Don’t you know I pack a Chainsaw

Doesn’t it seem like when you need to get somewhere, everyone is super, extra pokey slow? I had one of those days the other day. I was supposed to leave work half an hour early because I had an appointment, of course I got stuck with that asshole customer, who just does not get it. This cubey job has taught me one thing, if nothing else, and if i already didn’t know then it confirmed it: at least 85% of people are incompetent, obnoxious, and just plain dumb and also pretty rude. Either way, I finally got off the phone with him, ran out of the office, down three flights of stairs, through the parking ramp, and finally to my car.

Now, I’m going to interject here and point out that sometimes I’m a little bit crazy. Which, I will totally admit to, on my own, I don’t need anyone else to point it out to me, because I already know. But I’m a gemini, so I think that makes it okay. Or a little bit more okay, anyway. I also know, that when it gets to be that time of the month or, like, the week preceding and following it, I get a little moody. One minute I’m happy, then I’m angry. I’m all over the place.

[side note, especially if you are a potential future employer, or like, boyfriend or something, or whatever: I do not unleash my craziness on all those around me. I can grit my teeth, smile and go along like life is great, even if I just want to slam something through the nearest window (is this weird?, I’m not sure…). Mostly, I get really angry for a second, and then I’m fine all over again. [Woohoo!] The only people who see my really crazy side are the people who, like, have to love me, no matter what. You know, my mom and my sister, and maybe my dad but he doesn’t really get it, maybe because he’s a boy, or something, I’m not really sure.]

So, today, leaving nearly twenty minutes late, heated because of the dumbass I had just been speaking with, I, of course, got behind the other dumbass who had to go 10 mph under the speed limit. And it was a no passing zone everywhere. Then, there was a car going so slow on the thruway that they put their blinkers on….say what, I wasn’t sure people actually did this, like this man was smoking his cig taking a leisurely drive on a Tuesday afternoon. Interesting Anyway, by this time, I obviously know that I am going to be late for my appointment. Because my mom knows that I’m crazy and probably being a maniac, and because she loves me, she called my Dr.’s office to let them know that I was running behind schedule. I think she did it mostly just because she loves me, though.

If I was cartoon, my face would have been red with smoke puffing out of my ears. You know what I’m talking about.

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I, also was driving like a bat out of hell. If there had been another person in the car, they would have been holding onto the holy shit bar. If I was still a cartoon, there would have been lightening bolts coming out from behind me, like in Mario Kart when you hit a star (the best part, obviously). If I had gotten pulled over by a cop, and if they had given me a ticket, it probably would have cost me like a thousand dollars. It was really ridiculous, because there was actually no need to be driving so fast. Especially because it was very windy, and I have little car, and so I was practically zig zagging around the road. I was still so angry, though, that I didn’t even sing along to the radio, which is probably the only thing I ever like about being in the car. Because I actually really dislike being in the car for some reason.

By the time I got to my Dr.’s office, five minutes late, by the way, I ended up having to sit in the waiting room because they were behind schedule too. This usually would be annoying, (for anyone! not just me!!!) and I realized that I just wasn’t mad anymore, because just sitting there, not being bothered by anyone was the calmest part of my day. Whew. And, that might be kind of sad?

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Workin’ 9 to 5

Once again, I’ve abandoned my blog. I’ve been pretty busy since the new job started and have hardly had any time for anything else. I’m all moved into my sister’s apartment, which technically, is now mine also since I pay half of the bills. While this job maybe isn’t my dream job, but I’m still not quite sure what would be, it feels good to get up and get ready and go do something. I don’t feel like I’m doing much since right now I’m still in training mode, but I’m getting paid so woo-hoo. Plus, some of these crazies make me feel, like, really smart. But I am smart, after all I do have a college degree. Or maybe that doesn’t really mean anything?

I have so many fun things to say about all of the crazies nice people that I work with, but since I had to be silly and put my name in my bloggity URL and even boast about my superb writing skills in some of my interviews, I feel that it would be a bit wrong of me to share my observations on here. Just in case anyone were to get offended. Although, I don’t know why they would. I just notice the things that other people ignore.

Besides getting to go to work every and drive half an hour through 15 mph school zones [really, why is it so slow?], the ghetto, and bottom-less potholes [but I do get to sing along to the radio the whole way, and I don’t even care who sees me], I’ve been getting back into my gym routine. Well, not really getting back into, since I never was a big gym buff. I would do some cardio at the gym or over summer I did P90X and some of Jillian Michael’s workouts, but I now I have the real life fitness training expertise of my sister.

Overall, I really am enjoying being a real person, grown up. It’s almost more fun than being in college and not being real. Almost

Why haven’t I heard from you

Eek, it’s been almost a month since I last posted, not that anyone cares. So what has happened? Well, last month I was offered a job, maybe not my dream job, but I’ll take it. Since then, I have continued looking for whatever that dream job may be, and had a few interviews – phone interviews, worse than in person interviews. One of them was like I was just chatting with some long lost friend about my life, maybe like a blind date? Tell me about your interests And the other one, I’m pretty sure she was eating her lunch while asking me questions that didn’t make any sense to me. I contemplated just saying, forget about it and hanging up the phone.

Just this past week, I packed up [most of my life] and moved in with my sister. My bedroom at home now looks like what a normal person’s bedroom should look like, rather than having every square inch filled with random things. Hopefully leaving so much of my stuff there will postpone my parents from painting over my hot pink and zebra walls, and turning it into some kind of practical room. Like an office. But, like, they’ve survived this long without it, so maybe they can wait a while longer.

Next Monday I start my new job. Yay!(?) I am definitely looking forward to having something to do with my time. It’s not really summer anymore, so I can’t lay out. I’ve read so many books, I don’t want to look at them for a while now. I’ve really cut back on my job searching, so I have been watching an excessive amount of junk TV lately. What have I learned? Talk shows have the same guests and talk about the same things, all day long. It might be funny the first time, but after a while it gets really boring. I also became slightly addicted to the show Jerseylicious, even though I found out that the salon employees were pretty much cast by the Style network. TV is being taken over by reality TV shows, that aren’t even actually real, so confusing.

You’re no one if you’re not on Twitter

This week in my LinkedIn Top Headlines in Public Relations and Communications email was an article about How Twitter can get you a Job. I know that I’ve talked before about how I don’t really like Twitter, and guess what, I still really don’t. I think it’s really just because I don’t think that that many of my friends have Twitters. And I feel like Twitter is maybe for those people who like to post way too much stuff about nothing. Every time I get on my Twitter, I just have nothing to say, that will fit in 140 characters or less anyway.

Well, what story was number 1, you may ask? A story about how 45% of Companies Use Twitter to Find Employees, of course. It’s complete with a colorful infograph, and who doesn’t love those?

There’s some interesting information on there, like how 1 in 3 employers decided not to hire someone based on their Facebook. I think that it’s really, kind of awkward that someone sits in an office and tries to creep around on Facebook to find you and judge you, and then not hire you. Most people, I think, use their privacy settings to block unwanted people from viewing at their pages, like ex-boyfriends and people that you’ve decided you don’t want knowing what’s going on in your life anymore, and your professors, and maybe your mom if you’re mean, and oh, the person who you’re asking to hire you. Either way, the infograph also says that 1 in 5 employers use social networking sites to research job candidates, so, I guess make sure you update your Twitter so that everyone knows that you’re still #unemployed.

I had to look around on Twitter to see what people had to say about being #unemployed and I found out that you don’t just have to randomly harass people on your own (like the girl I talked about here), Twitter now has their very own job search called TweetMyJOBS.com. I decided to check it out, of course. Basically, it gives you some “Twitter job channels” that you can follow and then you’ll be notified of new jobs, directly to your Twitter account! Maybe I’ll follow some and see what happens.

Other things I found via Twitter that made me giggle a little bit:
I haven’t washed my hair in three days and, by Gum, I don’t think it’s ever looked better. #unemployment
There’s only so much more late-afternoon Law and Order I can watch with my mom #unemployment
Why celebrate Beyonce’s pregnancy? I sat on a couch for 9 months getting fat, and y’all didn’t put me on the cover of People. #unemployment
Nothing like a little Motion City Soundtrack to take me back to those days when I wasn’t supposed to have a job anyway. #unemployment



[Side Note: In case you haven’t noticed, I choose my blog titles from song lyrics. Genius. Today’s heading is from Ben Walker’s Twitter Song. I didn’t think I’d find a song about Twitter, but by golly, I did! Thanks Ben!]

In the ghetto

Yesterday I had a job search break down. It was probably the most ridiculous day that I have had so far in terms of my interviews/auditions for jobs (because it really seems more like an audition).

I applied for a job that was posted online about two weeks ago. I hate applying to the jobs online where you have to fill out all of the information and then attach your resume anyway. All of the information you fill out is on your resume, so it seems so pointless, annoying, and time-consuming. After submitting that information, I had to take a test of situational/what would you do questions that probably took about half an hour. Depending on if I passed this test I would be able to schedule an appointment. Silly me for thinking that an appointment would mean an interview. No, they are not the same thing.

The open appointment times were during the week from 5 PM – 8 PM, a few were on Saturdays from 11 AM – 3 PM. I opted for one of the week day ones, because it was the soonest opening. After scheduling my appointment, I received an email that there would be ABCD testing and possibly an interview afterward. (ABCD wasn’t the actual acronym used, but you get it) I looked up ABCD testing and came up with several results. I was either going to be tested on my physical abilities, take a drug test, or take a test related to some high school. So, I emailed the woman back, she said I could if I had any questions, and asked exactly what the testing would entail. She said it would be a test of mostly situational questions, similar to the test I’d already taken online. Grr, at least I wouldn’t have to lift any weights, but maybe that would be more fun. I didn’t know if someone would be directly asking me the questions or if I’d be put into a classroom, given a #2 pencil and bubble answer sheet.

Yesterday was the day that I would find out. I realized, only earlier in the morning, that I would have to leave my house around 3:30 to get there, because it’s about an hour drive, plus road work, city traffic, finding a parking space, and then walking to the building. Guess I won’t get to eat dinner today. Side note: I get a little bit cranky when I haven’t eaten enough. Oops. Doesn’t everyone though???

I decided I didn’t need to take my Garmin with me, because I thought I pretty much knew where I was going. Wrong-o. An hour into my drive, hungry, hot, and kind of mad because it’s not even exactly a position that I’m crazy about, I realize that I’m not sure whether or not I passed the road I was supposed to turn onto and there are no street signs. I call my mom. Maybe I yelled, a little because of the aforementioned reasons, and finally figured out where I was. My mom loves me so much though that she stayed on the phone with me.

Are you sure this is where I’m supposed to be? I realized I was now in the ghetto. Ghetto, like, houses are falling down and the people walking down the street are staring at me, staring. Everything looked very dirty. What does my mom say, oh that’s right, I forgot that you’d be driving through the ghetto. Really? Thank you, mom, for sending your 22 year old daughter through a very sketchy place, alone. See you later, if I don’t get murdered before making it home

Thankfully, I made it out of there just fine and found a parking spot on the first floor of a parking garage right across the street from my appointment’s building. I still wasn’t really feeling good though, my stomach was starting to growl and I’d been crying. Overreaction, I know, but it was 5 o’clock, I was hungry. I went into the building and successfully made it to the correct floor and office space. I was directed to sit in a room, full of quite a bunch of characters, who also were there for said appointment.

What did I have to drive almost an hour and half for? To take a test. Online. That I had access to from my own computer, from the safety of my own house. If you passed the test, you were to schedule an interview, for the following week. By the time I was done it was about 7 PM, I was even more agitated because I felt like I had had to drive there for no reason. The test was something that could have been taken from a home computer. Besides that, I’m pretty sure that almost everyone in the room passed the test and set up interview – there were 17 people in the room. I’m not sure how many people the company is planning on hiring, but if there were 10 sessions, let’s say, with approximately the same number of people in each one, that’s 170 people, give or take, that they will be interviewing. It makes me feel like, what is the point? The whole process was extremely time-consuming, it could have been done in a more efficient way.

I was done, though, and only had to look forward to going back the next week. Yay. Oh, and getting home. Silly me, I forgot parking garages come out on a different street than where you went in. I hate parking garages because I’ve watched too much ID channel and Lifetime movies, and they make me feel like someone might pop out and try to kill me. It actually wasn’t that scary because it was still pretty light outside. But the homeless man wondering around in there was a little discerning. I knew which road I needed to be on, only problem was that in the section of the city that I was in it was a one-way street. There was also some festival going on, so some streets were blocked off due to that and due to construction. So I saw a sign for The Mall and knew that I’d know how to get home from there. After driving a while, I wasn’t sure where I was and only saw signs for getting on the Interstate going the wrong direction. So, I turned around, and finally figured out where I was and made it home safe and sound.

This definitely has been the most exhausting process I have encountered in my job hunt – and it’s not even over yet!! One of the woman that I was talking to told me that her sister had applied for the same position over a year ago, passed the test, interviewed and never heard anything back… I know that was just one other person, but again, is this even worth all this hassle? I contemplated calling and not going to the interview on Monday, but it would definitely be a job, and while it’s not really something that I want to do, I don’t think that it’d be that bad. I’m just getting fed up with searching for jobs, being told I’m under qualified/over qualified or being offered positions paying barely more than minimum wage or, my favorite, just being plain-old ignored.

I’m ready for this to be over any time soon, where’s my dream job?!

I’ve got some questions

After fixing your resume and rewriting your cover letter to be absolutely perfect for all of those jobs that you’ve found to be acceptable to apply for, and are actually real, you finally get called in for an interview! Woohoo! It’s both exciting and irritating when your caller ID displays a number you’ve never seen before. I know that I always tentatively answer when it’s a number I don’t know because I’ve gotten some crazy calls before from people who seriously had the wrong number. So when it’s actually someone calling for an interview, I’m always elated, and practically jump up and down after I hang up. Even when it’s a job I’m not really all that excited for, because a job is a job, and practically any job would make me happy at this point.

I think the thing that makes me the most nervous about interviews is knowing that the interviewer is going to ask me to ask them questions. Before the interview, I always do some research, figure out what the company does, what my role would be, etc. I try to put together a list of a few questions, but it seems like once it’s time to ask, I forget them! I wanted to do a little research today to figure out what it is exactly that employers/interviewers are looking for you to ask them, and if it actually is appropriate for the interviewee to take notes.

The first site that came up for my search was Virginia Tech’s. Some of the things are kind of obvious, but they also write that you might not look very bright if you don’t have any questions (yikes!). You should let the interviewer know that you have done some research by asking some questions that begin with something along the lines of, “I read on the company website that…” And you should know what to call the company, because maybe they’re actually referred to as an organization, school, business, agency, etc. Of course, you’re never supposed to ask about salary/benefits unless they bring it up first. That website, along with Career Builder, both give suggestions for other possible questions to ask.

In my opinion, I think that some of them are kind of inappropriate for the interviewee to be asking, but I guess what do I know. When it comes down it, I guess ask questions that you feel are appropriate and are really interested in learning more about.

Oh, and taking a pen and paper, totally fine, as long as you don’t have your face glued to it.

Use somebody

One of the things that I’ve read in a few different places, as well as was told to me by my college advisor and career services advisor, is that the key to finding a job is through your network. How do you build your network? Well, I’m not really sure because I clearly haven’t done a very good job, because I still don’t have a job.

I made a LinkedIn profile, which I hate. I forget to check it or update it. I just don’t really see the point of it. LinkedIn profiles have no personality, except for the little tiny picture that you can upload. I don’t have any really real experience in the field of communications except for an Internship and projects from the classroom, which were with real clients. My other experience includes things like: catering staff, cashier, sales associate. I guess those positions have allowed me to learn about leadership, responsibility, etc. but they clearly aren’t geared toward helping me in my chosen career track. And, when LinkedIn suggests jobs for me they are “cook” or something like that, because that’s what matches the experience I have, but those were part-time jobs. I didn’t go to college for four years to be a cashier (or did I?…). The connections I have on there are with mostly college classmates, again probably not going to be able to help me get anywhere. I guess they could, but most are also struggling to get entry level jobs, or have just started a career themselves. Am I supposed to just randomly add people from companies that I am interested in? Seems sketchy.

The other way I was told to build my network was through Facebook and Twitter. I personally think that the whole Facebook and Twitter things are, like, out of control. It started with the notion of connecting with other people at your college, to find others who had shared interests. Now, everyone and their mother has one. My newsfeed is constantly filled with things like: ate a banana, went to the bathroom, walking my dog now, going to see Suzy Q after, then I’ll be back to check my notifications. Or things like “loooooveeee my boyfriend,” really? I think I got it when I saw you tagged yourself in 25 pictures of the two of you making out. Okay, so maybe not that bad, actually sometimes it is, either way, a lot of Facebooker’s are out of control.

Totally just went on a rant, because that was not even my point. My point was that I hardly go on Facebook anymore because of things like what I just said, and because I’m out of college now. I used Facebook as a way to keep in touch with my high school friends after we all went away to different colleges and to add new people who I met at college. Facebook was a way to make plans with people if you didn’t have their phone number, or couldn’t remember their name, or creep on your rando roommate to make sure they weren’t psycho. But, I was told my advisors that I should use my Facebook to network in order to find a job. Okay, I’d heard about people NOT getting jobs because of their Facebooks, and then I was being told to use it. So complicated, like the rest of the job hunt. I made sure my page was PG, employer friendly, but almost all of the privacy settings were on so I’m pretty sure you couldn’t find my FB unless you tried really, really hard. Once you managed to find it, everything was private anyway. Again though, I go through my FB friends pretty often, and delete people who I don’t talk to, don’t know, or who annoy me on the newsfeed (some people are just too much). So, I don’t see how Facebook could help me find a job or build my network either.

As far as Twitter goes, I had one and deleted it, then opened it back up again. I follow a few things, but rarely go on it. I don’t know.

This all sounds so awful because I have a Communication degree, I’m supposed to love this stuff, right? I’m supposed to love social media. And actually I do, I definitely do. I love talking and meeting new people and learning new things and all of that good stuff. I just am not entirely sure about the whole social media thing to build your network. Butttttt, I found this article, it’s all about a girl who used social media to build her network and get a job!!! Basically she had to harass people. Okay, not really, but she did initiate conversations with employers from various companies via LinkedIn and Twitter, and she started going to industry events to network in person. While she says it was intimidating, it has definitely paid off. So clearly, the key to finding a job is through networking. Mailing out a resume, no matter how personalized it may be, or how much experience you have, or any of that stuff, apparently doesn’t always matter these days if you don’t know someone who’s related to someone who knows someone that met someone this one time in the street who knew someone else who was married to someone who was the sister-in-law of someone who actually works in the HR department of that company that you thought would be really, really awesome to work for. Gah.