Cue the Canned Laughter
Jun. 13th, 2005 11:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lissa_quonEver get the feeling that your is one badly written sitcom? I've been fighting the urge to look over my shoulder for video cameras lately. Life has been that bad.
Tried to apply for a webspace on some free art space. That was one week ago and have been essentially ignored. Whether its due to something I didn't do or what I do not know. Either way it doesn't look good, I will be stuck on geocities got another year it looks like.
My dad seems quite pessimistic about the whole idea of running a table at Oni-Con. Expenses, high gas prices, bad economy, bad timing, and the whole question of 'is Lissa any good to sell anything?' plus the 'ignorance of youth' (as my father calls it). He says he doesn't want to be discouraging, if this is him NOT being discouraging I don't want to imagine what discouraging would be like.
But the icing on the cake was today, today I could have sworn I had a job interview. For the first time in months I had a job interview. The person in charge of training and such had called me over the weekend of A-Kon, I called her back last week. I had been told that she would be holding interviews on Monday, at 3 at their branch office (she then proceeded to give me direction TO said office).
Ok, so Monday rolls around, I get there early, to check that the location was where she said it was. I go off to check on some printing prices and come back at 3. I try to get in but discover the office is locked. Trying my best not to panic I ring the bell. After about three rings this befuddled looking bottled red head with the most frazzled looking hair comes to the door. Refusing to open it she insists on talking through the solid glass doors to me, after a few loud apologies for disturbing her I explain that I had been told I had an interview here. The lady looks at me confused but opens the door and lets me in.
She leads me to the break room, she doesn't turn the lights on so its quite dim. We make idle conversation while she makes coffee. Mainly stuff like the fact that this is a break room (very pretty- I say politely). After that topic wears out theres silence for a while longer, then she speaks up "my joints ache" I reply that I'm very sorry to hear that. "Might be arthritis" she says conversationally, I nod and agree that it indeed might be, she rubs her arms "pain in my long bones" she adds. I once again find myself apologizing and saying that I hope her joints feel better soon. She then proceeds to her office with coffee in hand and leaves me alone in the dim room.
I sit there a while longer resisting the urge to bite my fingernails off. Another woman comes through, but not the interviewer. This woman at first ignores me and says hi to Joint Pain and gets something from her office, while chatting with her mother whose tagging along behind her. As she heads out the door she finally notices me "who are you waiting for?" I explain my situation. "What time was the interview?" she asks, "three o'clock." She glances at the clock, by now its fifteen past. "Don't worry, shes probably on her way" she says helpfully then turns and goes to her office.
A few minutes later the helpful woman comes back, "[interviewer] says shes sorry, she doesn't have any interviews scheduled for today". Confused I explain that I had scheduled an interview, and had even been given directions to this location. "She had interviews last Monday" I'm informed as if I could have gotten weeks confused. Since I scheduled the interview last Wednesday I find this information not the least bit helpful. "She says to leave your name and number and she'll call you back." Not able to come up with any other choice I am handed a scrap of paper and I proceed to provide contact info. I leave the place so confused and musing if its possible I am psychotic enough to actually make up an interview that I proceed to act even more like an idiot by trying to pull open a PUSH door.
So yea, long story short, I made an idiot of myself at a prospective workplace. I don't think they'll call me back, I might as well give up that route of employment. On the way home I also heard from my mother that Mervyns sent me a card, thanking me for my interest in working for them. But they just weren't hiring anyone at the moment.
does anyone know the going price for an 18 yr old kidney in good working condition? Or perhaps a slice of a non drinker's liver?
Tried to apply for a webspace on some free art space. That was one week ago and have been essentially ignored. Whether its due to something I didn't do or what I do not know. Either way it doesn't look good, I will be stuck on geocities got another year it looks like.
My dad seems quite pessimistic about the whole idea of running a table at Oni-Con. Expenses, high gas prices, bad economy, bad timing, and the whole question of 'is Lissa any good to sell anything?' plus the 'ignorance of youth' (as my father calls it). He says he doesn't want to be discouraging, if this is him NOT being discouraging I don't want to imagine what discouraging would be like.
But the icing on the cake was today, today I could have sworn I had a job interview. For the first time in months I had a job interview. The person in charge of training and such had called me over the weekend of A-Kon, I called her back last week. I had been told that she would be holding interviews on Monday, at 3 at their branch office (she then proceeded to give me direction TO said office).
Ok, so Monday rolls around, I get there early, to check that the location was where she said it was. I go off to check on some printing prices and come back at 3. I try to get in but discover the office is locked. Trying my best not to panic I ring the bell. After about three rings this befuddled looking bottled red head with the most frazzled looking hair comes to the door. Refusing to open it she insists on talking through the solid glass doors to me, after a few loud apologies for disturbing her I explain that I had been told I had an interview here. The lady looks at me confused but opens the door and lets me in.
She leads me to the break room, she doesn't turn the lights on so its quite dim. We make idle conversation while she makes coffee. Mainly stuff like the fact that this is a break room (very pretty- I say politely). After that topic wears out theres silence for a while longer, then she speaks up "my joints ache" I reply that I'm very sorry to hear that. "Might be arthritis" she says conversationally, I nod and agree that it indeed might be, she rubs her arms "pain in my long bones" she adds. I once again find myself apologizing and saying that I hope her joints feel better soon. She then proceeds to her office with coffee in hand and leaves me alone in the dim room.
I sit there a while longer resisting the urge to bite my fingernails off. Another woman comes through, but not the interviewer. This woman at first ignores me and says hi to Joint Pain and gets something from her office, while chatting with her mother whose tagging along behind her. As she heads out the door she finally notices me "who are you waiting for?" I explain my situation. "What time was the interview?" she asks, "three o'clock." She glances at the clock, by now its fifteen past. "Don't worry, shes probably on her way" she says helpfully then turns and goes to her office.
A few minutes later the helpful woman comes back, "[interviewer] says shes sorry, she doesn't have any interviews scheduled for today". Confused I explain that I had scheduled an interview, and had even been given directions to this location. "She had interviews last Monday" I'm informed as if I could have gotten weeks confused. Since I scheduled the interview last Wednesday I find this information not the least bit helpful. "She says to leave your name and number and she'll call you back." Not able to come up with any other choice I am handed a scrap of paper and I proceed to provide contact info. I leave the place so confused and musing if its possible I am psychotic enough to actually make up an interview that I proceed to act even more like an idiot by trying to pull open a PUSH door.
So yea, long story short, I made an idiot of myself at a prospective workplace. I don't think they'll call me back, I might as well give up that route of employment. On the way home I also heard from my mother that Mervyns sent me a card, thanking me for my interest in working for them. But they just weren't hiring anyone at the moment.
does anyone know the going price for an 18 yr old kidney in good working condition? Or perhaps a slice of a non drinker's liver?
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Date: 2005-06-14 02:41 pm (UTC)It's hard finding a job lately, for anybody. I know a place that IS for sure hiring if you're interested. "David's Bridal" on 1960. I believ there's a Red Lobster in the parking lot. They are for sure desperate for hiries and a friend of mine named Ashley works there (...which is probably of no interest to you lol.)
I would give them a try. If that doesn't work out no one could blame you for giving up for now. *hug* Sorry about what you had to go through with that incompetent interviewer. That's not only wrong it's rediculous and un proffessional of them.
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Date: 2005-06-14 05:58 pm (UTC)Hmm, I'll have to check on the bridal place. Tommorow I'm going to drop by the temp agency and give them my resume and see if I can get any work there.
If none of this works out, Lissa's gonna try seeing how far drawing for hire goes.