Friday, August 31, 2012

Job Hunt Log the Sixth: Previous Job Hunts

My first job hunt occurred shortly after I graduated from high school in 1993. I did not get many interviews, but I was eventually able to get a job as a “courtesy clerk” at a grocery store. I do not really remember what I wore or what I said to the manager who eventually hired me. I do remember that I had many disappointing encounters prior to getting the courtesy clerk job, and I did not have good references. (Not having good references is a continuing theme.)

Thursday, August 30, 2012

GBE2 Blog On Prompt 67: Thoughts on a Yokohama Shopping Log



So, you know that anecdote that you may or may not have heard about the difference between the way men write and women write? The one where a man and a woman in some kind of creative writing course have to collaborate and the woman keeps wanting to do moody thoughtful scenes contemplating her navel or her ex-boyfriend and the man wants to write something with some action or whatever so he starts passive aggressively sniping about the woman’s character within the context of the story? And there’s this Mars/Venus dichotomy that is actually kind of stupid and annoying? (Especially when I can name many (male) characters written by male writers have the moody navel contemplating going on.)

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Prompt: Career Day “Leaf from a Book”

This is for a prompt community on Facebook. I was not really able to follow the prompt.


CAREER DAY. You've agreed to give a talk at your child's school for Career Day. Not only do you hate public speaking, you found out yesterday that you've been fired from your job - and you haven't told your kid yet. Write what happens when you go to the school to present. (500 words or less).

486 words

So yeah, Career Day is not a thing that is going to happen. You thought about it, about going through the entire ordeal, and there was just no way. You are not very good at public speaking, and you know you will not have a single good thing to say about your job or anyone you were working with. But how are you going to break it to the kid? Not just the “Your dad cannot talk about his job because he does not have one right now,” but also the, “dad has been looking for a new job for a while now, and now he has more time to find one,” part.

You call the teacher to explain. (It feels extremely awkward doing this, but at least you are not doing this in person.) She tries to talk you into coming in anyway, and you respond with a brief and not very charming story from your childhood about a similar situation that ended in disaster. After this story, she agrees that it would be a bad time. She also doesn’t mind very much when you tell her that you plan on having the kid skip class on Career Day.  

And what is this about skipping class? Are you honestly thinking of pulling the same “show the kid a good time before the bad news” shtick your dad pulled on you? Okay, no, it is not in any way exactly the same. You have been pretty good at coming up with entertaining (and occasionally educational) activities without an accompanying bad news chaser in the past. (Your dad did it all the fricking time. It drove you up the wall when you were a kid. Right now though, you are feeling pretty damn sympathetic.) The kid will probably still pick up that something is wrong because the kid is not dumb, but at least you are not working at a karmic disadvantage.

The skip day goes really well. The kid definitely senses there is a problem though. She is still more than happy to take advantage of the situation. (You were the same way when you were a kid.) You take her to see a movie she has wanted to see, and after that, you go out to dinner. After dinner, on the way home, you tell her you lost your job. You also explain a little of why you did not do the Career Day. Just the high lights, and leaving out ninety nine percent of the swearing. “So that’s what happened when Pop Pop came to school after he got fired. I am not saying I would have gotten that mad, but at least no one will make fun of you because your dad has ‘rabies’ or something.” 

The kid thinks about it. “That’s okay,” she says. “Did you punch your manager, like Pop Pop did?”

“No,” you laugh. “I thought about it really hard though.”  



Monday, August 27, 2012

700 Club Weather Working Whackaloon

I am trying to wrap my head around this:

 

Which I found here on  "Right Wing Watch."

So, she's very proud of having moved the storm (excuse me, that her prayers convinced God to move the storm...wait no, that still sounds deeply and vastly wrong) which is now heading elsewhere. Is she also going to be very proud of the property damage God causes elsewhere? (Does she realize this sounds an awful like magic? Of a particularly unethical sort? Of course she doesn't but still.)



Friday, August 24, 2012

Job Hunt Log the Fifth: Interviews


Since the post-graduation job hunt began, I have only had two interviews and a few calls where the prospective employer decided that I was not what they were looking for almost instantly. The first interview was for providing content. I think my opening speech was okay, but the people I was talking to did not know what I was talking about. Also, I was late for the interview because I could not find the place.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

GBE2 Blog On Prompt 66: Excerpts from a Photo Album


Junie, Age 12, Ran, Age 8 caption: Two jumping beans.  

Typed: Junie and Ran, playing on the trampoline sent to us by Sam’s sister. Shortly after this, Ran decided it would be a good idea to see if he could use the trampoline to jump up onto the wall. He missed the wall by a foot, and gave himself a concussion; I nearly had a heart attack!     

In black pen, print: It’s a good thing Ran has a hard head.  (Beth “Junior” Tomlin)

Junie, Age 12, Ran, Age 9: Takes the cake.

Typed: Elle apparently do not do birthdays! Instead, they throw parties for developmental stages and the like. So they have parties for “baby is now ambulatory,” and “kid successfully completed a complicated science project” but not “commemorate someone having been born.” We decided to do a cultural exchange type thing, so I threw a little birthday party for Ran. (Mom helped.)

In black pen, print: The exchange part was the party Embla threw for Junie for “successfully hosting her first social occasion.” (Sam Tomlin)

Junie, Age 14, Ran, Age 10 caption: You are never too old for pillow forts!

Typed:  Junie (Beth) Tomlin and her friend Ran. They have turned the couch and most of the pillows in the house into an elaborate fortress from which they plan on watching horror movies. Out of view is Beth Tomlin senior, acting chaperon and provider of snacks.

In blue pen, print: This writing style is a hoot, honey. (Sam Tomlin)

In black pen, cursive: This is how Ran’s mom narrates her slideshows. (Beth “Junior” Tomlin)




Job Hunt Log: Silly



Sharing because xkcd is the best thing ever sometimes.

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Job Hunt Log the Fourth: Prospects


I am currently looking for a job where I can:

Primarily provide web content/ Assist in maintaining the web page.

Most of my experience in this area has been in designing and updating my own personal webpages. I would like to get some professional experience in this area since a lot of my current designs seem to scream “personal webpage” instead of “potential business.”

Monday, August 13, 2012

GBE2 Blog On Prompt 65: First Day




Junie

She had expected to see more elle kids, but it was just humans in her class, except for the teacher and this one kid. He was a tiny little boy who looked too small for the desk he was sitting at--his feet didn’t even touch the ground, not really. He looked like he should be in kindergarten or something.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

GBE2 Blog On Prompt 64: In Which My Cat is Shy



My cat Kali has still not really adjusted to her new living arrangements. When we first came here, the cat spent the first few days alternating between hiding under the futon and screaming her head off. (I am not exaggerating, she was wailing as if she were trying out for a banshee barber shop quartet.) It took her days to get around to eating and drinking again and about two weeks before she stopped freaking out.

Saturday, August 4, 2012

GBE2 Blog On Prompt 63 In which there are collisions



I was slightly stumped for this particular prompt, but my bad knee acting up since yesterday prompted me to remember a few stories.

Why I Have a Bad Knee

I used to ride my bike everywhere and one morning I was going down the road to work. I thought that the person pulling out of their apartment complex driveway had seen me, but this was not the case. (I could have sword they had looked in my direction.) They drove right into me and I and flipped right over the front of the car and landed with my bike on top of me. (The bike was not injured.)