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remindmeofthe) wrote2004-03-02 03:41 pm
remindmeofthe) wrote2004-03-02 03:41 pm
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Heh. I feel a lot better today. It really does help to bitch in my journal. And to my dad and coworkers and friends. *g* Uhm, and a random customer who made the mistake of getting involved in conversation with me, although that I managed to keep down to complaining.
So I didn't get the Irving job, due to failing some absurd and arbitrary standardized honesty test, which pretty much renders to concept of actually qualifying for the job meaningless, as it is the deciding factor. (I do believe that the manager really wanted to hire me and was annoyed that she couldn't.) A sweet little old lady and a juvenile delinquent could apply for the same job, and it is completely plausible that the old lady could fail the test and lose the job, and the delinquent could pass and get it. We have a similar thing at Movie Gallery (why I passed that one and failed the Irving one, I'll never know), and it's kept a lot of perfectly qualifed and competent people from getting a job with us. Is v. ridiculous.
So, I've been reduced to applying to McDonald's, the one place I swore I would only resort to if I was desperate. If I get that job (I'm just looking to pick up a few hours a week), then I shall save the extra cash for a couple of months and move to Portland, where I shall stay with my friend Rikki and her dad. The extra money will be for paying rent while I look for a real job. In Portland, I can also look for someone who needs a roommate, or look into a couple of local colleges, both of which are impossible to do stuck in Yarmouth without a car or license. So, that is my current plan. I can't do anything with my life or get any kind of decent job as long as I'm here.
Oh, yeah, and I'm not bothering to mention any of this to my mom. Suddenly, when it comes to work, I cannot do anything right. I HUMBLY BEG YOUR PARDON for stumbling around while I try to work out a longterm plan. Sigh. Since we have a nice time chatting otherwise, it's best to just avoid this topic altogether. If she brings it up again, I'll flatout tell her that, since I am not living with her, I have the luxury of not telling her a damn thing about my professional life. I have to start remembering that I'm a big girl and my parents can only play as big a role in my life as I let them. (Heh, easily said.)
Or maybe I'll try to convnce her that I'm looking into prostitution. "My friend knows this great pimp, he hardly ever beats his girls, and she thinks she can get me an interview."
So I didn't get the Irving job, due to failing some absurd and arbitrary standardized honesty test, which pretty much renders to concept of actually qualifying for the job meaningless, as it is the deciding factor. (I do believe that the manager really wanted to hire me and was annoyed that she couldn't.) A sweet little old lady and a juvenile delinquent could apply for the same job, and it is completely plausible that the old lady could fail the test and lose the job, and the delinquent could pass and get it. We have a similar thing at Movie Gallery (why I passed that one and failed the Irving one, I'll never know), and it's kept a lot of perfectly qualifed and competent people from getting a job with us. Is v. ridiculous.
So, I've been reduced to applying to McDonald's, the one place I swore I would only resort to if I was desperate. If I get that job (I'm just looking to pick up a few hours a week), then I shall save the extra cash for a couple of months and move to Portland, where I shall stay with my friend Rikki and her dad. The extra money will be for paying rent while I look for a real job. In Portland, I can also look for someone who needs a roommate, or look into a couple of local colleges, both of which are impossible to do stuck in Yarmouth without a car or license. So, that is my current plan. I can't do anything with my life or get any kind of decent job as long as I'm here.
Oh, yeah, and I'm not bothering to mention any of this to my mom. Suddenly, when it comes to work, I cannot do anything right. I HUMBLY BEG YOUR PARDON for stumbling around while I try to work out a longterm plan. Sigh. Since we have a nice time chatting otherwise, it's best to just avoid this topic altogether. If she brings it up again, I'll flatout tell her that, since I am not living with her, I have the luxury of not telling her a damn thing about my professional life. I have to start remembering that I'm a big girl and my parents can only play as big a role in my life as I let them. (Heh, easily said.)
Or maybe I'll try to convnce her that I'm looking into prostitution. "My friend knows this great pimp, he hardly ever beats his girls, and she thinks she can get me an interview."