18 posts tagged “resumes”

I'm very grumpy today.
I wasn't, but then I got to work 20mins late because the Little T's granddad got stuck in traffic and was late picking him up, then I got stuck in the same traffic.  Crap.
I don't want to be grumpy.  I want to be happy.  I hate my job though.  I wouldn't mind it so much if I didn't have to fight for hours or if I wasn't still pissed at my manager.
I sent out 5 or so resumes today, including a followup on a place I applied to a few days ago.  Kid/Family Restaurant on the Beaverton/Portland line.  From what I can tell, I really want to work there.  I haven't gotten to check it out but I'm fairly sure I'd love it.  I have a feeling I'm not going to find anything I want and I'll end up applying to Freddy's or something like that. 

Oh! The kid isn't gonna be home tonight (he's now with baby momma's momma every other weekend)  I think I'm gonna take a mega long ass shower!!  I can play music and not wake him up! 

Fuck, I need to go back to work. 

Dinner went well. 
Little T and I made Shepard's Pie. 
I have never seen a kid eat so much freakin' food.  Then, first thing this morning after I got here he comes out and asks me if there is any more and can he have it for lunch.  (Actually he wanted just a "little, little, tiny piece" for breakfast too.)  I think he liked it.

I sort of made my "semi-reasonable" bed time.  After the kid went to be the T and I were discussing all the things we can't discuss in front of him.  At some point we got on the topic of how the apartment is going to be set up.  He started throwing out suggestions but because I'm such a visual person I have a hard time imagining things without seeing them.  His response to this...  "I have something to help with that"  or something like that.  He jumped up went to the computer, I sat on the couch wondering what the hell he was doing for a few minutes then more or less passed out until I woke up to him playing with my feet. 
What was he doing?
Making a layout of my apartment via the Sims.
Hilarious!
After I got over my amusement at the situation I realize it was actually a pretty good idea.  We didn't really decide anything except that the cable comes in the living room in a really awful spot.
I left here a little bit after midnight, got home, showered and was in bed by 1a.  Later than I wanted but not that bad, add that to the fact that I didn't have to be here until 8a... I feel much better.  Still tired, but feeling much better!

I miss bed sex. 
Never thought I'd say that.
Though I totally enjoy the shower sex and living-room blow-jobs, I miss the non-rushed sex that comes behind closed, locked, bedroom doors.
That's gonna be some good sexin' when it happens.

Today I need to...
- Come up with something to do with a handful of strawberries.
- Send out a few resumes.
- Call my landlord, discuss plans.
- Make sure Little T is at home at 3.30p
- Decide if I'm gonna go get a drink with Miss. Kelly and what to wear when I decide that I have to go.
- Burn cd for Nate.

I need to be in bed at a semi-reasonable hour tonight.  I've been too grumpy all day.  Starting this morning with a comment by the T that I took WAY too personally.  It's just continued to grow from there. 

Last night after posting about my irritability I was in bed and I got a text from the Terrorist offering his ear and cigarettes for venting purposes.  So I ran up here for a smoke and a chat. 

The cause of my irritability was this:  the boy I haven't given a nickname to yet has more or less moved in.  That in itself doesn't really bother me.  I've made it no secret that I'm not his number one fan but I can be civil.  He needs a place to stay while he and Les look for a new place so fine... he can crash with us.  (Plus he's paying rent.)  What i didn't think of is that fact that he has a dog.  So, last night, when I got home and poked my head in Lesley's room to say hi, the furry four legged friend was chillin on the floor. 
Not cool.
Personally I am a pet lover.  I think they're fabulous.  Dogs, Cats, Reptiles, Fish... whatever.  The problem though, is that it has been specifically stated in our rental contract and other times that there are NO PETS! allowed.  So, the pooch has got to go.  Unless Lesley gets the okay from our landlord I'm going to have to be a cunt about this.  I refuse to loose that apartment because of her boyfriends dog. 

The other cause's of my irritability are from non-direct sources.  Things such as my nephew who is the only 15 year old douche bag I know.  The Baby Momma and the Baby Momma's Momma are causing grief for the T which isn't cool.  The fact that noone has called me to offer me a surpremely awesome job (nevermind the fact that I haven't sent resumes out anywhere) is a fairly big irratation.  Little T... No... Little T has been awesome today.  AND thanks to my sister we've come up with a wonderful idea for dinner.  My sister is kind of irratating me but I think she's finnally pulled her head out of her ass. 

Okay that's enough.  I need to do stuff.  Maybe go pick some strawberries.  The T's neighbors have a yard full of strawberries and they've given us free reign but I keep forgetting about it.  Today would be a good day for that.

Plus, Strawberries are happy.

I don't know why but the girls being away has inspired me to get shit done.  I've made a few random todo lists here and there but this one is going to be the mutha-load.  All the stuff I've been putting off.  All the stuff that's minor and probably shouldn't be on a ToDo list... everything. 
I tried getting LIttle T to help me but I've learned that having a 9 year old as a personal assistant isn't a great idea... they're forgetful as hell!! 

• Get pics from Walgreen's   (Done!)
  
• Decorate wall with them
• Laundry  (Done! ... Plus I did all of the T's and Little T's ... Yes I'm Amazing!)
  
• Clean (done) , clean, clean.
• Attempt to organize photos. 
  
• Call/Email landlord about tub/rent.  (Done!)
• Mail cards.  (Done!)
  
• Convince mom to help me with computer endeavors.
• Talk to Katie  (Done!... She is freakishly in love!)
  
• Check Mail.  (Done!)
  
• Find another book to read. (Done for now)
  
• Get music to make Cd's
• Organize adult stuff.  (Bill type things)
•  Find job  (I'm realizing how much I hate job hunting.  Especially in this market.  New Goal - 3 resumes a day)
  
• Get gas  (Done.. $12 to fill my tank! ..granted I was only 1/4 down but still!)
  
• Register to vote.  (Done!)
  
•  Pay utilities   (Will be done before the end of the night... well tomorrow at the lastest)
  
•  Go to bank.  (Done!)
  
•  Pick up Check/Get boxes for Alex/Get Alex's phone number  (Done)
  
• Google "Making Pizza" to find a good/kid friendly pizza making ideas (that aren't english muffin pizzas.)
  
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I left a few empty spots for when I remember all that other shit I want to do.
Now I must go pass out like a fuck and get up early and get coffee and go watch LIttle T and some how figure out how to make cleaning my apartment fun for him. 

My plan was to smoke some reefer and blow off everything that I should do and do stuff I want to do. 
I fell asleep.  Opps.
And when I woke up my headache was worse than before.
I tried smoking more, I tried masturbation and currently I'm trying coffee.  Maybe it's a caffeine thing.
So far... nothing is working.

I'm torn I want to get out of the house and do things (by things I mean one of two things, 1. going to the caldera 2. going to the terrorists) but I don't have the energy to move.  The idea of showering and getting purdy to go up to the Caldera sounds kind of nauseating.  Same with the Terrorists place.  Though I don't need to get "purdy" to visit, human interaction just doesn't sound appealing, plus I think I need to force myself to have some solo time.  Since watching Little T the amount of time I have to myself has rapidly dwindled and I fear if I don't force some on myself on occasion I might get a little grumpy after awhile.  One thing I've learned that's actually kind of cool about getting older is the self awareness you develop and it's also kind of cool to be able to call my mom and have an actual conversation with her and be able to listen to the (awesome) advice that she gives without being all weird and defensive-ish and teenagery about it.

Okay. 
My brain is still scrambled.  (I was hoping the caffeine would kick in and make me feel more motivated and less pukish.)  That's not the case so I'm gonna create a "todo" list then I'm gonna go take a shower and then I'm going to go to bed.

Todo List 1.  (Stuff I need to do before going to bed)

•  Get both phones ready to be mailed out.
• Put all stuff I'm taking with me tomorrow in a pile some place easily seen.
• Attempt to pick up room a bit.  If nausea is too intense forget it
• Take long shower, shave, exfoliate.
• Look up computers w/ Jolene's discount.
• Anything else I may think of that I've been putting off.

• Be out of the house by 7.55a
• Mail phones.
• Check Po Box.
• Get gas.
• Mail a resume or two. 
  
• Possibly write out a cover letter for the Caldera.
• Finish picking out photo's for wall
• Possibly bring chosen photo files to WalGreens for printing.

Disclaimer: With in this post you will find sordid dirty details of my sex life... and other stuff.  If you don't want to hear about it... stop reading.  NOW!  I MEAN IT!  STOP READING THIS FREAKING POST... You know you don't wanna!!!  Oh well.. you can't blame me.  I warned you!

Disclaimer PS.  I've smoked some of the pot and well... it's fucking with my sense of humor.  Sorry.

First and foremost, it needs to be said that I really really want a coke.  Like, insanely bad.  I'm eating left over Pizza Schmizza and I loaded it with salt and a coke would be just simply fucking perfect.  Oh well, I'll have to live without perfection. 

Secondly, I stayed at the Terrorists house last night; because he has to work at 9am I knew I'd be up early so I decided I was going to take that early morning alertness opportunity to drop off some resumes.  I dropped him off at the airport then headed home.  Showered, got ready, chatted with the 8000 people who currently live here and in doing so lost ALL my motivation.  However, I pressed on.  I was going to get out of the house and pass out some resumes if it killed me.  And I did.  One.  Then I got to Killingsworth and 60th and decided I was tired of it.

Jesus, I suck.

Had some sex last night.  Really really really amazing sex.  I don't want to expound to much on the details because I know The Terrorist reads this and I don't need his ego to swell to much.  Having said that, he and I have always had generally good sex.  Granted, some days are better than others and there've been a few morning escapades that have been slightly sub par but  more or less we have pretty good sex. 

Last night.

Jesus, last night.

I don't know if the planets were aligned right or the cosmos were tilting just so but holy mother of fucking christ that was some good sexing.  I don't think he enjoyed it quite as much as I did, which sucks cause I thought it was amazing.  I'm not sure what made it so good...  Well yes, I am, but I'll censor the details (aside from a bit of an unexpected start and some new stuff added in the mix.) 

Having a desperate need to smoke afterward I went to the living room, I was sitting on the couch smoking and my legs were shaking, so were my hands, I could barely hold my phone because I was shaking so much.  It was gnarly. 

I hope the planets align right or the cosmos tilt just so again (sometime soon)!! 

Now I gotta go shower and dance around naked.  (It's my day off!) 

I need to go to bed but first... 

TO DO!!!

• Print Dad's Letter.
• Mail mom's card, dad's letter and possibly a card or something else to tell Tyler I'm thinking of him.
• Clean (kitchen, pick up room, clean bathroom, etc.)
• Send out a few resumes.
• Get coochie waxed.  (yay for super fast appointment setting!)

There's more but my brain is shutting down on me... so fuck it.

Wow... tonight will be the second night I've slept in my own bed in like 3 weeks or so.  Crazy.

Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay!

I'm very excited and not just because I hate my job.  I'm going to be motivated today.  I'm going to get shit done!  
I slept like a rock last night.   It was fabulous.  (Aside from that fact that my spine feels like stone.)  I crawled into the magical bed last night around 2am.  Put my mp3 player on and laid it on my chest (between my boobs) then I woke up 7 hours later to Lesley's alarm clock and it was in the same exact spot.  That never happens.  1. I NEVER sleep on my back.  2.  I always move in my sleep.  Either way... it was a great nap.

Today.
Today I'm going to do some things...
Things like...

1.  Go to Wal*Greens
     Get contact souliton, soap and shampoo.
2.  Take out contacts and shower.
3.  Clean my room.
     Find a place for pretty new rug, possibly move computer back, hang up wall things, make it more cozy and livable.
4.  Tidy up kitchen/living room.
5.  Send a few resumes out.  
     Objection:  Find job where co-workers have all actually completed puberty.
6.  Possibly scrape bowl or obtain reefer some other way.
7.  Go downtown.  Get mail.
8.  Watch Juno if time.

Just got a text from Chris.  I woke up this morning and he wasn't here.  Which was weird cause he was here last night when I got home, he was in the shower when I went to bed.  Then this morning he was missing.  Found a note on the computer that said he was at Ogre's.  Ogre is a chick he met via craigslist not too long ago*.  I worry about this arrangement because of a few reasons but it's none of my business and if it's keeping him happy and occupided and not thinking of the ex girlfriend  then I guess I should shut the fuck up and mind my own fucking business.

I hate that fact that I tend to mother my friends.

That's it for now I think.

*She's dubbed Ogre because she has a think for the Ogre body type and not because she looks like an Ogre.   

My dad has called me. Twice this week. I need to call him back.
It's at that point though that I've gone so long without contacting him I'm just avoiding it because I feel bad. But the longer I go the worse it's going to get. I need to call him.
I think I'm going to email Terry and tell her a little white lie about my phone plan.

Got up at 11.30a today.
Started emailing resumes out.
I think I sent 3 or 4.  
That's good I think.  Considering I'm employed and will be working a full shift today.

Time to go get ready for work.  Ugh.  I need to find another job.  
Either that or I need to start smoking a lot of pot before work.   

Dear Megan,

A few reminders.

Most importantly, tomorrow 230p interview.  Jantzen Beach (however the fuck that is spelled) convince them that you're the girl for the job.  That you do LOVE fine dining (ignore all impulses to cringe when they speak of "Steps of Service") and you're a GREAT person in the morning.  In fact it should be your middle name that's how much you love them.  Sometime between now and then think of a few strengths and weaknesses, cause they will ask.

Send resumes to all links in "jobs to apply to" folder (before you go to bed).  Add more links for the morning and repeat.

Call guy back about the Bartending/Serving gig in Alaska. 

If time, got to MockCrest and fill out another application.  If time, drop off resumes to random restaurants (no fine dining places or am shift places)

Do NOT, I repeat, DO NOT smoke ANY pot until after the interview.  None!  I don't care how early it is Megan, you will lose your motivation and go back to bed so don't fucking do it!!!

Oh yeah, don't use opera to post on vox anymore or it comes out looking fucking retarded and unreadable (ie. "I fail...")

I think that's it.

Love,
Yourself

Ps.  Your hair looks great.

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The resume thing can wait until tomorrow!  But you HAVE TO HAVE TO HAVE TO do it tomorrow!  Intensively. 

As soon as you're done jamming out to the motorboat song go to bed!!  Then get up and do resumes!