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a word of advice
May. 11th, 2011 08:50 pmIt's probably a bad idea to watch Pink Floyd The Wall when you're feeling a bit unhinged and on edge.
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Apr. 21st, 2011 10:23 pmIs it weird that I like to buy raisin bran, but I dump it out, pick out the raisins, and then just eat the bran flakes?
And before you say anything, no, eating something like Wheaties isn't the same.
And before you say anything, no, eating something like Wheaties isn't the same.
So it was pointed out to me that I haven't updated or posted or anything in a while.
So here's an updatey type thing.
No, I still don't have a job. Thanks to certain "schools" who care more about the quantity than the quality of their graduates, virtually every medical employer in the known universe is under the impression that all new MAs are retards who can't tell the difference between a stethoscope and a rhinocerous' asshole. Makes it hard to even get an interview, much less a job offer. I'm still applying away though. I don't have much choice. I have to apply for at least 3 jobs a week to keep getting my unemployment.
I'm still living alone and enjoying it. I don't have to clean up after anyone but me and HIS ROYAL MAJESTY the cat. I can eat what I want, my leftovers don't magically disappear, and nobody hounds me about my drinking. Oh, and I can have "visitors" * winkwinknudgenudge* whenever I want. Which isn't as often as I really want, but whatever.
And in the meantime I'm going apeshit not working, not knowing when, or even if, I'm going to be able to support myself again or pay my student loans or even live above the fucking poverty line.
And I think to myself what a wonderful world...
So here's an updatey type thing.
No, I still don't have a job. Thanks to certain "schools" who care more about the quantity than the quality of their graduates, virtually every medical employer in the known universe is under the impression that all new MAs are retards who can't tell the difference between a stethoscope and a rhinocerous' asshole. Makes it hard to even get an interview, much less a job offer. I'm still applying away though. I don't have much choice. I have to apply for at least 3 jobs a week to keep getting my unemployment.
I'm still living alone and enjoying it. I don't have to clean up after anyone but me and HIS ROYAL MAJESTY the cat. I can eat what I want, my leftovers don't magically disappear, and nobody hounds me about my drinking. Oh, and I can have "visitors" * winkwinknudgenudge* whenever I want. Which isn't as often as I really want, but whatever.
And in the meantime I'm going apeshit not working, not knowing when, or even if, I'm going to be able to support myself again or pay my student loans or even live above the fucking poverty line.
And I think to myself what a wonderful world...
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Feb. 3rd, 2011 09:53 pmI just had an interesting revelation.
Welfare recipients and politicians are almost identical. Both suckle off the tit of taxpayers without doing a damn thing. The only difference is, the public displays outrage at those on welfare.
God bless America. :/
Welfare recipients and politicians are almost identical. Both suckle off the tit of taxpayers without doing a damn thing. The only difference is, the public displays outrage at those on welfare.
God bless America. :/
Random observation #467281928374
Have you ever noticed how Kevin Allison looks exactly like Carol Burnett when they put him in drag?
We now return you to reality, already in progress.
Have you ever noticed how Kevin Allison looks exactly like Carol Burnett when they put him in drag?
We now return you to reality, already in progress.
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Dec. 29th, 2010 08:20 pmThere are few things more unpleasant than going to take a sip of a drink and having one of the ice cubes explode.
*splutter*
*splutter*
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Dec. 24th, 2010 09:59 pmI neeeeeeeeeed tacos. I need them or I will explode.
That happens to me sometimes.
That happens to me sometimes.
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Dec. 1st, 2010 08:23 pmHalloween II, an observation.
For someone who supposedly sat in a chair and stared out a window for 15 years, Michael Meyers has an awful lot of stamina and upper body strength.
For someone who supposedly sat in a chair and stared out a window for 15 years, Michael Meyers has an awful lot of stamina and upper body strength.
And I realized it's been a while since I made an update of any substance. To make things easier to follow, I think I'll do a numerated list.
1. The job search thing. I haven't had an interview since the last one, which had the same result as the one before it. This means I've had a whopping 2 interviews in the 2 months since I graduated. Part of the problem is that I'm a new graduate, and there's a bias against new grads, thanks to places like Pima that churn out crappy unqualified graduates as fast as possible. I've reworked my resume though, and I'm hoping that it's more enticing to prospective employers. I'm trying not to get too depressed by the whole thing, but it aint easy.
2...well really more 1a. A buddy of mine...well, okay, a fuck buddy of mine (note to those few who aren't aware by now, I'm bi-leaning-more-to-the-gay-side), has been talking recently about his desire to move back to Santa Cruz. Well, the other day he forwards me this job posting for a position in Santa Cruz and includes the words "you get the job, and the two of us move down there and get a place together." I'm trying not to read too much into this, but that (combined with a few other things) sounds an awful lot like a proposal for living together as opposed to being just roommates. Part of me wants to ask him to clarify his intentions, but the other side is all "no you'll look retarded." Blah.
3...or 2, if you consider the previous paragraph 1a. The living by myself thing is awesome. I love only having to clean up after and deal with myself. I have this skankly neighbor chick who I think has the hots for me, and...um, ew, not even with Kevin's dick, and my upstairs neighbors have twin 2 year old boys who insist on stomping everywhere, but aside from that it's great. I think I'm happier living alone than with another person...oh dear, I think this has turned into 1b, and I've shot the numerated list all to hell. Bollocks.
Oh well, sod the numerated list. I don't think I have anything else to update anyway.
1. The job search thing. I haven't had an interview since the last one, which had the same result as the one before it. This means I've had a whopping 2 interviews in the 2 months since I graduated. Part of the problem is that I'm a new graduate, and there's a bias against new grads, thanks to places like Pima that churn out crappy unqualified graduates as fast as possible. I've reworked my resume though, and I'm hoping that it's more enticing to prospective employers. I'm trying not to get too depressed by the whole thing, but it aint easy.
2...well really more 1a. A buddy of mine...well, okay, a fuck buddy of mine (note to those few who aren't aware by now, I'm bi-leaning-more-to-the-gay-side), has been talking recently about his desire to move back to Santa Cruz. Well, the other day he forwards me this job posting for a position in Santa Cruz and includes the words "you get the job, and the two of us move down there and get a place together." I'm trying not to read too much into this, but that (combined with a few other things) sounds an awful lot like a proposal for living together as opposed to being just roommates. Part of me wants to ask him to clarify his intentions, but the other side is all "no you'll look retarded." Blah.
3...or 2, if you consider the previous paragraph 1a. The living by myself thing is awesome. I love only having to clean up after and deal with myself. I have this skankly neighbor chick who I think has the hots for me, and...um, ew, not even with Kevin's dick, and my upstairs neighbors have twin 2 year old boys who insist on stomping everywhere, but aside from that it's great. I think I'm happier living alone than with another person...oh dear, I think this has turned into 1b, and I've shot the numerated list all to hell. Bollocks.
Oh well, sod the numerated list. I don't think I have anything else to update anyway.
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Oct. 15th, 2010 10:00 pmThe makers of Black Velvet and The Sarah Silverman Progam not soproudly present you the following random and wrong quote:
"I learned that some of the best pastries are made by terrorists who dress like lesbians."
We now return you to your regularly scheduled...whatever, already in progress.
"I learned that some of the best pastries are made by terrorists who dress like lesbians."
We now return you to your regularly scheduled...whatever, already in progress.
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Sep. 3rd, 2010 12:27 pmSo the interview is done. I think it went pretty well. There were one or two questions I think I could've answered better, but I feel pretty positive overall. They responded very enthusiastically to a couple of my answers, and at the end they made a point of asking if I was still interested in the position and committed to getting back in touch with me the first part of next week.
Keep rubbing your fingers and crossing your rabbits feets!
Keep rubbing your fingers and crossing your rabbits feets!
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Sep. 1st, 2010 06:01 pmWell grades are in for Summer quarter. Three "satisfactory" and a 4.0.
And just like that, I'm done. Cumulative GPA for the entire time I've been in school: 3.98. I'll receive my Degree certificate in the mail sometime in the next month.
It's a strange feeling to be done with school. It's been such a major part of my life for almost 2 years, and now it's over. I'm glad I'm done though. At least, I think I am.
And just like that, I'm done. Cumulative GPA for the entire time I've been in school: 3.98. I'll receive my Degree certificate in the mail sometime in the next month.
It's a strange feeling to be done with school. It's been such a major part of my life for almost 2 years, and now it's over. I'm glad I'm done though. At least, I think I am.
