This is one of the moments that I am reminded that people are not privy to my thoughts. And that I should learn to put my mind in gear before running my mouth.
So... I was at dinner with my family: Mom, Dad, Thing 1, and Thing 2. I had just started reading Game of Thrones. The table was quiet, which is strange for us. I sat, deep in thought about what had just happened in the story (I give no spoilers). The more I concentrated on the theory that I was forming, the more I felt this uncontrollable need to fill the silence of our dinner table. So I turned to my brother, who was next in line for the book, and said:
"I'm sad to say, I foresee incest in the future."
If I had given some more thought to that statement, I wouldn't have said it. But I did. My dad stopped eating and said, "Excuse me?" which my mother parroted and Thing 2 (the other brother) started laughing.
It's been three weeks and they still haven't let me live it down.
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Looking for a Job is Depressing
Now that I have finished my career as an English major and have begun my career trying to find a job as a professional bum, I am in the process of moving down to Tampa. Looking for a job is a test of will, different for each job seeker. For me, it's how long I can stand looking at jobs that I'm unqualified for before I start hating myself.
My younger brother, who is here with me, is supposedly starting his "job" tomorrow. He's a sophomore in college who is gunning for an actual degree: Electrical and Mechanical Engineering. Just barely, he snagged a job at a firm, but it's like a part part part part part time job, so he's only supposed to be working two days a week. (It's better than nothing, alright?) Anyway, I call it his "job" because he is being completely trolled by these people. He was actually supposed to start yesterday. Now he's supposed to start tomorrow. He didn't even know exactly when he was going to start until last Thursday and they said Wednesday but didn't specify a time. On Tuesday, they told him to come in at 10am. They called him at about 830am on Wednesday and said come in Thursday because Debbie flooded a chunk of the West Florida Coast, which included the somewhat local area.
I believe that they will call him tomorrow morning and stall him again. But that's just me.
In the last three days, when I get terribly depressed about looking for a job, my brother and I get in the car and go off on a magical adventure. Unfortunately, Tampa is not London (from which I have recently returned), so our adventures are not so magical. Actually, they're kind of boring. Yesterday, we went to the mall. Neither of us like clothes, shoes, or shiny things, so that cut out most of the stores. We wandered aimlessly, talking about I don't know what. We then decided to go walk outside, so of course it started raining. We gave up.
If we were in London, we would've gone to somewhere awesome, like... I don't know... Ben's Cookies or Parliament or Covent Garden. The Wobbly Bridge. Something. I miss Ben's Cookies.
Today, we decided we were going to try the walk thing again, so we walked up and down Bay Shore Boulevard, which frankly stank more than it distracted me from the whole not employed issue. I mean, like fish. We did see a brief glimpse of dolphins. The heat chased us indoors, so I decided to start this blog. Why the hell not.
Here I go adjusting to not-college, not-foreign life. Whoopeee.
The jobs I have applied to so far:
Proofreader, Clerical Desk Job, Internship, Photography Assistant, Marketing Assistant.
My younger brother, who is here with me, is supposedly starting his "job" tomorrow. He's a sophomore in college who is gunning for an actual degree: Electrical and Mechanical Engineering. Just barely, he snagged a job at a firm, but it's like a part part part part part time job, so he's only supposed to be working two days a week. (It's better than nothing, alright?) Anyway, I call it his "job" because he is being completely trolled by these people. He was actually supposed to start yesterday. Now he's supposed to start tomorrow. He didn't even know exactly when he was going to start until last Thursday and they said Wednesday but didn't specify a time. On Tuesday, they told him to come in at 10am. They called him at about 830am on Wednesday and said come in Thursday because Debbie flooded a chunk of the West Florida Coast, which included the somewhat local area.
I believe that they will call him tomorrow morning and stall him again. But that's just me.
In the last three days, when I get terribly depressed about looking for a job, my brother and I get in the car and go off on a magical adventure. Unfortunately, Tampa is not London (from which I have recently returned), so our adventures are not so magical. Actually, they're kind of boring. Yesterday, we went to the mall. Neither of us like clothes, shoes, or shiny things, so that cut out most of the stores. We wandered aimlessly, talking about I don't know what. We then decided to go walk outside, so of course it started raining. We gave up.
If we were in London, we would've gone to somewhere awesome, like... I don't know... Ben's Cookies or Parliament or Covent Garden. The Wobbly Bridge. Something. I miss Ben's Cookies.
Today, we decided we were going to try the walk thing again, so we walked up and down Bay Shore Boulevard, which frankly stank more than it distracted me from the whole not employed issue. I mean, like fish. We did see a brief glimpse of dolphins. The heat chased us indoors, so I decided to start this blog. Why the hell not.
Here I go adjusting to not-college, not-foreign life. Whoopeee.
The jobs I have applied to so far:
Proofreader, Clerical Desk Job, Internship, Photography Assistant, Marketing Assistant.
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