You spin my head right round, right round

I stumbled upon this Business Insider article this morning, 5 Reasons Why You Never Hear Back After Applying for a Job. Okay, so maybe I haven’t put enough key words into my resume, and I don’t have exactly 2-3 years of experience, or the master’s degree you want the person to have and then you’re just going to pay them 10 lousy dollars an hour anyway. Personally, I think that’s crap. I still think it’s rude to ignore emails. I much prefer getting the generic, sorry we chose someone else than nothing at all. No one likes being stood up.

I am wondering, though, how anyone is supposed to be getting experience if no one is willing to take a chance and hire you. Oh right, there are internships. Wait, I’m 23 and living on my own with bills and loans to pay, I can’t work for free. I think they call that slave labor anyway. Sorry, in college, no one was there to help me figure out where to do a meaningful internship. I realize now I should have done this on my own. Hindsight is 20/20

So, I’m working at a job that I really don’t like all that much, because it’s a job and it pays me well, but I certainly don’t see myself doing this forever. It has really nothing to do with my major; I don’t get to be creative, I get to sit down all day and listen to idiots the nicest people tell me how wonderful I am. Does this experience count for anything??

I’m just wondering if I’m ever going to be able to have a job that I like. Or if I will always dread Mondays and be counting down until Friday?

Growing up we were always told you can be anything you want, the world is at your fingertips. But, not really. For jobs that I’d really like to take, I am being offered $10 an hour. I can’t live on $10/hour, with maybe 30 hours a week. In what world can someone live on that? That’s not the dream that we were promised, and I wanna know where it is.

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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.

image from clipartof.com

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?

Text until your fingers bleed.

Creepers. What do we do about them? Isn’t it funny how the boys you want to like you, never seem to, and the ones who you wish would ignore you, won’t leave you alone. I’ll never understand this conundrum and it always seems to happen to me.. anyone else?

Is it because we really should be ignoring those boys who we like, because that, for whatever twisted reason, will somehow make them like us more? Does rejecting a boy, who’s so used to not being rejected, make him think he should try harder to get you?

Here’s the situation. A couple of months ago, I went out for some casual drinks with one of my besties. Long story short there was kid out who she kind of knew because he went to her high school but he was, like, 5 years older. He was pretty drunk and had to work the next morning. He kept asking me to go out on a date with him. I reluctantly agreed after some pushing by my friend, figuring, what’s the worst that could happen?
So, the next day, he texted me about going out. I said we could go to dinner. He suggested a movie at his house. Ew, who do you think I am? I ignored him. A while later, dinner is good, he suggested a restaurant, I told him what time to pick me up. Instead of being a normal boy and just, like, googling the address I gave him or using one of those fancy things we people like to call a GPS he made me explain where I lived to him. Annoyingg. You’re a boy, figure it out. He already had several strikes against him:

1. He was really drunk the night before – and had to work the next day, hungover = irresponsible.

2. When he was really drunk he was talking about all his past, um.. we’ll just call them “girlfriends”

3. He went on and on about how he was such an amazing athlete in high school. High school, but you’re 28, and you don’t look like you’re an allstar anymore, get over it.

4. He works at a car dealership. Now, I know that it might be a stereotype that car dealers are sleazy, but… sometimes stereotypes just fit.

Plus, the whole thing about him thinking that I’d drive to his house to just watch a movie. I was beginning to think that I should just tell him nevermind, because I could tell there was no way he would be able to redeem himself. But, he was already on his way.

Next strike: he sat in his car and texted me that he was there. Never heard of a doorbell? He had a creeperesque car too, like you work at a car dealership, you can pick any of the cars to slap those dealer plates on to cruise around in. Pick something cool, like, a big truck or a fast car.

He told me how he doesn’t know how to date because, he’d never actually taken a girl on a date. Reminder: He’s 28. I guess girls would just fall for him? I’m not entirely sure. His next strike was that he didn’t put his napkin in his lap, which, maybe, with a normal boy, I could’ve just overlooked, but things were already so downhill. We watched a really crappy movie. I went home.

Soon after, I started to hear some really unappealing things about him, and when he asked for a second date, I straight up told him it wasn’t a good idea and that I’d have to pass. He questioned why I didn’t want to go out with him again. He got really defensive and we would have these ridiculous conversations about why I didn’t want to hang out with him again. Then, I realized that I really did not have to explain myself to him in any way, so I started to just ignore his text messages.

It’s been like two and a half months, and I still get random texts and calls from him. It’s not even like they’re only at night, when he’s being a really obnoxious, drunk, immature 28 year old, it will be at 8:30 in the morning: Hey. Hey, really, hey? Why are you saying hey to me at 8:30 AM? Unless I’m friends with you, or related to you, or actually dating you, I don’t really want you to text me at 8:30 in the morning.

To avoid getting said text messages, I decided to look into Verizon’s Safegaurd situation. You can block a number for 90 days. But, in case you were wondering, you can’t block numbers like 911 or 411. You can block a number for longer than this, but you have to pay for it. My question is, why doesn’t the person who you’re blocking have to pay for it? I think that Verizon should actually charge the person whose number you’re blocking, not the blockee. Like, I’m trying to get this kid to stop talking to me, why should I have to pay for it? Basically, you can pay extra to get someone to leave you alone or else deal with your phone ringing at 2AM on Friday nights.

Wouldn’t that be great – it pops up on their phone bill:
Creeper charge: 5 people have blocked your number, so you’re being charged $10.

Maybe then they’d realize they were a creeper?

I whip my hair back and forth

Let me start by saying, i love my hair.. like a lot.  When I was little I would always look through those books at the salon and pick out a different hair style, and I would always end up in tears every time we left.  My hair was too short, too choppy, too whatever, I always ended up hating it.  A few years ago I cut my long hair up to my shoulders, I actually liked it for a while, but then decided it was time to grow it back out.  So for the past few years I’ve been growing my luscious locks back out.

With the move to the new apartment/town, I figured that I should probably find a salon here in town where I could get my hairs trimmed.  I picked one out and ventured over there this morning.  I made my appointment for 11 AM, it was the earliest that I could get in.  I got there a little early with yesterday’s ponytail, assuming that I would get a full wash, cut and style.  I mean that’s the point, right?

I was plopped into the stylist’s chair almost immediately upon walking inside.  I thought it was kind of weird that she didn’t take me to the sink, but I thought maybe since it was my first time she wanted to see what I wanted done first.  Well, you know what they say about when you assume.  I told her I just wanted my ends trimmed and showed her the photo I’d brought for how I wanted my bangs to look.

Without washing my hair, she started snipping at my ends.  I’m not really sure that she even cut anything off of them.  Then, only after squirting my bangs with a water spritzer, I thought they only used those for little kid’s or men’s hair, she whacked off the front of my hair.  She commented on how my hair was actually naturally curly, and said it was a good thing she hadn’t sprayed the rest of my hair before cutting it.  Say what?! Even when I was little, my hair was never cut when it was dry. Aren’t you supposed to cut hair when it’s wet??  After hacking my bangs, she dried them, flat ironed them flat to my forehead and asked me if I wanted her to straighten the rest of my greasy, from yesterday hair.  I looked at her and said no.  She asked if I wanted some spray my bangs, since I was moving them around.  I looked at her and said, no, hopefully I can try to make them go…right.  I paid her, didn’t leave a tip, and walked out of the “salon” as quickly as possible, only to burst into tears once I reached the safety of my car.  And, of course, called my mom.

Is it possible that these look even worse in person? I believe it is. (fyi the bangs I wanted picture I found on pinterest.com)

I went home, washed my hair, straightened it and cried some more.  The picture I posted does not even come relatively close to showing how badly these look.  When my sister’s boyfriend came over, he took one look at my hair and his face said it all.  Awful.

But what has this taught me?  I should have asked why she wasn’t washing my hair.  And probably not paid her.  Or maybe just gotten up and left before she could have taken scissors to my locks like a three year old.  I guess I’ll be wearing a headband for a while.

 

Maybe we all need to be a little more assertive in every part of our lives in order to get what we truly want.  We’re the ones who have to live with the consequences if we don’t speak up.  So, my hair will grow back, but sometimes it’s not that simple.

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!]