“This position pats $8.50 an hour. Is that ok?”
No. No, it’s not. I made $8.50 an hour working at a bookstore 8 years ago. What is that take home? $250 a week? I get that in unemployment that doesn’t require me to bore myself to tears 40 hours and 6 days a week in your impossibly tiny, dirty, ricketty, undecorated, unfurnished office.
“Sure!”
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Friday, August 13, 2010
The Reality Behind the Interview #83
“What attracted you to this position?”
That fact it was available. What company is this again? You are aware I send out hundreds of resumes a day, aren’t you?
“I just really enjoy administration and organizing and being there to help others!”
That fact it was available. What company is this again? You are aware I send out hundreds of resumes a day, aren’t you?
“I just really enjoy administration and organizing and being there to help others!”
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Happy New Year?
And things were going so well.
I was laid off yesterday. Rad. I actually liked this job and the people and the company. So, of course, they had to decide it wasn't financially fesiable to keep me on. And now all those plans I had go on hold. Like buying new jeans, paying off debt, saving money, traveling... I can only hope that this doesn't go on for another seven months again.
This time I'm going to use my time differently. I don't want to go back down the depression road: sleeping all day, not sleeping at night, not being able to find the motivation to even get out of bed let alone do anything else.
I'm going to keep my gym membership and go every day. I'm going to clean my room and get rid of all the shit I've been holding on to for too long. Take books and CDs to Bookmans. Spend more time at the bookstores and visit more museums. In the past when I've been unemployed I would leave the house daily, usually to go to the bookstore. This is what kept me feeling normal and gave me a reason to get up and get dressed every day. I've got to keep myself to some kind of productive routine.
Also during this time I hope to find some kind of job I can do from home or that is art or theatre related. I know there are people out there who have these kinds of jobs I just need to find out what they are and how to get one for myself. I wish there was a huge need for scarves all of a sudden.
I was laid off yesterday. Rad. I actually liked this job and the people and the company. So, of course, they had to decide it wasn't financially fesiable to keep me on. And now all those plans I had go on hold. Like buying new jeans, paying off debt, saving money, traveling... I can only hope that this doesn't go on for another seven months again.
This time I'm going to use my time differently. I don't want to go back down the depression road: sleeping all day, not sleeping at night, not being able to find the motivation to even get out of bed let alone do anything else.
I'm going to keep my gym membership and go every day. I'm going to clean my room and get rid of all the shit I've been holding on to for too long. Take books and CDs to Bookmans. Spend more time at the bookstores and visit more museums. In the past when I've been unemployed I would leave the house daily, usually to go to the bookstore. This is what kept me feeling normal and gave me a reason to get up and get dressed every day. I've got to keep myself to some kind of productive routine.
Also during this time I hope to find some kind of job I can do from home or that is art or theatre related. I know there are people out there who have these kinds of jobs I just need to find out what they are and how to get one for myself. I wish there was a huge need for scarves all of a sudden.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Thanks for the ride, Lady!
I'm gonna sound like an asshole but I'm gonna say it anyway.
Get a car.
There is simply no excuse for an able bodied person in their late 20s-early 30s to not have a friggen car. None.
And I'm not talking about people that live in NY or San Fran or some place with other viable means of transportation. I mean out here on the west coast where everything is spread out.
How the hell do you get by without having a car? Oh, that's right. You call ME for a ride. I feel like I'm 18 again and got my first car. I had friends asking me if I wanted to go to Ventura and I thought hey, yeah! Cool! They want to hang out with me! And then they said, "Cool! I'll even give you gas money." And my face sank. They didn't want to hang out with me, they wanted a ride into town. At least they offered gas money. I have friends who never offer anything for carting them to and from a venue and act put out when you say, "Hey! Buy me a drink!" It's a sad day when you realize you aren't this persons friend, you're just their ride. They never call to chat or ask you to go to lunch or anything of a friend-like nature. It's only for a ride to a party or a show. Does it make sense to ask someone who lives less than a mile from a venue to drive 20 miles to your house to pick you up to go to said venue? I'm going to go with no. What kind of balls does it take for someone to do that? The guise of friendship.
Even giving a ride to help someone out in a tight spot can turn into me suddenly becoming the designated ride giver. Get your car fixed! Fix your priorities! Especially if you live out in BFE. How did me, the unemployed, broke girl become the chauffer? I don't have the money or the gas to drive out to BFE and pick you up. I just don't. One ride turns into a request for three more. Do I have sucker written across my head? Is there honestly no other person you could ask? Because I said yes once, not knowing where I had to drive to, I am now the go-to girl? No. I wouldn't do that to my friends. I wouldn't ask any of my friends more than once. I was being polite and helping you out, don't take advantage of me.
Either get a job close to home or get a fucking car. Seriously. Do you like depending on other people or, heaven forbid, public transportation to get around? I couldn't live without my own car, or being in a city where I didn't need one like DC. I don't like depending on other people and time schedules. I want to go when I want to go. This is the reason that I don't like carpooling unless it's really neccessary. You either get stuck somewhere or have to leave too early. Screw all of that.
I do have some friends who survived heartily without their cars. They took the bus and they sucked it up but they did it while they were saving the money to fix and/or get a car. This was even accomplished in LA by an actor friend of mine. No joke! It's the people who, for no justifiable reason, don't have cars that piss me off. If your car is constantly breaking down, save the money and fucking fix it already. If you're an adult and you'd rather just mooch off your "friends" for rides instead of getting your own car, prepare to lose all of said friends. I am not your transportation service. Suck up some goddamn responsibility and get yourself a fucking car. Be responsible, be independant, be an adult.
It boggles my mind. What the hell is wrong with people?
Get a car.
There is simply no excuse for an able bodied person in their late 20s-early 30s to not have a friggen car. None.
And I'm not talking about people that live in NY or San Fran or some place with other viable means of transportation. I mean out here on the west coast where everything is spread out.
How the hell do you get by without having a car? Oh, that's right. You call ME for a ride. I feel like I'm 18 again and got my first car. I had friends asking me if I wanted to go to Ventura and I thought hey, yeah! Cool! They want to hang out with me! And then they said, "Cool! I'll even give you gas money." And my face sank. They didn't want to hang out with me, they wanted a ride into town. At least they offered gas money. I have friends who never offer anything for carting them to and from a venue and act put out when you say, "Hey! Buy me a drink!" It's a sad day when you realize you aren't this persons friend, you're just their ride. They never call to chat or ask you to go to lunch or anything of a friend-like nature. It's only for a ride to a party or a show. Does it make sense to ask someone who lives less than a mile from a venue to drive 20 miles to your house to pick you up to go to said venue? I'm going to go with no. What kind of balls does it take for someone to do that? The guise of friendship.
Even giving a ride to help someone out in a tight spot can turn into me suddenly becoming the designated ride giver. Get your car fixed! Fix your priorities! Especially if you live out in BFE. How did me, the unemployed, broke girl become the chauffer? I don't have the money or the gas to drive out to BFE and pick you up. I just don't. One ride turns into a request for three more. Do I have sucker written across my head? Is there honestly no other person you could ask? Because I said yes once, not knowing where I had to drive to, I am now the go-to girl? No. I wouldn't do that to my friends. I wouldn't ask any of my friends more than once. I was being polite and helping you out, don't take advantage of me.
Either get a job close to home or get a fucking car. Seriously. Do you like depending on other people or, heaven forbid, public transportation to get around? I couldn't live without my own car, or being in a city where I didn't need one like DC. I don't like depending on other people and time schedules. I want to go when I want to go. This is the reason that I don't like carpooling unless it's really neccessary. You either get stuck somewhere or have to leave too early. Screw all of that.
I do have some friends who survived heartily without their cars. They took the bus and they sucked it up but they did it while they were saving the money to fix and/or get a car. This was even accomplished in LA by an actor friend of mine. No joke! It's the people who, for no justifiable reason, don't have cars that piss me off. If your car is constantly breaking down, save the money and fucking fix it already. If you're an adult and you'd rather just mooch off your "friends" for rides instead of getting your own car, prepare to lose all of said friends. I am not your transportation service. Suck up some goddamn responsibility and get yourself a fucking car. Be responsible, be independant, be an adult.
It boggles my mind. What the hell is wrong with people?
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Ms. Banana's Broke-Ass Fund
That's right people. I'm broke.
I was laid off a month ago and am trying to squeak by on unemployment while looking for work. I find there aren't a lot of job listings for "Philosophers". There are jobs for actors but they typically don't pay. Damn me for majoring in the two subjects I hold most dear.
The things I love to do don't pay a lot of cash-money unless you become spectacular at them. Art, acting, writing, things entertainment and creativity related. I'm working towards them but have not yet reached mad cash making levels. Nor does working at a bookstore pay a lot, though it was my favorite job.
I'm compiling my artly goods for sale on the interwebs, as well as starting a new kick-ass blog on being kick-ass poor, shortly. In the meantime I gots mad bills to pay every month: rent, car insurance, braces, credit cards, and I have to keep my personal health insurance going because of my sweet, sweet eye disease. That is a lot of cash-money there, friends.
I don't feed on caviar but I do have champagne dreams. And with your kind help I can make them a reality. If you have extra cash-money lying around and would like to help a fellow struggling human, feel free to donate to my worthy cause by clicking the handy button below. It never hurts to ask.
I was laid off a month ago and am trying to squeak by on unemployment while looking for work. I find there aren't a lot of job listings for "Philosophers". There are jobs for actors but they typically don't pay. Damn me for majoring in the two subjects I hold most dear.
The things I love to do don't pay a lot of cash-money unless you become spectacular at them. Art, acting, writing, things entertainment and creativity related. I'm working towards them but have not yet reached mad cash making levels. Nor does working at a bookstore pay a lot, though it was my favorite job.
I'm compiling my artly goods for sale on the interwebs, as well as starting a new kick-ass blog on being kick-ass poor, shortly. In the meantime I gots mad bills to pay every month: rent, car insurance, braces, credit cards, and I have to keep my personal health insurance going because of my sweet, sweet eye disease. That is a lot of cash-money there, friends.
I don't feed on caviar but I do have champagne dreams. And with your kind help I can make them a reality. If you have extra cash-money lying around and would like to help a fellow struggling human, feel free to donate to my worthy cause by clicking the handy button below. It never hurts to ask.
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