For those of you who may not know, I am on the job hunt. For a career job. Can I just rant a moment (or this entire blog) about what a goddamned pain in the ass this is?!!? Jesus H. Christ. Shoot me now.
So, I went to a couple interviews this week already, and had a day-long job shadow today that sucked saggy old man balls....with crabs or oozing scabs, your choice. [Gross visual, I know. Sorry. It really sucked that bad though.] It was pretty much horrid. All. Day. Long.
Before I went to the initial interview, I read the entire webpage (SeattleCatalyst.com, FYI) to try and figure out what product or service I'd be working with. It was very ambiguous, to say the least. But, I wanted to interview well, and wanted to be informed, so I read it.
The interview itself was painless. Kind of short, but painless. Here's the clincher though. I asked the interviewer (who I found out today is the freaking CEO) what kind of work I'd signed up to do, was it phone sales, marketing, door to door, HR, or what have you. I ASKED THIS GUY IF IT WAS DOOR TO DOOR SALES, AND HE LOOKED ME IN THE EYE AND SAID "NO." He said it was marketing and sales of office supplies. BASTARD!!!
So, I got called back in for the 'second interview,' which was actually an entire day job shadowing one of their sales reps. I showed up to the place, which is in Columbia Tower, downtown (in the middle of mid-morning traffic, I'll have you know. It took me 90 minutes for me to get from Woodinville down there. Argh!!) and found out I'd be job shadowing.
So, we get into this guy's car (Ivan) to go to 'the location', and I start asking questions about what we'll be doing, and he pretty much lays it out that we'll be doing door to door sales. I'm thinking to myself "Fuuuucccckkkk. Fuck Fuck Fuck. How the hell am I supposed to get out of wasting my entire day? I don't want to do door to door sales, ever. This is not for me."
As it turned out, I walked all over Fremont, selling crap office supplies out of a catalog. WHAT A WASTE OF MY GODDAMNED TIME!! I'm so pissed at this. I rescheduled THREE, read it again, THREE other job interviews so I could go to this 'second interview.'
I was stuck walking all over Fremont and Northlake with Ivan, the techno-mixing, videogame-playing loser (let me add in here that I don't mind videogames, or techno - I love the music. This guy was just a freakin' weirdo), and his 'trainee' Mel, who needed some new bras like nobody's business. I mean, honestly, how can you walk around with no support for the girls? I guess I just can't, 'cause I've got an ample supply of boobage. Eew. I couldn't look her in the eye, and her outfit just plain sucked. She was in serious need of a makeover. I'm not being a snob about this, she seriously needed a makeover to be a competetive selling force. There's no way I would have bought anything from her. Why do people fall for loser jobs like this?
I had to listen to Ivar talk about his goals with the company, and how he was going to be a millionaire in 5 years, blah blah blah. Puh-leeze. You sell staples and reams of paper door to door, and I know it. Don't try and hit on me 'cause you think you're all that. I can see through all that crap. Gross.
So that was my wonderful day. Word to the wise? Stay away from CCS and/or Catalyst Seattle (they're the same thing). They sell office supplies door to door.
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Monday, May 8, 2006
Space Cow(girl)
Just put the song on and you'll know how my day went. Just so you know, I'm talking about The Joker, by Steve Miller Band. Sexy, laid back, just makes ya want to dance around in panties and a T-shirt stoned and shake your stuff before your man comes and grabs your shirt and tows you to the bedroom. Awesome.
Oh hell yeah. Don't you have days that just kick ass? I had one today. Work was easy and kinda just good feeling. Good vibes today. Chatting with a couple interesting gentlemen on here...possibilities abound. Summer is around the corner. Good music is in the air. The smell of beef on grills and the feel of a good cold bottle of beer is getting closer and closer. Good stuff is going to happen this summer, I can feel it.
Our puppy (Sophie) is cuter than anything. I took her to Trader Joe's and got hit on by all the guys; at least a half-dozen hotties. It was freaking sweet. No numbers, thank you very much, but I'm not looking for any either. Close call in that arena, but I do love playing hard to get. Just something about knowing that I'm worth chasing. Come and get me boys! Ha ha ha! Just kiddin'.
"People keep talking about me baby, sayin' I'm doin' you wrong. Don't you worry mama, 'cause I'm right here at home. You're the cutest thing I ever did see-ee-ee, I really love your peaches, wanna shake your tree-ee-ee....lovey dovey lovey dovey all the ti-ii-ime, ooh-ee baby, I'll sure show you a good ti-ii-ime"....ya gotta love it. See, it is all about stoned dancing in panties and shakin' your stuff. That's totally what the song's all about. Man I'm good.
Yes, I'm a little cocky, and I'll admit it, but I like a little cockiness in my men too. Confidence with a sense of humor about it, is how I see it. Some people can pull it off when you first meet them, others take time to feel comfortable around you before they can do it. Some people just aren't cocky. Whatever. Its all good. I like confident people. Fuck, I like cocky people...not assholes, but cocky. Confident with a sense of humor about it. Good flirts.
For those of you who aren't confident in yourself, just fucking fake it, and believe yourself, and you'll pull it off. Just try it. That's how you learn to do it. Be cocky around me, and I'll let you know if you're doing a good job. Don't be an asshole about it, but show me you're confident in yourself. I'll appreciate you that much more for it. I detest pansies and pussies. I mean, I like the flowers, and definitely love the fact that I'm a girl, and I have a cat that I adore, but I hate those communicators who don't get to the point. Just fucking say what you mean. Spit it out, even if you think you might offend. Take that risk. Speak up for what you believe in. Call me on things if you don't agree. What's the point of having your opinion if you can't back it up? Prove me wrong! I'd love to see you try. I love a good debate.
Okay, now I'm seriously just rambling. My medication has definitely kicked in, and I'm just typing, typing typing away. Kind of like Dory, who's swimming, swimming, just keep swimming. Oh crap. I'm cutting myself off. Oh but I do love writing, inner conciousness that I'll probably edit into something else in the morning, if I remember that I've written anything at all, that is.
Oh hell yeah. Don't you have days that just kick ass? I had one today. Work was easy and kinda just good feeling. Good vibes today. Chatting with a couple interesting gentlemen on here...possibilities abound. Summer is around the corner. Good music is in the air. The smell of beef on grills and the feel of a good cold bottle of beer is getting closer and closer. Good stuff is going to happen this summer, I can feel it.
Our puppy (Sophie) is cuter than anything. I took her to Trader Joe's and got hit on by all the guys; at least a half-dozen hotties. It was freaking sweet. No numbers, thank you very much, but I'm not looking for any either. Close call in that arena, but I do love playing hard to get. Just something about knowing that I'm worth chasing. Come and get me boys! Ha ha ha! Just kiddin'.
"People keep talking about me baby, sayin' I'm doin' you wrong. Don't you worry mama, 'cause I'm right here at home. You're the cutest thing I ever did see-ee-ee, I really love your peaches, wanna shake your tree-ee-ee....lovey dovey lovey dovey all the ti-ii-ime, ooh-ee baby, I'll sure show you a good ti-ii-ime"....ya gotta love it. See, it is all about stoned dancing in panties and shakin' your stuff. That's totally what the song's all about. Man I'm good.
Yes, I'm a little cocky, and I'll admit it, but I like a little cockiness in my men too. Confidence with a sense of humor about it, is how I see it. Some people can pull it off when you first meet them, others take time to feel comfortable around you before they can do it. Some people just aren't cocky. Whatever. Its all good. I like confident people. Fuck, I like cocky people...not assholes, but cocky. Confident with a sense of humor about it. Good flirts.
For those of you who aren't confident in yourself, just fucking fake it, and believe yourself, and you'll pull it off. Just try it. That's how you learn to do it. Be cocky around me, and I'll let you know if you're doing a good job. Don't be an asshole about it, but show me you're confident in yourself. I'll appreciate you that much more for it. I detest pansies and pussies. I mean, I like the flowers, and definitely love the fact that I'm a girl, and I have a cat that I adore, but I hate those communicators who don't get to the point. Just fucking say what you mean. Spit it out, even if you think you might offend. Take that risk. Speak up for what you believe in. Call me on things if you don't agree. What's the point of having your opinion if you can't back it up? Prove me wrong! I'd love to see you try. I love a good debate.
Okay, now I'm seriously just rambling. My medication has definitely kicked in, and I'm just typing, typing typing away. Kind of like Dory, who's swimming, swimming, just keep swimming. Oh crap. I'm cutting myself off. Oh but I do love writing, inner conciousness that I'll probably edit into something else in the morning, if I remember that I've written anything at all, that is.
Friday, May 5, 2006
Sisterly Love and Hookahs
So, I'm sittin' here at work. I just got here, and I'm already a little bored. I guess that's the price you pay when you work for/with your family. You don't meet anyone new, or at least, I don't, because I have my own office with no windows way in the back of the building, and the only people who walk by are people getting X-ray'd or going to the bathroom. Yay, how about I start a conversation with one of them?? "Hey, I know you've gotta take a piss, but could you talk to me for a moment? I'm bored." Good one.
The love interest previously blogged about has been dumped, which is super. No broken hearts, none of that 'I wish he was here' bullshit. Plain and simple, we broke up and its all good. Kind of fun while it lasted, but mostly not. He was a douche full of bullshit and mainly pissed me off. The only thing that really pisses me off about the whole affair is that I had sex with him, and now I don't have anyone to have sex with. Kind of a bummer to have it for a little while and now not at all, but then again, it is spring, and I'm sure I'll meet someone new.
My sister and I with a new friend Muhammad went to a hookah bar last weekend. I'd never been, and the only thing I've ever smoked out of a hookah wasn't fruit or tobacco... Anyways, it was really cool. Its kind of like inhaling vaporized sweet tea. Quite pleasant. The only downfall was that the bar was near Pioneer Square, and it was a Saturday, and the people who filled the bar were all youngin's who couldn't get into a real bar. It made me feel kind of old, but whatev. The music was cool, the belly dancer was goregous(!!!) and the baklava was delicious. Good times were had by all.
Oh! Before we went out with Muhammad, my sister and I saw this kind of indie movie called Kinky Boots. It was absolutely hilarious, touching, funny and wonderful, all at the same time. I'm going to buy it when it comes out. I'm also going to ruin the plot line for you right now. It was about this guy who inherits a shoe factory from his dad, who promptly dies in the beginning of the film. He learns that the factory is going under and that he will be forced to sell it unless he comes up with some killer shoe design. To make a long story shorter, he meets this transgender woman who owns a nightclub. (Could someone clarify something for me? The character is a man dressing as a woman, so I'm correct in labeling him a woman, because that's what he dresses as, right? I'm not up to date with etiquite concerning transgendered people, so help me out.) Anyways, they invent/make/create some stripper-esque thigh-high boots that can hold the weight of a man with stiletto heels to save the factory. He ends up dumping his bitchy old fiance who wanted him to sell the factory and falls for the spunky factory worker girl who helps him save it. Great story, and it all ends in a big bang at the shoe show in Milan with a big song and dance routine. On another note, I wish I had Lola's lips. There isn't a scene in the movie where her big beautiful black lips are not glossed and goregous.
We also ran into some sort of bike, as in bicycle, ralley/protest while downtown. These bikers were kicking the shit out of some poor guy in a car. They were doing all sorts of mean stuff; spitting his car, trying to break his windows, lifting their bikes and scratching the shit out of his paint, etc. We didn't find out why they were doing this, but I hope someone somewhere was justified. It was pretty crazy. I have some photos.
Sometime later...
Yeah, so I've been trying to add some photos to this blog from our sisterly Seattle trip of goodness, but I'm lame and can't seem to get any to load properly. Grrrrr. I feel stupid, but I'll figure it out eventually and post them later I guess.
The love interest previously blogged about has been dumped, which is super. No broken hearts, none of that 'I wish he was here' bullshit. Plain and simple, we broke up and its all good. Kind of fun while it lasted, but mostly not. He was a douche full of bullshit and mainly pissed me off. The only thing that really pisses me off about the whole affair is that I had sex with him, and now I don't have anyone to have sex with. Kind of a bummer to have it for a little while and now not at all, but then again, it is spring, and I'm sure I'll meet someone new.
My sister and I with a new friend Muhammad went to a hookah bar last weekend. I'd never been, and the only thing I've ever smoked out of a hookah wasn't fruit or tobacco... Anyways, it was really cool. Its kind of like inhaling vaporized sweet tea. Quite pleasant. The only downfall was that the bar was near Pioneer Square, and it was a Saturday, and the people who filled the bar were all youngin's who couldn't get into a real bar. It made me feel kind of old, but whatev. The music was cool, the belly dancer was goregous(!!!) and the baklava was delicious. Good times were had by all.
Oh! Before we went out with Muhammad, my sister and I saw this kind of indie movie called Kinky Boots. It was absolutely hilarious, touching, funny and wonderful, all at the same time. I'm going to buy it when it comes out. I'm also going to ruin the plot line for you right now. It was about this guy who inherits a shoe factory from his dad, who promptly dies in the beginning of the film. He learns that the factory is going under and that he will be forced to sell it unless he comes up with some killer shoe design. To make a long story shorter, he meets this transgender woman who owns a nightclub. (Could someone clarify something for me? The character is a man dressing as a woman, so I'm correct in labeling him a woman, because that's what he dresses as, right? I'm not up to date with etiquite concerning transgendered people, so help me out.) Anyways, they invent/make/create some stripper-esque thigh-high boots that can hold the weight of a man with stiletto heels to save the factory. He ends up dumping his bitchy old fiance who wanted him to sell the factory and falls for the spunky factory worker girl who helps him save it. Great story, and it all ends in a big bang at the shoe show in Milan with a big song and dance routine. On another note, I wish I had Lola's lips. There isn't a scene in the movie where her big beautiful black lips are not glossed and goregous.
We also ran into some sort of bike, as in bicycle, ralley/protest while downtown. These bikers were kicking the shit out of some poor guy in a car. They were doing all sorts of mean stuff; spitting his car, trying to break his windows, lifting their bikes and scratching the shit out of his paint, etc. We didn't find out why they were doing this, but I hope someone somewhere was justified. It was pretty crazy. I have some photos.
Sometime later...
Yeah, so I've been trying to add some photos to this blog from our sisterly Seattle trip of goodness, but I'm lame and can't seem to get any to load properly. Grrrrr. I feel stupid, but I'll figure it out eventually and post them later I guess.
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