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Oct. 31st, 2013 10:33 amPS: I am planning to be in the NYC area during the weekend of August 9-10, 2014. Hopefully my NYC people will be around for drinking/food/catching up then.
this is a really long post about my dog
Oct. 31st, 2013 10:19 amToday I dropped her highness off at doggie daycare and when the techs at the front desk pulled her chart, they started Exchanging Looks and having a nonverbal conversation about the contents of her chart.
I assumed that Rosey had bitten someone or tried to kill another dog when she was there for daycare last week (it's part of her charm, after all) so I said, as casually as possible, "Do they make notes about bad behavior during daycare?"
"They do," the tech said.
"So has she gotten aggressive with any of the other dogs? She had a little run-in at the dog park this weekend, so I was wondering if she'd had issues here. I don't want to cause stress for the staff if she can't behave."
"I don't see anything," the tech said. "I think she's fine. Let me just get her on the scale quick."
That's not standard practice, but okay, so they put her on the scale. My dog has gained ten pounds since I got her. Ten pounds! She's gonna have to cut back on the pupperoni. Though she was skin and bones when I got her, in my defense, so she's not fat. The tech said she looked good, actually. Apparently my 30-pound dog is actually a 40-pound dog. (She could stand to lose a pound or two, I think, but she's just so happy and after struggling to get her to eat for so long, I probably overcompensated for awhile.
Anyway, it turned out they'd given me the wrong dosage of flea and tick medication, which I haven't even taken out of the bag yet because she's not due until next week, so I have to bring it back when I pick her up and exchange it for the correct dosage. I was starting to worry that maybe there was something wrong with her, but I guess they were just being secretive because they were afraid I'd be upset about the mix-up.
Then the vet tech scooped Rosey right up (all 40 pounds of her) and took her behind the desk to wait for the daycare people to come get her, so I could get on my way. She gets really freaked out there first thing in the morning because the floor cleaner they use smells like the shelter, so she was shaking and didn't want to walk. She did make friends with a very sweet Border Collie while we were waiting, though.
I was half an hour late for work as a result, but I'm always late, so that's no big deal. And then I went through the Starbucks drive thru to get a Pumpkin Spice Latte and the guy in front of me paid for my order. Thanks, random stranger!
I assumed that Rosey had bitten someone or tried to kill another dog when she was there for daycare last week (it's part of her charm, after all) so I said, as casually as possible, "Do they make notes about bad behavior during daycare?"
"They do," the tech said.
"So has she gotten aggressive with any of the other dogs? She had a little run-in at the dog park this weekend, so I was wondering if she'd had issues here. I don't want to cause stress for the staff if she can't behave."
"I don't see anything," the tech said. "I think she's fine. Let me just get her on the scale quick."
That's not standard practice, but okay, so they put her on the scale. My dog has gained ten pounds since I got her. Ten pounds! She's gonna have to cut back on the pupperoni. Though she was skin and bones when I got her, in my defense, so she's not fat. The tech said she looked good, actually. Apparently my 30-pound dog is actually a 40-pound dog. (She could stand to lose a pound or two, I think, but she's just so happy and after struggling to get her to eat for so long, I probably overcompensated for awhile.
Anyway, it turned out they'd given me the wrong dosage of flea and tick medication, which I haven't even taken out of the bag yet because she's not due until next week, so I have to bring it back when I pick her up and exchange it for the correct dosage. I was starting to worry that maybe there was something wrong with her, but I guess they were just being secretive because they were afraid I'd be upset about the mix-up.
Then the vet tech scooped Rosey right up (all 40 pounds of her) and took her behind the desk to wait for the daycare people to come get her, so I could get on my way. She gets really freaked out there first thing in the morning because the floor cleaner they use smells like the shelter, so she was shaking and didn't want to walk. She did make friends with a very sweet Border Collie while we were waiting, though.
I was half an hour late for work as a result, but I'm always late, so that's no big deal. And then I went through the Starbucks drive thru to get a Pumpkin Spice Latte and the guy in front of me paid for my order. Thanks, random stranger!
it's that time of year again
Oct. 21st, 2013 08:26 pmIf you have a minute and a Facebook account, please consider voting for my sister in the Grandin Road Halloween decorating contest:
click to vote for Kimberly B.
They changed it this year so you have to have a FB account to vote, but if you do, she'd appreciate it. Thanks!
click to vote for Kimberly B.
They changed it this year so you have to have a FB account to vote, but if you do, she'd appreciate it. Thanks!
at least there's no blood this time
Oct. 13th, 2013 07:25 pmThe lovely PA at the walk-in clinic has diagnosed my intermittent-but-getting-worse thumb/wrist pain as tendinitis. Probably it's a workplace injury. As a result I'm wearing a splint for two weeks, and icing my wrist four times a day (though I keep forgetting that part).
Surprisingly painful: folding laundry. As a result my clean laundry is just sort of piled everywhere. I really want this injury to heal, though, because it's starting to interfere with my life and I don't want to end up with arthritis.
I swear, it's always something with me. I feel like I'm never going to be healthy again. I wanted to start doing yoga again, but until my wrist stops hurting, that's not really an option.
Surprisingly painful: folding laundry. As a result my clean laundry is just sort of piled everywhere. I really want this injury to heal, though, because it's starting to interfere with my life and I don't want to end up with arthritis.
I swear, it's always something with me. I feel like I'm never going to be healthy again. I wanted to start doing yoga again, but until my wrist stops hurting, that's not really an option.
I think, for the sake of my own sanity, that I'm going to have to take an extended break from tumblr. Glee is about to start up again, and with it is going to come all sorts of stuff I really don't want to see, much of it untagged so I won't be able to block it. We'll see. Maybe I'll be okay if I just block a few specific people. I just really don't want to see or read or know anything about the 'special tribute episode' in particular.
I regret a lot of things about my involvement in that fandom, starting and ending with my involvement in that fandom.
But that's okay, because Yuletide! I'm excited again, despite knowing better, because nominations are over and now it's time to count down the days until sign-ups begin. I just hope I remember how to write.
Having cable again is stressing me out. I got the cable turned back on in my living room, and now I have all these shows to keep up with when I previously didn't have to care. I can't afford DVR, so thank goodness for Hulu, I guess, but man. There's too much TV on the TV.
I regret a lot of things about my involvement in that fandom, starting and ending with my involvement in that fandom.
But that's okay, because Yuletide! I'm excited again, despite knowing better, because nominations are over and now it's time to count down the days until sign-ups begin. I just hope I remember how to write.
Having cable again is stressing me out. I got the cable turned back on in my living room, and now I have all these shows to keep up with when I previously didn't have to care. I can't afford DVR, so thank goodness for Hulu, I guess, but man. There's too much TV on the TV.
in which I am never the 'target audience'
Sep. 7th, 2013 07:51 pmToday was my nephew's 8th birthday party. He had a Lego party at his dad's McDonald's, so I spent my afternoon helping my sister decorate and serve gluten-free cake and entertaining my niece. (Her birthday party is next weekend at their house; I will be helping again, naturally.)
After we cleaned up and packed all the gifts in their car, I drove over to the Burlington Coat Factory to purchase a floppy straw hat for Reasons. While I was there I checked out the workout clothes and found a couple pairs of petite pants in my size for less than $10 each. Score! Except that when I came home and tried them on, I discovered that they are still four inches too long. Even though they're petite. I mean, I know I'm a shorty, but damn.
Tonight I finally watched Argo, which I hadn't seen before because the library holds list moves very slowly, and I don't really get the hype? I mean, the story is interesting and all, but the actual telling of it just didn't feel all that compelling to me. I enjoyed seeing Clea with 70s hair and the moment of Taylor Schilling at the end, but other than that I just...I don't get it. Then again, awards shows in general don't make a lot of sense to me.
After we cleaned up and packed all the gifts in their car, I drove over to the Burlington Coat Factory to purchase a floppy straw hat for Reasons. While I was there I checked out the workout clothes and found a couple pairs of petite pants in my size for less than $10 each. Score! Except that when I came home and tried them on, I discovered that they are still four inches too long. Even though they're petite. I mean, I know I'm a shorty, but damn.
Tonight I finally watched Argo, which I hadn't seen before because the library holds list moves very slowly, and I don't really get the hype? I mean, the story is interesting and all, but the actual telling of it just didn't feel all that compelling to me. I enjoyed seeing Clea with 70s hair and the moment of Taylor Schilling at the end, but other than that I just...I don't get it. Then again, awards shows in general don't make a lot of sense to me.
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Aug. 16th, 2013 08:47 amYesterday morning, in my haste to get a screaming cat to the vet while keeping the dog in the house (she was trying to get to the cat) I somehow managed to fling myself down the stairs in my garage, and today I am so sore I can barely move. Getting old is the WORST.
It was only two steps, and I landed on my arm, so I am merely bruised. Luckily the cat was already in the car when this happened, so I didn't take her with me. Bless the dog, she at least waited until she was sure I was okay before she tried to vault past me to get to the cat. I don't know if she was trying to mount a rescue of the cat or hoping she was some kind of new toy. She's not always the sharpest crayon, if you know what I mean.
It was only two steps, and I landed on my arm, so I am merely bruised. Luckily the cat was already in the car when this happened, so I didn't take her with me. Bless the dog, she at least waited until she was sure I was okay before she tried to vault past me to get to the cat. I don't know if she was trying to mount a rescue of the cat or hoping she was some kind of new toy. She's not always the sharpest crayon, if you know what I mean.
not a job hunting blog
Aug. 13th, 2013 07:19 pmToday I got a very pleasant, dare I say sincere-sounding rejection call from a job I interviewed for over a month ago. The fact that they bothered to call me makes me more apt to believe they really did have a hard time deciding. On the one hand, I'm getting a little weary of all the rejection. On the other hand, I suppose it's nice to hear that I am not completely without merit, professionally speaking? I was starting to wonder, ngl.
Anyway, I'm still not looking, but![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
egret alerted me to an open position via Twitter that I will probably apply for. Chances are they won't even call, considering it's in NYC and it's a high-profile institute, but I have the experience for sure, so what the hell. Worse comes to worse, they won't call. And the best-case scenario is that I will have to scrape up the cash to move to New York after all, which I definitely would not complain about. So we'll see.
Of course there are five houses in my neighborhood for sale -- well, four; one was pulled off the market -- and none are selling, so it's not a great time to be trying to move anyway. You'd think that would be exactly the time I'd get offered a job, but I'm not really counting on fate these days.
Anyway, I'm still not looking, but
egret alerted me to an open position via Twitter that I will probably apply for. Chances are they won't even call, considering it's in NYC and it's a high-profile institute, but I have the experience for sure, so what the hell. Worse comes to worse, they won't call. And the best-case scenario is that I will have to scrape up the cash to move to New York after all, which I definitely would not complain about. So we'll see.Of course there are five houses in my neighborhood for sale -- well, four; one was pulled off the market -- and none are selling, so it's not a great time to be trying to move anyway. You'd think that would be exactly the time I'd get offered a job, but I'm not really counting on fate these days.
scenes from the library(ish)
Aug. 12th, 2013 08:48 amPicture it: I'm walking to work this morning behind* one of my coworkers. He is wearing a baseball cap, a short-sleeve chambray button-down, and a pair of bright green hipster Dockers. In short, he looks ridiculous.
As I'm walking down the sidewalk after him, I notice a very beat-up van driving by, windows down. The driver and passenger are watching my hipster coworker and laughing (understandably) at his ridiculous pants. The driver happens to be a man with a long side braid, wearing unironic overalls.
I'm sure I'm not doing the picture justice, but maybe it will help if you picture me following behind the scene, grinning to myself like a crazy person.
Only in Knoxville.
It's taken me six years to move into this town, but I think I'm finally here.
* Of course he did not stop to wait for me. He didn't even say good morning**, because it is a requirement that in order to work here, you have to be socially awkward to the point of rudeness. I'm still not sure how I got hired.
** Also we made out once*** like three (four?) years ago. But it's been ages! He totally needs to get over that. He's married now, ffs. Also I'm pretty sure he cured me of men altogether, so frankly I am grateful.
*** Believe me, no one is more ashamed that I made out with a hipster than I am.
As I'm walking down the sidewalk after him, I notice a very beat-up van driving by, windows down. The driver and passenger are watching my hipster coworker and laughing (understandably) at his ridiculous pants. The driver happens to be a man with a long side braid, wearing unironic overalls.
I'm sure I'm not doing the picture justice, but maybe it will help if you picture me following behind the scene, grinning to myself like a crazy person.
Only in Knoxville.
It's taken me six years to move into this town, but I think I'm finally here.
* Of course he did not stop to wait for me. He didn't even say good morning**, because it is a requirement that in order to work here, you have to be socially awkward to the point of rudeness. I'm still not sure how I got hired.
** Also we made out once*** like three (four?) years ago. But it's been ages! He totally needs to get over that. He's married now, ffs. Also I'm pretty sure he cured me of men altogether, so frankly I am grateful.
*** Believe me, no one is more ashamed that I made out with a hipster than I am.
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Aug. 9th, 2013 04:09 pmI am officially taking a break from job hunting. I still have a couple resumes floating around out there, so it's possible something will come of them, but I doubt it.
At any rate, I'm just going to stay put for the winter, tucked in all cozy in my living room with my dog, and I'm going to use the hell out of my fireplace, and then I'll reassess in the spring. It's just really tiring, doing interviews and filling out applications and getting so far in the process only to not hear anything back. I can't imagine what it's like for people who can't take a break from job hunting. I mean, at least I still have a paycheck.
What else? Nothing. I walk the dog, I go to bed, I get up, walk the dog again, go to work. My life is so boring. I stopped taking my antidepressant last night, though, so maybe one of these days I'll actually start writing something again.
At any rate, I'm just going to stay put for the winter, tucked in all cozy in my living room with my dog, and I'm going to use the hell out of my fireplace, and then I'll reassess in the spring. It's just really tiring, doing interviews and filling out applications and getting so far in the process only to not hear anything back. I can't imagine what it's like for people who can't take a break from job hunting. I mean, at least I still have a paycheck.
What else? Nothing. I walk the dog, I go to bed, I get up, walk the dog again, go to work. My life is so boring. I stopped taking my antidepressant last night, though, so maybe one of these days I'll actually start writing something again.
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Aug. 8th, 2013 03:19 pmI swear I am going to start posting/participating here more. I'm really going to try.
The problem is I just feel so lethargic about everything these days; work, posting, writing. I haven't created anything of note since January. January! That's sad. I think the problem might be my antidepressant. Figures the one that actually worked and didn't make me feel dead inside is the one my insurance won't cover. The American health care system, ladies and gentlemen. It's a thing of wonder.
The problem is I just feel so lethargic about everything these days; work, posting, writing. I haven't created anything of note since January. January! That's sad. I think the problem might be my antidepressant. Figures the one that actually worked and didn't make me feel dead inside is the one my insurance won't cover. The American health care system, ladies and gentlemen. It's a thing of wonder.
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Jun. 30th, 2013 02:52 pmSo in the end I didn't actually fill out that miserable application I was working on last time I posted. But that's okay, because I have two (two!) interviews scheduled for next month, and they're both jobs I'd be happy to accept.
I also accidentally found a Realtor on Friday, mainly because she was putting up an open house sign for the other house she's representing in my neighborhood, and I stopped to ask her a question about why inventory isn't moving (answer: all my neighbors are priced way too high, which is what I suspected.) I said I was planning to 'price to sell', and she handed me her card. I'll give her a call this week.
Which means I need to start getting my house back in shape for showing. Yikes! I'm nowhere near ready. The dog is the biggest problem, honestly, because she's not crazy about strangers traipsing through her space. Hopefully it will sell quickly. Or I'll get hired quickly. Either way, really.
I also accidentally found a Realtor on Friday, mainly because she was putting up an open house sign for the other house she's representing in my neighborhood, and I stopped to ask her a question about why inventory isn't moving (answer: all my neighbors are priced way too high, which is what I suspected.) I said I was planning to 'price to sell', and she handed me her card. I'll give her a call this week.
Which means I need to start getting my house back in shape for showing. Yikes! I'm nowhere near ready. The dog is the biggest problem, honestly, because she's not crazy about strangers traipsing through her space. Hopefully it will sell quickly. Or I'll get hired quickly. Either way, really.
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Jun. 12th, 2013 02:37 pmToday ruggerdavey passed through town on her way home for the summer, and stopped to join me for lunch at The French Market, our local creperie. We spent the time discussing how our real lives are boring and we have nothing to talk about.
Still, it was nice to catch up in person, and hopefully we'll have a longer visit when she passes back through town at the end of the summer. She seems interested in meeting my dog for some reason, after all. Though I'm sorry to say that Rosey is turning out to be a one-person dog. She's not really interested in other dogs, but she's not so much interested in getting attention from other people, either. My sad, socially awkward baby. She fits right in.
I should really get back to writing. I'm just not sure how, exactly.
ruggerdavey passed through town on her way home for the summer, and stopped to join me for lunch at The French Market, our local creperie. We spent the time discussing how our real lives are boring and we have nothing to talk about. Still, it was nice to catch up in person, and hopefully we'll have a longer visit when she passes back through town at the end of the summer. She seems interested in meeting my dog for some reason, after all. Though I'm sorry to say that Rosey is turning out to be a one-person dog. She's not really interested in other dogs, but she's not so much interested in getting attention from other people, either. My sad, socially awkward baby. She fits right in.
I should really get back to writing. I'm just not sure how, exactly.
It's rough out there.
Jun. 11th, 2013 03:24 pmSince we last spoke, I have walked the dog a lot and applied for a bunch more jobs. It's tough out there! I've been applying for anything I'm even remotely qualified for in any part of Florida I think I could stand to live for awhile (i.e. Not The Middle, basically) and even the positions I'm super qualified for aren't calling. Granted, the wheels of county HR departments turn very, verrrrry slowly, as I well know, so I haven't given up hope. I'm just not that patient.
In the meantime I have begun wearing a cheap pedometer, just to keep track of how far the dog and I go on our thrice-daily adventures. My record so far is 6.5 miles in a day. But as it turns out, my cheap pedometer is measuring for an average size step, not my tiny baby steps, so it's been shorting me (no pun intended) miles, and therefore my record 6.5 mile day was probably closer to 7.5-8 miles. True story.
It's no wonder I'm in constant pain lately. And taking her to the dog park doesn't substitute for walking, because she still refuses to run when there are other dogs there. As a result, I am always tired.
I want a new tattoo, but a) I do not have any money, and b) what little money I do have has to go into my savings account so I can eventually move.
I never really talk to anyone anymore. I can't figure out if I'm isolating myself on purpose or if I'm just not that interesting without fandom. Funny how friends just drop out of your life. I mean, mostly I don't even care, but sometimes I do. Sometimes.
In the meantime I have begun wearing a cheap pedometer, just to keep track of how far the dog and I go on our thrice-daily adventures. My record so far is 6.5 miles in a day. But as it turns out, my cheap pedometer is measuring for an average size step, not my tiny baby steps, so it's been shorting me (no pun intended) miles, and therefore my record 6.5 mile day was probably closer to 7.5-8 miles. True story.
It's no wonder I'm in constant pain lately. And taking her to the dog park doesn't substitute for walking, because she still refuses to run when there are other dogs there. As a result, I am always tired.
I want a new tattoo, but a) I do not have any money, and b) what little money I do have has to go into my savings account so I can eventually move.
I never really talk to anyone anymore. I can't figure out if I'm isolating myself on purpose or if I'm just not that interesting without fandom. Funny how friends just drop out of your life. I mean, mostly I don't even care, but sometimes I do. Sometimes.
same story, different day
May. 31st, 2013 10:02 amLately every single inch of me hurts pretty much all the time. This is a direct result of walking my dog roughly two hours every single day. While that probably sounds excessive, the truth is that she could go a lot longer. She's got tons of energy and it needs to be burned off somehow. The two hours of walking really doesn't even do that much to help, to be honest (though I can only imagine what kind of mischief she'd get up to if I didn't walk her so much.)
I'll be glad when my fence is fixed and she can go run around in the back yard, though I have a feeling it won't help much. It's likely she'll still be expecting walks, and since exercise is the whole reason I got a dog, I will still take her for them. Maybe I can cut it down to morning and evening and skip the after work walk, though. That would be nice, especially given how hot it's been here.
Job hunting is still not for the faint of heart. It's a measure of how much I'm getting on in years that I remember a time when I could just apply for whatever job out of state (or move and *then* get a job) and have no problems finding something. These days I can barely get an interview, because people would rather hire locally and save the fuss. That's understandable; it is a buyer's market, if you will. But it's frustrating, especially when I'm trying to move for my health and I can't *say* that because then I sound sickly and like a bad insurance risk.
It's all kind of exhausting. Still, I have decent experience, so the right thing will come along sooner or later. Or so I keep telling myself. I found the most adorable short sale in West Palm Beach, and if I can find a job in that area I will do whatever I can to buy it. Seriously, it's the cutest little bungalow with a pretty little yard in a historic neighborhood, perfect for me and the menagerie. But first I have to find a job. I'm like a broken record these days, which is why I never post anymore.
I'll be glad when my fence is fixed and she can go run around in the back yard, though I have a feeling it won't help much. It's likely she'll still be expecting walks, and since exercise is the whole reason I got a dog, I will still take her for them. Maybe I can cut it down to morning and evening and skip the after work walk, though. That would be nice, especially given how hot it's been here.
Job hunting is still not for the faint of heart. It's a measure of how much I'm getting on in years that I remember a time when I could just apply for whatever job out of state (or move and *then* get a job) and have no problems finding something. These days I can barely get an interview, because people would rather hire locally and save the fuss. That's understandable; it is a buyer's market, if you will. But it's frustrating, especially when I'm trying to move for my health and I can't *say* that because then I sound sickly and like a bad insurance risk.
It's all kind of exhausting. Still, I have decent experience, so the right thing will come along sooner or later. Or so I keep telling myself. I found the most adorable short sale in West Palm Beach, and if I can find a job in that area I will do whatever I can to buy it. Seriously, it's the cutest little bungalow with a pretty little yard in a historic neighborhood, perfect for me and the menagerie. But first I have to find a job. I'm like a broken record these days, which is why I never post anymore.
Oops. I keep meaning to, but then I get distracted and forget again. Partly it's that tumblr is so much quicker, but mostly it's just that I haven't been glued to my computer as much lately as I used to be.
( The reason for that is behind the cut. )
In other news, I have been having more sinus problems. Nothing super serious, but it's that time of year here, and I think I can feel another infection trying to form, which is worrying, given my history. So I've been doing some research, and they say the best place to live if you have chronic sinus problems is the south of Florida, because of the constant humidity and the ocean breeze. It's true that I have less allergy problems there than anywhere, so I'm not surprised.
Anyway, that news has changed my focus when it comes to job hunting. As much as I would love to be up north for the culture, health-wise it might be smarter to go back to the beach. Not that I will ever complain about living at the beach, especially if I can find a decent job there.
So that's a thing. I don't have any offers or even glimmers of interest from anyone so far, because I have been skating by for years and my resume is not that impressive, but hopefully soon.
( The reason for that is behind the cut. )
In other news, I have been having more sinus problems. Nothing super serious, but it's that time of year here, and I think I can feel another infection trying to form, which is worrying, given my history. So I've been doing some research, and they say the best place to live if you have chronic sinus problems is the south of Florida, because of the constant humidity and the ocean breeze. It's true that I have less allergy problems there than anywhere, so I'm not surprised.
Anyway, that news has changed my focus when it comes to job hunting. As much as I would love to be up north for the culture, health-wise it might be smarter to go back to the beach. Not that I will ever complain about living at the beach, especially if I can find a decent job there.
So that's a thing. I don't have any offers or even glimmers of interest from anyone so far, because I have been skating by for years and my resume is not that impressive, but hopefully soon.
I just wish I wasn't so tired.
Apr. 24th, 2013 12:20 pmI haven't been posting because there's not much to say. Everything is boring and mostly I've been focusing on my job. Right?!? I'm as surprised as you are.
I did NOT get the UConn job, surprise surprise. I knew I'd blown the interview, but I was planning to turn them down anyway so it's for the best. I think we all knew I wasn't the right fit for their organization.
So now I am 100% focused on jobs in NYC. I have a few applications in, and I just found a couple more promising leads to apply to this morning. They're both nonprofits in the education sector, which is something I can get excited about, so I'm going to take my time and write the best cover letters I can. I also have to do some creative description on one of them to convince the HR manager that I can, in fact, handle managing a donor database even though I haven't actually done so before.
Ah, job hunting. See? Boring.
I did NOT get the UConn job, surprise surprise. I knew I'd blown the interview, but I was planning to turn them down anyway so it's for the best. I think we all knew I wasn't the right fit for their organization.
So now I am 100% focused on jobs in NYC. I have a few applications in, and I just found a couple more promising leads to apply to this morning. They're both nonprofits in the education sector, which is something I can get excited about, so I'm going to take my time and write the best cover letters I can. I also have to do some creative description on one of them to convince the HR manager that I can, in fact, handle managing a donor database even though I haven't actually done so before.
Ah, job hunting. See? Boring.
appropos to nothing
Apr. 19th, 2013 08:53 amLast night I was saying to my mother that I'm thinking of adding more tattoos to my left arm, where my crane is, and making it an animal sleeve. So far I'm thinking a rat (for the year of the rat, which is when I was born), a cat for my stupid cat Annie, and maybe a Fu Dog, to keep with my tradition of appropriating the Asian culture where I was born.
"Like a totem!" my mom said.
"Sure," I said. "I haven't figured out a way to connect them yet."
Then she kind of frowned and said, "I can't believe I'm encouraging you."
Ha! Sorry, Mom. They're addictive.
"Like a totem!" my mom said.
"Sure," I said. "I haven't figured out a way to connect them yet."
Then she kind of frowned and said, "I can't believe I'm encouraging you."
Ha! Sorry, Mom. They're addictive.
