evilhippo: hippo (105 [random])
( Oct. 17th, 2007 04:08 am)
So... this job ad has endeared itself to me in several ways. It's aware of the evils of craigslist. It has something resembling a glint of possible personality. The pay is decent. I don't have to write another cover letter. And I'm qualified for the job. And so I'm sitting here trying to think of a proper answer to the "describe yourself in one word" question. Obviously "ninja" didn't work too well last time. So that one's off the list. But from there my mind goes to "geeky" and "nerd" and sometimes stretches as far as "Holmesian" before it kind of breaks and goes on to imaginary compound words like "officeninja" and "techieeditorwithanoccasionalshakespearefetishandanauthorcomplex". I'm pretty sure those would all be frowned upon, too. (I think I described myself as a nerd in one of my cover letters and that hasn't worked out, either, so I have to rule out even those normal-sounding words.) So... words words words. If you only have one word, it's really hard to fit everything into it... especially if it's for a job that you really desperately need. Maybe "desperate" should be my word. Pleading, supplicating, tryinghardtoimpress, overcompensating, underworkedunderpaidstressedout bored. We could go with tag lines... like "Fantastic" and "dattebayo" and "allons-y" and "reversethepolarityoftheneutronflow" (... yes, I think that was three Doctor Whos and one Naruto. I have no idea wtf was going on in that sentence either). I'm not sure what would happen if I just sent an e-mail with the word "dattebayo" in it. Probably the same thing that'd happen if I wrote ninja, only orange and worse. (If I was an officeninja, and they made me work the copy machine, I'd be the copyninja.) There are the really simple boring ones that people are going to put, like enthusiastic and experienced, efficient and energetic. Qualified is a good one. Cheeky, but good. A bit Wildean, though, and I should probably avoid Wildean since my attempt at being so on one of my applications didn't end well. I'd like to think, all in all, I'm kind of Holmes-Wildean. I'm not sure that'd make sense to them, though. (It's a shame Shakespearean has got an entire era of stuff attached to it, and isn't just his work. That'd be a good one too, but as it is if I put Shakespearean, they'd probably expect a renfair sort of person... the sort of person who might think to put "wench" as their one word. If Medieval Times wasn't so far away, I would've applied to be a bar wench.) Intrigued, interested... all of these are adjectives. I think the only nouns I've presented so far is ninja. But I can't think of any more nouns at the moment. Human, I suppose. That's probably something they're looking for in their candidates. Englishmajor. (Level BA-Honors Human English Major lfw, pst for prices.) There are also truthful words, like Indecisive and Intimidated, Frightened, Panicky, Deeplyindebt, Embarrassed, Thusfarunsuccessfulandlookingtochangethat Hasloftyunfulfilledexpectations. But, I guess... at least it's good to know that there are still words nearby, though I don't call on them nearly as much as I should, or even nearly as much as I used to (I need to start writing again. So badly). Maybe a good one will come to me in my sleep... which I plan to do, after I do the dishes.
evilhippo: hippo (30 [thinking])
( Oct. 9th, 2007 02:24 pm)
I don't know what to do with myself. I was incredibly awake and alert yesterday, well before my usual 2:00pm... which somehow resulted in me not being able to sleep until well after 6 this morning, as if that makes sense (I finally get a full night's sleep at semi-normal hours, and it prevents me from having two in a row... way to go, self). And so basically I'm sitting here, bored, despairing that the most intriguing Craigslist ad in the last day has been someone's appeal for a writer to help them flesh-out their script for a movie in which Berserker Jesus takes revenge on all the Jews for killing him. (It's terrifying. There's a phone number. I wanted to call it from a pay phone somewhere, just to see if the guy was as serious about the idea as he sounded. But then I decided that, if there was someone who could seriously have that idea, which involved a lot of cursing, breaking necks, and turning the contents of people's stomachs into wine in order to frame them for murder, I didn't want to know.)

And my main dilemma right now is figuring out whether I want to give up and start looking for a second part-time job. It basically means I work more hours than I need to for less money than I need, and sees to it that if I ever do have a spare few dollars I won't be able to use them, but at least it'd be a slight weight off my shoulders when winter rolls around and my student loans come due. I already can't go to concerts anymore, what's it matter that the only day I'd ever have off completely would be Sunday? ... At least I probably wouldn't be bored anymore.

I really hate the job market sometimes. With a passion. Because if I take a second part-time job, I'm going to have to keep both of them for a while, or risk all of my future potential employers going "why did you quit so many jobs in 2007?" It's bad enough I get yelled at for trying to leave the stupid bank job. If you had a job that was only in the evenings, with uneven hours, for just over minimum wage, and were trying to make a living, and they'd made you work for a month without pay and the CTA was horrible so that you hardly ever got there on time, would you have any qualms about leaving it after only two months? Just... grrrr. (I am still bitter about my last interview, which was horrible. Though I'm also bitter about that e-mail I got that told me I wasn't qualified for data entry work, just because I wasn't a marketing major. And so now I'm finding myself applying less to office jobs that are for marketing, recruiting, or even general business places, because they've all been inexcusably mean to me and obviously don't know what they're looking for... though this isn't good for me because there are no other jobs. Stupid, stupid Chicago.)
evilhippo: hippo (37 [listening])
( Oct. 5th, 2007 01:16 am)
Guys, I think I have to take this job. I am going to apply for it, and if they contact me and if it sounds as gloriously entertaining as I'm making it sound in my head, I am going to ask all of you to collectively will me into it. (I wanna work at a detective agency! Maybe someday I'd get to be a detective! A real private eye! It'd be awesomesauce. Also, saying "I work at a detective agency" is SO much cooler than "I work at a bank," even if they both boil down to data-entry.)

P.S. Guys, I don't think I make the point enough that my life has a literary aesthetic far too often. I would say there's a 95% chance that, provided they are telling the truth about being in the loop, this detective agency is the "Baker Street Detective Agency." So not only would I be working for a detective agency, I'd be working for one named after Sherlock Holmes' street. Very cute. (One of the other choices is "Star Planet International Detectives", which sounds so much like a comic book agency that I might have to question my belief in a Grand Author in this case and reassign it to Quirky Detectives. Awww, quirky detectives. I would love to work for you.)
Today has been an adventure, dear internets. And I've realized that it makes me happy to feel like I'm on an adventure. I got up this morning, hopped into my interview clothes, and headed off to the bus stop. I felt like a ridiculous yuppie, and it got me to wondering if this apartment full of blonde girls at the bottom of the park is a harbinger of Things to Come for the people in this neighborhood. This is the direction of "progress" (or more accurately, gentrification) from the loop, since we're out of space to the north that isn't Evanston. I hope I didn't worry anyone, because the fact is I rather like this neighborhood the way it is. Except the blocks to the west of us could stand to be a few shades lighter on the crime map (as in, not something like red).

The first interview was more of a barrage of tests, interspersed with friendly conversation with the recruiter, who, sadly, didn't have anything for me at the moment, but promised to keep looking. I also found out, from the battery of tests, that there are things that can be done with Word that I never imagined, and that apparently even though I haven't used Excel for 6 years, my skills in it are better than my skills in Word (what?). Also, I can type, officially, 86 words per minute. Which is a freaking lot. I've been saying 65 forever. And apparently that's a lie. (That's right, Chicago. I type freaking fast. Now give me a job. I know you need a fast typist somewhere.)

The second interview was in an office on the 35th floor of the Prudential Building. The Prudential Building, in addition to overlooking Milennium Park, also has a view of the lake, and most of the South Loop. I'm not sure I'd have paid any attention to my interview if the office had had windows. But, thankfully, the room I was interviewed in didn't have windows, and it went fair enough. There is another round of interviews after this, and I may perhaps get called back, depending on how they react to my answers to their application survey. It reminded me a bit of the UofC application, in that it had some rather weird questions, including a bit where I had to come up with sentences for words, and it was very difficult for me not to write very weird ones. I think the worst I did was for trite, which was something like "Her treatment of the situation was very trite; she paid it no more mind than she did her neighbor's cat." Which really doesn't illustrate any understanding of the word, and is in fact an almost entirely wrong use of it (except that I would defend it by saying that her attention to the neighbor's cat was scant due to the repetition of her seeing it, and therefore trite). But I couldn't come up with a good actual sentence to use, and I liked the sound of that sentence, so hopefully they won't stop too long to think about how it's actually wrong. In fact, my biggest error (aside from having to call back after the interview to give the secretary the phone numbers for my references, as the page had fallen out of my notebooke) was probably the random answer I gave to their "Anything else we should know?" question (which was phrased in such a way as to encourage somewhat odd answers). It went something like "I can't in good conscience leave this blank, so you should know: * The 8 key on your calculator is stubborn. * I keep wanting to sketch the view from here, but I'm a horrible artist. * What I lack in artistic talent I make up for in wit. * Though sometimes it fails me on applications." I can imagine the conversation regarding this response going something like "And here's [livejournal.com profile] evilhippo's application. She misused the word trite and... appears to have been channeling Oscar Wilde at the end of her application. It's a shame he's about a hundred years past his prime." And then it'll be thrown in the bin. But at least I got to look out their windows. And I can hold out hope for the recruiter to find me a job.

Also, since I should make note of this, the second company did... get this... infomercials. The irony would be amazing (warning: link contains eye-bleeding color combinations, pop-up ads, and writing done by me approximately 9 years ago).

And, because I haven't done a meme in a while, and the results of this one, I believe, rather adeptly illuminate the precise nature of my current career problem, I present to you... The Internets Don't Know What I Should Do With Myself Either:

1. Go to http://www.careercruising.com/.
2. Put in Username: nycareers, Password: landmark.
3. Take their "Career Matchmaker" questions.
4. Post the top ten results

1. Office Machine Repairer
2. Technical Writer
3. Business Systems Analyst
4. Writer
5. Computer Trainer
6. Desktop Publisher
7. Video Game Developer
8. Historian
9. Furniture Finisher
10. ESL Teacher
And because it gets better )

Please, someone tell me they got results as mixed-up as mine. Because.... I'm not sure any of those overlap in groups larger than threes, and those groups don't seem to overlap each other at all. No wonder I'm so confused. Furniture finisher is in the top ten. What the heck? I have not seen anyone take this quiz and get such a mish-mash of results.

Obviously, I should drop everything and become a magician. (Which is tempting now, as I am reading Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrel, and though it took me a while to get into it, it's probably one of the best books I've read in quite a long time, and even though I'm not finished yet, I have a strong urge to recommend it to everyone I know, and probably will recommend it in great detail after I finish it.)
evilhippo: hippo (46 [internets])
( Sep. 12th, 2007 12:07 pm)
No internets for me for the next few days. I don't know how I'm going to survive (I don't know how I've survived this long, living 3/4 of the way in one apartment or the other).

People should call me, so [livejournal.com profile] rsiasta and I don't have to sit around playing Disney Princess Uno forever.

Edit: I am stealing internet. I currently feel like a bad person... kind of. And I am doing my best to keep my bandwidth usage low. Also, I have another interview either Friday or the beginning of next week. And there were at least three ads today that looked promising. I can almost taste the full-time employment in my future. Hopefully it's not one of those creepy synthetic sort of tastes. Like popcorn jellybeans.
So... I'm pretty sure I need to apply for this job... but (and this is so thoroughly pathetic I'm embarrassed) I don't want to because I don't think I have anything decent enough to send them. So I need someone to talk me into it. It'd help if someone could come over here and force me to write the cover letter and find script excerpts, but failing that, shouting at me over the internet for being useless works, too. I know I want to send them my pirate story... but I can't find anything among my scripts to balance that out (because my scripts SUCK omg). So yeah. Someone needs to shout at me until I come up with something, otherwise I'm going to put this off until it's too late, and try to tell myself that I don't care that I didn't apply.

And my bank job starts tonight. I've got to leave in about 20 minutes. I already don't want to go, because I haven't heard from them since I went in to sign the paperwork. I don't know what days I'll be working, or where I'm supposed to go when I get to the bank or... anything, really. Sigh. I don't even know what to expect from the people I'll be working with. I have my assumptions... and I'm not really too comfortable with any of them. Stupid Chicago.
The epic fail of Chicago continues. I might finally be coping with that fact... we'll see how the next few days go. (You're all very lucky that I haven't been posting all my whining on here. LJ doesn't deserve more of that.) I start my bank job on Monday... but just about everything about that sucks. I don't get paid until September, and it's only $8 an hour, so my first paycheck will have to go completely towards moving. Which means this month's rent, utilities, food, and the $98 I'll have to spend on transportation will have to come out of... thin air. (At this point, I hate Chicago more than any other population center in the world, and am very seriously considering moving back home to regroup and maybe restore just a teeny tiny bit of confidence in myself and my worth as a member of the workforce.) I can't remember what I was actually going to write about. I think I was going to spend my time railing against the system, and how it sucks looking for a job because people should come looking for you and goshdarnit how do you get experience if everyone wants experience in the first place? Everyone! Experienced EBay ad writer (with references?!) Give me a break! But, I said I wasn't going to complain. So...

In other news... there really isn't much going on here. It's really hot... probably because I think I said something like "Well, it hasn't really been that hot this summer" yesterday. And now it's going to be 97 or something tomorrow. Joy. I'll probably spend the day in the shower... or downtown running from restaurant to restaurant (to coffee shop to bakery) looking for a job. Perhaps they'll be air conditioned. And yeah... so that's pretty much my existence right now. Pretty boring, eh? I think this is probably why I haven't been updating much.
After yesterday, I'm surprised that there aren't more Potter spoilers on my friendslist. It's a shame, since most everyone has already run away... there might as well be like, macros or something. (It's not that I don't care about spoilers, but I'm pretty sure I know the big things that are going to happen... for me it's more a matter of how they're written.)

But, I suppose today pretty much begins my internet hiatus for the weekend, not because of spoilers but because of honest-to-(thank)goodness-busy. I'm out all day today at an interview and then the Decemberists concert (basically I'm just gonna waste time downtown in between, because I haven't done that in a while). And tomorrow I leave for The Wedding. I might peek in a bit here and there, but it's unlikely. So... I shall see you all on Sunday night, or Monday. If you're bored, you're welcome to call.
So... today went well. Or as well as things could go when the buses completely refuse to cooperate. Freaking 'a, it took me more than three hours to get there. Three hours! It was supposed to take two at the most. In fact, the CTA said it would take me an hour and a half to 45 minutes. So I gave myself two and a half hours. And so I was half an hour late. Thankfully they were pretty forgiving, but OMG. Cubs game somehow delayed the red line by twenty minutes downtown. Downtown! I don't understand. That's not where Wrigley field is at all. And then the bus I needed was late, because apparently Pace buses are tardy in ways even the CTA can't manage. And then the bus didn't go where it was supposed to and dropped everyone off at this freaking mall, because apparently Pace also pwns the CTA at not following routes. And so... yeah. Grrr! But like I said, after that things went okay. I think I did decently on the tests (not great, I'm sure, since I took my time on them). I only made a few wince-worthy errors (like forgetting one of the interviewer's names). I have hope. Though the thought of the commute every day, even for a month and a half, makes me want to cry.

Also... my feet are a wreck. I hate shoes. (Well, I don't hate my sneakers. Much. Sometimes.) Yesterday I wore my brown ones that I hadn't worn in a while, and they either shrunk or my feet grew or I glossed over the painful memory of what they do to my feet (I fear it's the latter). Soooo they tore the backs of my heels all to heck, and then today I had to wear my black shoes, which have straps that go right over the damage area. Not cool. Very painful, in fact. But I finally got to use the bandaids I've had in my bookbag since junior year of high school. (Usually I make it a habit not to abuse my feet like this. I owe them now.)
evilhippo: hippo (5 [hehehe])
( Jul. 12th, 2007 11:28 pm)
I think I just changed at least a tenth of my icons... so now when I pick things from my list, I will be surprised again. (I had a hard time choosing my icon for this post... it was a toss-up between this one and this one. But there is a time and a place for everything.) I forget why I was hunting down icons (I think it might have been because I recently picked up what is certain to become a dangerous addiction to Life on Mars. (And it had nothing to do with me adoring John Simm in his recent role in Doctor Who, no.) In case you're looking for an extra TV show to fill a void in your day, I highly recommend it, if you're into shows that are quite interestingly psychological, and British, and, to an untrained eye, cop shows set in the 1970s.) And it amuses me now that you can kind of track the progression of my fandoms by scrolling through my icons.

Er, in more important news, I have a real face-to-face interview with the publishing people tomorrow at 1, which means I have to get up early (!!) and leave here at eleven, because Skokie is freaking far away from me. Buuuut I'm moving to the north side in a month and a half or so anyway, so I could survive the commute for a while. I also survived my bank interview today, which was the most thorough let's-go-through-every-bullet-point-on-your-resume interview ever for an $8/hr job. But oh well. Good practice for tomorrow, I suppose. And hopefully I won't fail the grammar and typing tests they're going to give me. Gah. So, I'm off to put all the icons I just downloaded onto my desktop into a reasonable folder, then I will roam the internets for more distraction.
evilhippo: hippo (58 [yip yip])
( Jul. 10th, 2007 11:20 am)
That actually went rather well. Phew. I'll know if I get a real face-to-face interview in a couple of days. Here's hoping... Fingers and toes crossed and all that... and I rather much do want this job now, because the person doing the interviewing was really nice and the company, despite the fact that it's like, home decor catalogs, sounds rather fun. (Perhaps it's the appeal of working around people who have to live off of being at least somewhat creative.) Of course, if I get the job I have to move to the north side, because it's in Skokie. And that's a more-than-two-hour commute from here... which I can survive for a few months, but don't want to continue for more than that. And... and... publishing experience! It'd actually be a useful job.

And, so unrelated it's not even a tangent, but I checked my e-mail a second ago and there it was... I must go to the Hideout Block Party in September, and people should come with me because it's good music (mostly because of Saturday, and not just because of Andrew Bird). And in case I haven't mentioned the free Decemberists concert in Millennium Park with the Grant Park Orchestra on the 18th, that's also going to be awesome (and free)... yeah. Omg. I actually would've held it against my friend who's getting married if I'd had to be back home during that. And I honestly just nervously checked when it started in case, on the off-chance I was employed, it was at a time I couldn't make it. Because it's the Decemberists for free with the orchestra. That is important.
A few days ago [livejournal.com profile] chocolatemoose gave me a wonderful suggestion that was sure to fix all of my employment problems. Provided that the BBC still uses paper paychecks, and not some kind of direct deposit system, I was to find myself a Russell T. Davies disguise and take his place. After all, the first bit of season 3 was kind of rubbish (with the possible exception of Gridlock, maybe) and the end was just... I can't even put it into words. And now, given this news (linked to a post that links to a casting spoiler) I believe this is clearly the only moral course of action. So, if anyone wants to donate enough for me to get to Wales or whatever, I think I'll set up a paypal account. And as of now, I am looking for someone who can make me a convincing RTD disguise. Any takers? I'll let you work on the series. (I'll even promise to keep Torchwood just as cracky, though I might try to make it not... you know... involve Chris Chibnall's writing.)
So, the interview went kind of badly, and I kind of spent most of the rest of the evening moping... so I'm trying not to do any more of that right now. I'll just say that the guy interviewing me was a bit awkward, and spent a good part of the interview expressing his disinterest in me. So yeah. Not fun. And I officially hate my job search. I'm probably not the only academic type ever to have trouble adjusting to the working world, nor will I be the last, but eesh. There's got to be a haven of people who haven't been completely corrupted, who'd be willing to take the poor wanderers in.

In other news, tonight I had to finally figure out how to use the gas stove without dying (I've been around electric ones forever, and gas ones scare me on a very basic level because of my fear of leaving it on and blowing up). I got it lit... it went out... I got it lit again... I couldn't turn it down... the knob came off, it went out, I got it lit again... and finally convinced it that it did indeed have something like a low setting. Fun for everyone. But now I have my rice with surprise bits of fish in it and (provided the surprise about the fish isn't that it's undercooked) will be able to survive another day.

I also have a rather formidable pile of books that I brought back from the library. Mark Z. Danielewski's new(ish) book (Only Revolutions), books by David Mitchell (Ghostwritten) and Michael Chabon (Wonder Boys) because I've been meaning to read more by them since last spring quarter, The Five People You Meet in Heaven, because someone recommended it to me a while ago, and a random Battlestar Galactica novel I ran across on the new books shelf just below Only Revolutions... I figured it was fate, and obviously I'm meant to poke my nose back into officially sanctioned spin-off fiction (even if the title is "Sagittarius is Bleeding" and that seems to me like an awful title).
evilhippo: hippo (44 [hmm])
( Jun. 18th, 2007 02:04 pm)
Thank you, craigslist, for cheering me up after all of those useless job ads that sound good until I get to the requirements and realize I have no "corporate experience."


evilhippo: hippo (Default)


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