Jeans and Sneakers

That’s really all I’ve been doing.  Is waiting.  Waiting for someone to post an ad for a job I might interview for, waiting for the interview to occur, waiting for a call back.  Stop.  Repeat.

My interview on Saturday went well, so far as I can tell.  There were quirks about the position, but nothing I think I can’t handle.  And it paid reasonably well.  So we’ll see.  They still have someone in the position, and haven’t even told her that they’re looking to replace her, so I don’t know how long it’ll be before I hear back from them, if at all.  They seemed really impressed with what I can do though, and I thought they were interested.

I’ve been knitting a lot.  I started another sweater, Sonnet from Knitty.com.  It’s coming along fairly quickly (it’s mostly in garter stitch), and the yarn, though acrylic, is very pretty.

Lots of movie watching going on.  And we finally filed for that partnership thing, so I’ll have health insurance soon.

Today is Andy’s birthday.  I wished him a happy over im, and then gave him a good yelling at.  I don’t know what to make of him.  He makes me angry so easily when I talk to him.  I’ve been avoiding contact for that reason.

Yesterday my youngest cousin on my mom’s side turned 18.  Crazy.

Not going out all day, not really doing anything that feels like doing something. I can sit here in our room and watch movies, and knit (I’m almost done with the golden tunic, and waiting to start on the grey cardigan), but no matter what I tell myself, no matter what I do, I feel like I’m wasting time.

I haven’t heard back from the guy at the head hunters place. I said I’d call him on Wednesday by noon if he didn’t call me back, but I didn’t, and if he didn’t call me, then it’s pretty apparent that they’re not interested. I could have the bookstore job if I called them back and said yes, but when it comes right down to it, I don’t want it. Not 6 days a week. I have another interview on Saturday for a place in town. It’s five days a week and the ad said salary is negotiable. I hope that means it’s possible they would pay me something decent. I’m getting ahead of myself. I don’t even know if they’ll like me.

I hate feeling useless. I’ll never know how Rob can play that game all fucking day and not be bored. Not feel like he’s wasting his life. I guess we don’t think the same way. I don’t know what I’m expecting myself to be doing that’s so great to fill me with such a sense of purpose, but whatever it is, I’m not doing it. Maybe I’m overthinking. Maybe I just have too much time to think about how I’m not doing anything.

At least I’ll have a new sweater soon.

Ok. So last night I went to bed REALLY early, but I woke up just now. 6am for a Saturday is still kind of early, but at least it’s reasonable morning, so I’m pretty happy. Now if I can just keep myself awake during the day, I’m golden.

I had a job interview yesterday. It was kind of odd, because though I look at Craig’s List every day, I only look on Monster and Career Builder sometimes. So Thursday this was, I scanned Career Builder, and saw a data entry job that was offering ridiculous amounts of money for a data entry job, and I sent them my resume. I got a call within an hour. That automatically made me think that he hasn’t gotten any responses for this job yet. I could be totally wrong, but that’s the impression that I got. Anyway, the guy had me send him my resume again, because it didn’t work through Career Builder, he had gotten only a partial resume. So I sent it, and he scheduled an interview for Friday. He also asked me what my salary range was, and because I wasn’t sure which job this was calling me back at the time, I kind of lowballed myself. But I still asked for more than I would for any other job, so it wasn’t that bad. But the guy told me they were looking to hire at the lowest in the range the ad listed. Whatever, that’s still a lot of money for me, so I agreed.

At the interview, he took a copy of my resume that I’d previously printed out, (yeah be prepared!! And I wasn’t even a girl scout!) and asked me a bunch of questions. I noticed that he told me the company that is looking to hire (he’s a headhunter) is looking to pay even lower than he quoted me on the phone. Fantastic. Well, it was still way more than I’ve been paid so far, but all this going back is giving me a bad feeling about the head hunter at least.

Other than that, the interview went alright, I guess. It was quick, and he told me that he’d get back to me next week if the company that is hiring (which is confidential at the moment,) is interested once he forwards them my resume and tells them his impressions of me. So I may or may not have a job in the future. It sounded like a good job for me though, because he said there’s not much dealing with the customers, it’s mostly just entering in orders in the system, which to me sounds fantastic. Just me, a stack of papers, and a computer. I could do that all day! So I’ll find out about if I have another interview next week.

Anyone who knows me or has been reading my journal for a length of time, should know by now that I pretty much hate my roomate, and his stupid girlfriend, that he moved into our house, without our permission, and so far has neglected to remove her from living here even though we told him to. . .in November.

Knowing that, he just made me dislike him that much more. He’s a smoker. I used to be too, but I quit, and he was supposed to, but never did. He’s notorious for not cleaning up after himself, and his cigarette butts are no exception. In the last house, butts covered a good portion of our little three step stoop, and the ground on both sides of it. In this house, I kept telling him to watch where he puts his butts. And he’d make efforts, half assedly, sometimes, to put an ashtray out there, or else he’d knock out the burning tobacco (most of the time not bothering to stomp it out on the ground.) and put the tobacco-less butt in the garbage, or in any container that happened to be outside. During the winter, he smokes on the back deck (at least he doesn’t smoke inside. There’s something to be greatful for.), and puts his empty butts in an old barbeque charcoal bag (you see it coming don’t you?).

Rob and I were going to go to a movie last night, but didn’t, because I was so tired. I wasn’t awake for the first part of it, but apparrently the house caught on fire. I assume what happened was one of two things. Either when he flicked the still-burning tobacco out of his cigarette, he didn’t stomp it out, and the wind (that was absolutely crazy today) blew the little ember up against the bag and provided enough oxygen to act as a little boy scout, and ignite the bag full of butts on fire, which was leaning against the house, catching the moulding under the siding on fire, and melting the siding. Either that, or he didn’t flick out all of the burning tobacco, and put a half or partially burning butt directly in the matchlight bag. Either way, the bag, and the house, caught fire. I guess what happened next was that Rob smelled it, and ran to see what was going on. I woke up when he slammed in our room, grabbing his keys and screaming something that sounded like “DIPSHIT!”, and running out again.

I layed there for a second, not knowing what was going on. Once I woke up a little, I heard weird noises coming from the direction of the rest of the house and went to investigate. I didn’t have my contacts in, so I couldn’t see what was going on. Rob was outside the back door on the deck, doing something that was making a lot of noise. The roomate was in the kitchen, and the sink was running. “What’s going on?” I said, and the roomate replied “My stupid ass lit the house on fire.”

I had nothing to say to that, so I went back to bed, looked at the clock, and listened to Rob yelling at the roomate. Then I went back to sleep. I woke up a little while later, Turbo was out and running around, on my face. Hahaha, he’s so cute. But I started sorting out what I remembered from the middle of the night. Then I thought, It’s a damned good thing we didn’t go to that movie. When I was trying to get back to sleep after it happened, I overheard the roomate say “Well you know I didn’t do it on purpose,” as if that made it better, and “I dunno, I thought you were soldering or something!”. Which brings me to the conclusion, that if we had gone out to the movie last night, our house would have burned down. At least mostly before he realized that we were gone, and Rob wasn’t soldering.

I’m so fucking sick of his shit. Rob told him last night that he was sick and tired of the roomate being such a scumbag, not cleaning up after himself in the kitchen, and now being so irresponsible as to light the house on fire. It’s strike two, and if he messes up again, Rob *told* him he’s going to kick him out.

One can only wait.

Edit:  To the roomate’s credit, because I have to be fair, he’s a carpenter.  He builds houses for a living (when he has a job) and he’s going to fix the damage the fire did.  So at least there’s that.  It’s a good thing our landlords don’t come around ever.

Sooooooo, yeah. I’ve been staying up later and later, as I don’t really have a bedtime anymore. The only thing wrong with that, is I end up waking up later and later, because I have no reason to wake up at any early time.

Today I woke up and it was almost 9pm. That’s no good. I’m going to have to stay up all night tonight, we’re going to see a movie at midnight, and tomorrow early afternoon we’re meeting up with my dad to get Cinnabons. Then it’s dinner at Rob’s parents house.

I came up with something of a design for my project. Now the problem is making it happen. I was trying to make it last night/this morning, but not having much luck. The things I’m trying to do, while seemingly simple, are currently beyond my most basic knowledge of css. Either that or there’s just something stupid that I’m missing. Which is a possibility. But I don’t think so.

I sent my resume to a Blacksmith shop today. I couldn’t believe it when I read the ad. They said no experience necessary. It would be so incredibly awesome if I could become a blacksmith apprentice. For real.

Other than that, I sent my resume to a place looking for a freelancer and said that the job was easy to learn and stuff. Haven’t heard back from them yet either. :/

It’s not all that surprising that my days have rolled over to early evenings and nights now.  I wake up around 3 or 4 pm and go to sleep around 7 am.  There’s still time during the day to scan the job ads and check my mail and try to not worry too much.

That being said, I really did have plans to do things today, but it kind of all went to hell when I went into work with my sweetie and he gave me an early Valentine’s Day gift. . .Stephen King’s Cell A Novel.  I just finished it about 15 minutes ago.  You can probably guess that other than reading that book, I didn’t get much else done today.  :[

About the book.  I’m kind of disappointed.  It’s . . .not really. . .worthy. . .I guess, of SK in a way.  To me, it seems very rushed and shallow for him.  Usually his books totally suck me in and this one I found my attention wandering more than once.  It was definitely interesting though.  Other than that I won’t say anything on the off chance that someone might be reading this that wants to go and read the book for themselves.

In other news, yesterday I finished the back piece for my Golden Tunic. . .I guess I should credit the pattern and call it by name. . . it’s Holly, and it’s coming along beautifully!  I only have a front and two sleeves left, and if I don’t slack on them, I might have the sweater done. . .just in time for weather that’s too warm to wear it in!  :[

I got inspired by another web site’s design into thinking about a design for my project.  That’s what I was supposed to work on today.  But of course, I didn’t.  I ended up reading instead.  I guess I’ll try focusing again tomorrow.  I totally suck at focusing.

We’ve been playing with our chinchilla Turbo a lot more lately.  We got him a bigger cage, and he stays in the room now. . (mostly since the reason we moved him out of the room to begin with was because he chews on the cage at like 3am and we couldn’t sleep through it, but now we’re up around then, so it doesn’t seem to matter much, only to be annoying.) but I think he’s much happier in here with us.  He was all alone in the kitchen before mostly and he seemed so lonely.  Now he can whine at us when he wants attention, and mostly we’re big mushes for his adorable self and can’t help but give in to him.  Today he stole an oreo out of Rob’s box of oreo’s and ran away with it.  We couldn’t do anything but laugh.  I started to worry about how not good oreo’s probably are for him, but he stopped eating at the icing.  He only ate the cookie around the edges.  Such a character.

Ever since the interview, I was just kind of waiting.  It went so well that the guy made it seem like the position was mine and all I had to do was wait for him to tell me that it ACTUALLY was.

He emailed me this morning saying it was a VERY tough decision, but he decided to go with someone else, but would like to keep me as a “backup” in case this person doesn’t work out, and would then like to have me come in and work for them.

I told him that was fine.

But you know what?  This one office position has a higher rollover rate than I have at quitting and getting new jobs (and that’s pretty impressive, unless you’re my roomate, who thinks quitting and getting jobs IS a job.).  I’m not too sure now that I want to work here.  I mean, what is making all of these admin people get fired, or quit for that matter?

It seems like a good job that pays well in a good environment where the employer takes care of the employees.  But that’s just what it looks like, and until I work there, I’ll never know any different.

So now it’s back to looking for something else.  I found something on Craig’s List today that’s some tree-hugger organization.  I have no idea how much they pay, or what you actually have to do.  But I might give them a call on Monday.

I’m almost as stressed out being unemployed as I was when I was employed.  The only difference is, I have a lot less to do, and more time to think about how I’m not making any money to support myself.

So I’ve been reading.  I went to the library yesterday and picked up the sequel to Eragon, Eldest.  It’s pretty good so far, I’m about halfway through it.

And here I was thinking it was dragging along. Monday we got amazing and lovely warm weather, and I went to the city to meet up with Wyn. We went and got thai food and walked around Central Park. Here’s a picture of me looking silly.

We had a lot of fun. I’d never been to Central Park before. We only made it through maybe 2/5ths of the park, though it seemed like more. We ended up wandering around some trails inside. After that we headed back to her new NYC apt where we played with bits of string!!

The night ended with some home made dinner and finally, Karaoke. It really was a fun time. I only wish I could have done more of the treating.

Another thing happened too. On the way into the city, I had called a prospective employer to set up an interview. We talked for a little bit, and set the interview for Tuesday morning. I was excited, because they were looking to hire immediately, and that meant that if I landed the job, I could possibly not miss paying any of my bills, and the transition would be smooth. Of course, that’s provided I got the job, but one can hope.

Anyway, about 45 minutes later, I met up with Wyn in Penn Station, and we were just about to hop on the subway, and out of cellphone range, when I got a call. It was the same prospective employer, calling back to let me know that he had decided to hire a girl who he found out used to work for a friend of his and came with very high reviews from his friend. He thanked me for my time, and we hung up.

Man that really put a damper on my day! As much fun as I was having, my brain always found a way to return to the fact that I’d have to keep looking for another job, that this one, which by the way, paid a decent amount, was already barred to me. I tried not to let it get me down too much, but sometimes it did anyway.

Tuesday I woke up and couldn’t walk. It was bad enough when I got off the train at my home station I was limping enough that Rob noticed it from the car when he came to get me. My knee was killing me and both my ankles felt like they were going to give out at any minute. Surprisingly on Tuesday my knee was fine, but my ankles were pretty sore, and my calves were the worst. They had tightened while I slept and walking was near impossible. I could barely hobble from the bedroom to the bathroom. It’s a good thing I didn’t have to go anywhere.

Today (I know the date says Thursday already, and I could change it, but then the time would be all messed up. I’m writing this entry for Wednesday) it wasn’t so bad. Still a little sore, but nothing like yesterday.

This morning I woke up to my cell phone ringing. I thought it was Rob’s phone because I changed my ringer a while back, and I’m still not used to it. I knew it was mine when the voicemail alert went off. Chewbacca’s roar is always a dead giveaway. Anyhow, the prospective employer had called me back saying that something had happened, and he was rescheduling all of the interviews he had cancelled on Monday. Rock. So I called him back and have an interview tomorrow (today really) morning at 10. If all goes well, I might be employed by next week. I’m so supposed to be sleeping, but my sleep schedule is all messed up. I’ll be alright tomorrow though, I’m sure.

Edit: Oh yeah.  I also Devoured the book Eragon yesterday.  I was supposed to watch a movie with Rob yesterday, but I couldn’t put the book down.  I finished it, but of course, now I want to read the sequel.  Sigh.