Archive for August, 2004

I got a JOB!!!!

Thursday, August 12th, 2004

Yes, me …. reject of the modern world. I got a job!!!!!! I start Monday!!!! I got a job! I start Monday! I got a job! I start Monday!!!!!!
I work Mon-Fri from 9-5 and I have a one hour upaid lunch break. So … it’s actually only 35 hours a week, but I still make mad loot and I have health benefits. Did you hear that?? HEALTH BENEFITS! MONEY! JOB! MON-FRI!
FULL-TIME! MONEY!

Oh yeah, P.S. — My job is only a 5 minute walk from my apartment!!! 5-MINUTE WALK. Could I be happier? Yeah, I could always be happier. I could have an even better job that is more fun that is cooler and better, but I don’t care because I have a JOB!
My job is REALLY IMPORTANT too.

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Thursday, August 12th, 2004

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Can’t think of a title

Wednesday, August 11th, 2004

If someone would hire me that would be great. I’m lazy, I admit it. When I finished college I swore that I wouldn’t be like other people that I know … sitting around, not really looking for a job. But … I did. Just for a while. I just loved being lazy. I loved having no responsibilities other than working at the easiest job in the world. Big changes didn’t sound like something that was right up my alley. My only real worry is money. What am I going to do when I run out of it? I’m not greedy, really. I don’t base happiness on how much money is to be made, and how much of it I can hoard away in my bank account. But living paycheck to paycheck isn’t my idea of happiness either. In fact, when I do have money I will probably find a way to make more. I was educated on just how to do that, and it was all I studied. Make money grow. Finance should be renamed “Money can grow on trees”, you just have to plant them the right way! Hahahaha! Ok, I know … I’m lame. What are you going to do about it?

Job prospects as of now are … who knows. Somebody called me today about a job, but my phone was mysteriously not ringing again. Just like it does just about every time somebody important calls me.

*Note to self* When you find a new job, the first thing you are going to do is:
1. Buy large couldron
2. Buy a newspaper and some gasoline
3. Put newspaper in couldron
4. dump gasoline in couldron
5. Put phone in couldron
6. Throw lit match into couldron
7. Run away fast.

Grrr. Goddamn phone.

XYZ also called me today. There is another position opening and I’m already up for the “second interview”, since I have already been there for interviews. I’m still hanging onto a tiny sliver of hope that someone there wants to hire me. Mostly because, location-wise … its my dream job. 5-minute walk to work, oh yes. 1-hour lunch break so I can come home and nap, oh yes. Money, oh yes. See … money was last on my list. Tomorrow morning, 10am. Wish me luck. I’ve been told that the guy interviewing me asks bizarre questions, so if anyone has any bizarre interview experiences, I’m up for some advice. I’ve had my share of bizarre questions too, but more feedback is always appreciated.

Reject

Tuesday, August 10th, 2004

I am a reject of the modern world. Oh well, life goes on. I had an interview the other day. I was rejected. THE END.

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Tuesday, August 3rd, 2004

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Redesigned again

Sunday, August 1st, 2004

I know I said I should just stop trying to design a webpage when I suck at it, but I gave it a go anyways. It is still under construction, so don’t click on anything because nothing works right now. My apartment is suffering from a case of clutter and mess, so I have to go and clean now.