that I walk around a mile on most days, and today it was more like two and a half. And no, I will not subject myself to a concentrated dose of radiation just so I fit some standard of beauty. My family has enough of a history with cancer, thank you very much.
On top of a phone interview today this has turned out to be a pretty productive week.
I’m also gonna make soba noodles tonight and chill them, since it’s too hot to cook normally. I also feel better than I did earlier after I went out to get some ingredients. The guy at the vegetable store (it's not quite a stand since it's indoors) was nice because when I asked for spinach he asked if "a handful" was good, but what he actually gave me was closer to the size of my head. That's the "I know you and like you" discount you can get in the North End.
Also it's really hard to concentrate on applying to jobs when just going to to get milk feels like it takes more energy than I have. As annoying as it is, the fact that DUA makes you apply to at least 3 things a week does light a fire under my ass even when I don't feel up to it, like today. Luckily I have that phone interview tomorrow and I applied to one thing today, so I just need one more for the week. Normally I do far more than required but thanks to the aforementioned crappy feeling it's harder than usual this week.
And Kurt seems to have disappeared again, and I need him to pay me for last month's utilities. By now I'm just used to the fact that he tends to vanish for days at a time when he goes to visit his girlfriend, and she does the same thing when she stays here for several days at a time. I also need to consult with him about whether we should lock in our electricity rate now and risk it going up or take a chance in case it goes down. I have a feeling his response will be "whatever" but I figure since he's paying for half of it he should have a say.
The good news is that I haven't seen any ants since I put those traps out, so those seem to have worked.
Turns out I clocked in about three and a half miles total, which I can see thanks to a pedometer I installed on my phone, so at the very least I got some exercise.
I also had a dream where a red-crowned crane showed up in my parents' backyard, and I was trying to get a photograph of it. Even in the dream I knew how improbable it was that a crane native to Asia would show up in New England. This was interesting since my great-grandmother did a painting of red-crowned cranes that's in my parents' living room, and she's a definite presence in our lives even though she died before I was born. I'm hoping it's a good sign.
Well I have a phone interview sometimes next week. Still coordinating the details.
The one problem was that when I first got the email asking for time I'd be available, I couldn't remember the details of the actual job. Luckily I save everything I submit job-wise in a folder on my computer precisely so I don't get caught in this situation, and because I've applied to so many things that I know there's no way I can remember all of them. I did in fact save the cover letter I sent to them (labeled with the name of the organization so I knew which one it was) and just grabbed a copy of the job description off their website for my own reference.
Thankfully I predicted my own shortcomings on this one and set up a paper trail that's easy to follow, or I'd have serious egg on my face. In fact, I could probably even spin that into a weakness I'm working on if they ask that question.
One benefit to saving all the cover letters I send is that I can then cross-reference which ones got responses and which ones didn't, and in the process figure out what did or didn't work. I think I'm much better at writing them now than I was even a few months ago because I've been doing that.
When I went out to do some laundry I also had a surprisingly deep conversion with a local guy who works at the laundromat about that Zimmerman asshole, since the news conference where they announced the charges they're bringing against him was on while I was in there. This local guy had a great line when the reporter said that Zimmerman's gone set up a webpage asking for donations and talking about how scared he is, to which this local guy responded "That's funny, I bet that's how that 17 year old black kid felt right before you shot him!" The Italian folks up here do not seem particularly sympathetic towards that guy, including another guy who works in that same laundromat who looked up from his paper just long enough to say "fuck that guy" the last time I was in there, and I agree. We also made some snarky comments about how we wouldn't trust a Fox News poll further than we could throw it.
Right now I'm catching up on the second season The Wire since it's OnDemand, and I watched the DVDs of the episodes before the ones OnDemand while I was out in Western Mass. Cross-referencing a lot of things I like, including Games of Thrones, I seem to be drawn towards stories with huge casts full of characters with complex motivations and relationships and very grey morality. Makes sense considering that's also the type of story I tend to write. And since I'm working on the backstory of one character who's more or less an antagonist I realized that I'd started picturing him as Jimmy McNulty from The Wire, which makes sense since this guy is basically what would happen if McNulty got away with everything. I actually came up with the character long before I ever saw that show, but they're definitely in the same mold.
*The trick I always use with that one is "I'd rather have two desserts than one desert."
And like I said, the aforementioned interview went really well. At this point I'm trying not to get my hopes up since I've been massively let down every time before, but I really liked this place. It would be a challenge, that's for sure, but it would also be a good opportunity. And they liked me well enough that one of the people sent me information on a case of theirs they were telling me about after I'd left. I hope that's a good sign.
It's exterminating time.
I've had this problem before with little black ants going after the cats' food when D and Thomas were here, so today I got more of the traps that killed them last time. I know those traps worked since I didn't see any ants at all from around July until yesterday, so hopefully they'll work again, and I already sealed up a lot of the obvious cracks the last time this happened. I just have to warn Kurt about them so he doesn't pick them up by accident, and I strategically placed them so a certain feline can't get at them.
It's also funny timing since the ants like the cat food we leave out, but Mari usually cleans her bowl thoroughly... except I'm going away for Easter tomorrow and have to leave food out for her. D'oh. Oh well. Not much I can do about that now.
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Oh, and yet another nurse commented that the veins on my arms are very visible, which made her happy even though they didn't do any blood work today. I've probably heard variants on that half a dozen times from different health people.
Besides the disaster yesterday, tomorrow I've got that doctor's appointment and then Friday I'm trying to figure out if I can get in both an interview and hopping on the bus back home for Easter. At this point I definitely am going home, it's just a question of when and whether it's the long way or the short(er) way.
* which for the record is not actually connected to my actual bank account, so anyone who stole it wouldn't be able to get my account information
** apparently this also happens to my grandmother, so I wonder if it's genetic
Here's what one of the staff members just said in response to my suggestion about the problem I had with the equipment.
"That equipment was broken it wasn't supposed to be used [group that was supposed to bring it down] was aware of this. Sorry about that well discuss it at our next meeting and take action ASAP."
OH, NOW YOU TELL ME?! THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN REALLY GOOD TO KNOW BEFORE I WASTED AN ENTIRE DAY.
On the other hand, my technical skills feel vindicated since if the damn thing was already broken that explains why I couldn't get it to work. It just would have been nice to KNOW THAT.
Needless to say, the radio station staff got sent an email where I basically told them that alums like me are one of their most valuable resources but if they let stuff like this happen they're basically squandering it, since guess what? I'm pretty unlikely to ever say yes to helping them out with an event like this again! Because this did nothing but stress me out even more than I already was stressed out, to the point that I was being far less kind to people that I would've liked, humiliated me both personally and professionally since I was there not as a student but as an alum and a supposed independent adult, and basically wasted three hours of my life that I could've been using to do stuff like look for employment. Not cool. And for the record I managed to avoid using any words like "fuck" in my email though you can be that's what was going through my head. Although I've noticed that with me I seem to cycle from not using profanity, to using profanity, and finally if I'm angry enough my use of it just kind of tapers off. I think I was at that point. Also, I repeatedly tried to contact the people who are supposedly in charge of the station, but they either did not answer my messages or proceeded to suggest stuff I'd already tried, i.e. they collectively helped exactly nill. Oh, I also tried looking up the manuals for it online, but that didn't help much either since I needed to know how the room's audio setup was configured and no one, not even the school staff, could answer that. Fail all around.
Eventually even the coordinator of this event said that I could just go since I was basically staring at a jumble of cables with no idea what to do, and I agreed and packed the stuff up (better than it had been packed by the last person who used it, I should add). One person (not an official staff member, mind you, just a nice kid I know) from the station did heed my call and tried to help, but he was just as stumped as me. I later sent him a message thanking him for just showing up since it made me feel a little less abandoned. And the worst part is that this exact situation already happened once to us at Halloween, where we had no idea how to set up the equipment and it took over an hour for half a dozen people to get it up and running, and that was mostly through trial and error. At the time I suggested taking the time to outlining a step-by-step guide. I was told this was a good idea.
Obviously, they proceeded to learn nothing and never did it, so one person trying to do the same thing in three hours failed miserably. Figures. I know I've only been out of school about 3 months, but seriously, it's like dealing with a bunch of kindergärtners. I also put a message on the public Facebook wall of the group saying that someone, I don't care who at this point, needs to do this because besides being personally humiliated this made the group itself look really really bad. Inexcusable.
So after I left I started home, and then decided to go into a local brew pub because I was hungry, didn't want to deal with making lunch for myself and frankly wanted to be pampered. I managed to accomplish all three, and by the time I left I was considerably less stressed out. Also, beer, which I desperately needed after that (for the record I only had one, and it sufficiently took the edge off). And when I got home I took a nap, and now I'm much more clear headed.
So as Mom put it, I guess you could say today was totally bananas. *rimshot*