Well, this may sound lame, but recently I have scowered the house in hopes of finding materials to sell to Half-Priced Books. I have made $24 bucks and figure that I need to find a job ASAP! You know you are sad when you go through your closet and go...eh didn't plan on reading it anyway. I LOVE books and I feel wrong getting rid of some of them, especially if I didn't yet conquer them. Right now I am reading City of Thieves...not bad so far.
In other news, I am still jobless, but I think it might be fun to name all of the places that have deemed me unqualified at the beginning of all of my posts so here are a few gems: Wells Fargo (Teller), Hewitt (Secretary), St. Agnes Academy (College Counselor), and Sylvan Learning Center (Director II). Thanks for playing and good luck in all of your future endeavors. I am just waiting for some place like McDonalds or Sonic to say that I am not the candidate they are looking for at this time.
Finally, tonight a few of my friends and I decided to barhop around our fun area (bleh) and landed at 4 dives today. The diviest of them all told me I had to leave because my drivers liscense is expired and that they could not serve me. I seriously got kicked out of the worst bar in the Woodlands area that has been known in the past to have people snorting coke in the bathroom and plenty of drunken brawls. Granted, they have cleaned up, but COME ON! The girl who showed me the door had to be only 20 and said that any place would tell me the same. The other three places said nothing. We just wanted to watch the bad karaoke and sip on some virgin rum and cokes (haha bad joke). The best part of the evening was when we indulged in a Scotty Thompson from Carrabas..mmmm goat cheese in marinara served with toasted garlic bread. Who needs a boyfriend when there is Scotty....(what Scotty doesn't know...haha)?
I think I need a hobby. I can't really think of one right now, but if y'all have any suggestions besides making a collage of all of my rejection letters in the colorful form of macaroni art. Then again..nothing says classy and summer camp than macaroni art.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
So far, so not sure
I have completed all of the steps for my stage in TFA and my phone interview was....interesting. I feel that I sucked...a lot. Well, maybe not sucked, but was trying to drive home a point when I was interrupted to move on and it was short...like 25 minutes which makes me think that I did poorly. Then again, my heart isn't fully set on this program, it is just another step in teaching for me. I mean, I have a license soooo I'm good.
Moving on, there is nothing on TV. I just watched The Blind Side which is an OK movie that shows what wonderful things can be done if you just add rich white people to the equation. I am excited to be seeing old friends tonight and hopefully we will Hobbit it up just right and maybe end up at Half-Price Books and cap it off with the Chocolate Bar. I just don't want to see a bunch of obnoxious college kids from Rice who are all pale with their black framed glasses discussing Sartre and the evils of plastic. They are truly the white peeps in "What White People Like". Not that I have anything against people who attend Rice, they just seem to be an odd assortment of pampered youth.
I will let you know what unwinds in the next few weeks.
Moving on, there is nothing on TV. I just watched The Blind Side which is an OK movie that shows what wonderful things can be done if you just add rich white people to the equation. I am excited to be seeing old friends tonight and hopefully we will Hobbit it up just right and maybe end up at Half-Price Books and cap it off with the Chocolate Bar. I just don't want to see a bunch of obnoxious college kids from Rice who are all pale with their black framed glasses discussing Sartre and the evils of plastic. They are truly the white peeps in "What White People Like". Not that I have anything against people who attend Rice, they just seem to be an odd assortment of pampered youth.
I will let you know what unwinds in the next few weeks.
No longer in China, but still more to write about
It is 5:30 am and I am still awake. I blame this on my relentless persuit of how to ace my phone interview with TFA. I don't think I will make it past this stage, then again I didn't think I would get a phone interview. I am not fresh out of college, I didn't attend an ivy league university, and this was a last minute application. In fact, I read several articles about how we had to have "a killer letter of intent". Yeah, I wrote mine in 20 minutes and did not proof read it and I actually made it past the first stage. Perhaps, I neglected to inform them that I am immune to brainwashing and tend to have a few (read: a lot) of problems with authority. This doesn't mean the traditional person who can't hold down a job or is disrespectful to elders, but I don't like being micromanaged or lead by someone who is as capable of leadership as Castro is to dying (he will NEVER die).
I also keep reading all of these horrible things about TFA and how I have as much chance of getting in as of getting accepted into MIT. This is a little diheartening, however I lack a certain element of nervousness or frankly caring in this situation. You see, I have been rejected and given the "I wish you luck in your future endeavors" speech through the heartless medium of email so many times, that if TFA hit me in the face with a shovel I would shrug it off. I want someone to hire me badly. I don't know how much more I can take of watching daytime tv and wishing that Jerseylicious would have a marathon. I believe that my IQ has dropped to about 75 and that anymore time watching this type of quality programming might lead to my demise. I believe that my father said that he could see my eyes getting cloudy and me getting dumber, but I digress.
I have applied to so many jobs and I have thought about lying about my education, experiences, and dying my hair blonde and developing a heavy Southern accent. I feel that if I radiate a certain girl-next-door charm instead of having the charisma of Daria, that I could get a job at a restaurant or at a makeup counter. Hell, I am so desperate that I think Denny's sounds like a great alternative. I am not knocking people in the food service industry, I've been there myself, but at this point I feel as though I have been lied to by the educational elite of this country. They say, college will open doors for you...yep, it opened the door to the county. Ugh. Next stop, teaching license and master's degree...no one will hire me. Unfortunatly, I chose a subject that high school coaches all over the United States love...social studies. Who knew? Actually, I did know but persued it anyway (I love a challenge). I didn't know that it would be this hard to get a job once I got home. I am depressed, but I will get over it and just need to do something. Wish me luck on my phone interview and maybe I'll have some good news to share.
I also keep reading all of these horrible things about TFA and how I have as much chance of getting in as of getting accepted into MIT. This is a little diheartening, however I lack a certain element of nervousness or frankly caring in this situation. You see, I have been rejected and given the "I wish you luck in your future endeavors" speech through the heartless medium of email so many times, that if TFA hit me in the face with a shovel I would shrug it off. I want someone to hire me badly. I don't know how much more I can take of watching daytime tv and wishing that Jerseylicious would have a marathon. I believe that my IQ has dropped to about 75 and that anymore time watching this type of quality programming might lead to my demise. I believe that my father said that he could see my eyes getting cloudy and me getting dumber, but I digress.
I have applied to so many jobs and I have thought about lying about my education, experiences, and dying my hair blonde and developing a heavy Southern accent. I feel that if I radiate a certain girl-next-door charm instead of having the charisma of Daria, that I could get a job at a restaurant or at a makeup counter. Hell, I am so desperate that I think Denny's sounds like a great alternative. I am not knocking people in the food service industry, I've been there myself, but at this point I feel as though I have been lied to by the educational elite of this country. They say, college will open doors for you...yep, it opened the door to the county. Ugh. Next stop, teaching license and master's degree...no one will hire me. Unfortunatly, I chose a subject that high school coaches all over the United States love...social studies. Who knew? Actually, I did know but persued it anyway (I love a challenge). I didn't know that it would be this hard to get a job once I got home. I am depressed, but I will get over it and just need to do something. Wish me luck on my phone interview and maybe I'll have some good news to share.
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