And So It Continues…
March 25th, 2010
Got a voicemail from that same damn job I’ve been waiting to hear from for a month now. The woman was really nice and said she felt badly that it was taking so long to create the job “for you.” Yes, she said “for you.” Now, if they could promise me said job, I would hold out for it, because I’d really prefer to stick to the philanthropic field since that’s where my experience is in. She said though she forwarded my resume to a marketing firm and the guy called me about an entry-level position.
Not to toot my own horn, but I will anyway…I’m not freaking entry-level.
I set up an interview for tomorrow at ten anyway, because he mentioned something about “growth.” If I like his idea of growth, I’ll be all for it, but if I’m going to be stuck processing data for a year, no thank you. Did they even read my resume? I’m sorry, but I look damn good on paper. I have had multiple conversations with the Florida Attorney General (When he called me and said “Hi Amanda, this is Bill McCollum.” I kind of went deaf and dumb for a moment, but hey, you would too. But I digress…) and you expect me to be all right with sitting at a computer inputting information? Seriously?
I know I sound super picky, but I’m lucky enough to have practically no bills right now (the plus of living with my very generous father) so I do have that luxury. I worked my butt off for three years to get where I was at my old job and this blog may be called Girl Starting Over, but I didn’t mean that much over.
Something needs to come along, because I’m damn bored here. C’mon Life, throw me a bone!
Sunshine State Snow
January 9th, 2010
It snowed this morning. What did I do? I went back to sleep. I saw snow for 18 years and hated it, why would it be anymore of a novelty now? And when I say it snowed… it snowed.
I’m going to quickly explain my adversity to the horrid white stuff that falls from the sky. It’s cold, first off, and wet. When it starts to melt it turns to ice. When I was younger there was nothing appealing about building snowmen or…even worse…snow angels. Why on God’s good earth would you lay. in. snow?? That question should be up at the top of the list along with Why are we here? Now if I could just find a church celebrating it’s centennial anniversary with two rogue angels attempting to get back into Heaven then maybe God would show up and I could ask Him (or Her). It’s the only method of communication I can think of other than moving into the afterlife. And I’m enjoying this life just fine right now. (And if you don’t understand the above reference you need to immediately go out and rent the entire Jersey Trilogy. Actually, brush up on all of your cinematic trivia because I reference movies often.)
Zoey and I are going to hunker (yes I just said hunker) down for the rest of the day, mainly because she keeps trying to sit in my lap with my Macbook. They both vie for my attention constantly. Doubtful that I’ll partake in any social activities tonight, unless someone can find me a parka.
Stay warm.
