Sticky Beak
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The Skinny
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...life in small Northern towns, working for assholes, boys who refuse to become men, synthetic personalities, anorexic models and their link to emotional scarring, bad marijuana trips, crazies on BC Transit, beer, piece of shit cars, living out of a suitcase paycheck to paycheck, unrequited love, Seinfeld, minimum-wage jobs, broken New Year�s resolutions, and over-limit Visa accounts.
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The Stampede I'm up, but my husband is still in bed, so thought I'd take this opportunity to update all y'all. Truth is, I've been awake since 6:20 when the orangutans in the upstairs apartment began running around... pardon me,...stomping around directly above our heads. It sounds like a herd of cattle wearing clogs up there, although D tells me it's only a couple of grandparents and 2 kids. Sweet Jesus... they can make some noise. Yeah, so it's been an intersting week. For starters, I finally got the rejection notice that I was expecting... but only after I called for an update (she forgot to email my rejection). Even then I was advised in my email that 3 candidates were paced on a list for future consideration and I was not on that list. Niiiiiiccceeee. Then the landlord called and advised us that the house we just moved into is up for sale. Awesome. They definitely knew this when they rented it to us because for some inexplicable reason they decided to opt for month-to-month right off the bat, rather than after the standard 6 month lease that every other tenant has gone through. But they waited a month, until our pictures were hung and our boxes unpacked and recycled before sharing their plan with us. So now we get to have the constant irritation of people traipsing through our home and looking at our things... Not to mention that it has to be kept clean. Poor Damo. And if they do sell, it will be up to the new owners whether or not we stay. It's just irritating all the way around. Meh. But there's more. Yesterday I went for an interview at the local Ford dealership for the advertised position of Service Advisor (35 - 60K p/a). My appointment was at 10:15; the receptionist showed me to a waiting area and there I sat for 45 minutes in the baking sunlight with a migraine. FOURTY-FIVE MINUTES. Just as I was building myself up to tell them to stuff it and walk out, buddy pops into the lounge and asks if I've been taken care of.... "No, actually. I'm waiting for Russell." Oh, well, guess who I'm talking to? So after a few more minutes, he comes back and collects me, takes me to his office, apologizes because he forgot about me, and then tries to pull up my resume but hasn't got it on his computer - it's on his phone. So now he's unprepared, forgot about me, and can't remember what I've applied for or my background. Then to top it off, he basically tells me that the Service Advisor job is there, but they're hiring for these other two positions which, of course, pay about $10/hr. Niiiiiicccceeee. Thank you very much for your time. Now fuck off. Had a second interview at Midas for Customer Service position - pay is crap, but it's enough to help with the bills, and the people seem friendly. I think I've got a good chance at it if I want it (but I've been wrong before), so if they offer, I think I'll snatch it up and keep looking for a government position. We'll see. It's funny, I think I'm a pretty good catch for an employee - I'm relatively intelligent, have an awesome work ethic, am responsible, and hey! I even have a pulse! So it kind of cracks me up that looking at my resume, people wonder if I'm going to manage to answer the phone and write up service orders. Ohhhhh goooooddd!!! What do I doooo?? This is like, so HARD!!! Yeah, no. I think I can manage. Brings back the days o' Bucky. I think Damo's living out his Bucky's nightmare at the moment. He's been hired on as Kitchen Manager for a local restaurant, but for the first 2 weeks they're having him work every aspect of the kitchen. Fair enough, makes sense to me... so long as once the two weeks are up, he's actually working in the function he's been hired for, and not as a line cook. Poor D... working as a line cook for him is like throwing me back into waitressing at China Moon. Ouch. But he's a hell of a catch, and sooner or later someone will wake up and recognize his skills and abilities outside of the kitchen as well as in. The bottom line is that we really need to get our own gig going here. Time. Give it some time. BUT I'M IMPATIENT, GODDAMNIT!!! On an up note, I've been inaugurated into the very exclusive 'Gray's Anatomy Club' which Roz and one of her friends here have started. I just passed week 2 (which included a chick flick run to Castlegar for a viewing of 'Made of Honour' with Patrick Dempsey), although I've been called out as a "Charlatan who snuck in the back door" and as having "shockingly poor knowledge of the past 2 seasons". Like I said, it is very exclusive. Went for a ride with Clint last week on his bike - awesome. I always forget how much I miss it until I'm out there again. I really need to get my license. Maybe next year. I think we're tits-up for money this year, and if we get any, we'd like to get out into a property of our own. I also have to get my bus running now that Clint and Roz have ordered a VW bus of their own... the pressure's on to get ours down here so we can all go camping. Yeesh. Money. Where is it all, and how can I get some??? Goddamn this inequal distribution of wealth!!!! I do love it here, though. I'm not missing the city at all... It's so peaceful here (when the cattle herd isn't stomping), and beautiful. I'd love to share it with friends and family, but I know that they'll never come... it's just too difficult (dare I say... 'inconvenient'???) to get to. Yes... even worse than BL. Still... maybe one day. We can hope. |