Indignities of the week:
1) A job interview that consisted of a personality questionaire (hobbies, favorite restaurant, etc.) and no actual interview. Unless my theory is right, and the video cameras in the place were recording us four applicants chatting while we waited, and that was the interview.
2) On the way out of said interview, a roofer dropped a piece of roofing on me. It was lightweight, but still.
3) I've got bronchitis. I can tell. Crap.
4) Two shifts washing dishes at an old folks' home. Welcome back to the temp agency, here's a really prime gig... (As Beck once sang, "Give me what I got to get so I can go, 'cause I ain't washing dishes in a ditch no more." This works even better if you think of the San Fernando Valley as a ditch. Which I do.)
5) The Republican National Convention.
6) Where I'm going to have to go to get my bronchitis looked at. Ew, clinics. I suppose getting my bronchitis looked at by the UCLA student health center wouldn't be much better, which is part of why I can't justify springing the hundreds per month for "good" insurance through Rick.
7) Let's just give the U.S. healthcare system its own dedicated talking point here.
8) The RNC. Again.
Feh.
In better news, I've been offered a part-time job, which would nicely replace the literacy gig with the company that just fired everyone in LA. Due to my history, however, I'm not getting excited until I'm sitting in the office on Tuesday signing paperwork.
1) A job interview that consisted of a personality questionaire (hobbies, favorite restaurant, etc.) and no actual interview. Unless my theory is right, and the video cameras in the place were recording us four applicants chatting while we waited, and that was the interview.
2) On the way out of said interview, a roofer dropped a piece of roofing on me. It was lightweight, but still.
3) I've got bronchitis. I can tell. Crap.
4) Two shifts washing dishes at an old folks' home. Welcome back to the temp agency, here's a really prime gig... (As Beck once sang, "Give me what I got to get so I can go, 'cause I ain't washing dishes in a ditch no more." This works even better if you think of the San Fernando Valley as a ditch. Which I do.)
5) The Republican National Convention.
6) Where I'm going to have to go to get my bronchitis looked at. Ew, clinics. I suppose getting my bronchitis looked at by the UCLA student health center wouldn't be much better, which is part of why I can't justify springing the hundreds per month for "good" insurance through Rick.
7) Let's just give the U.S. healthcare system its own dedicated talking point here.
8) The RNC. Again.
Feh.
In better news, I've been offered a part-time job, which would nicely replace the literacy gig with the company that just fired everyone in LA. Due to my history, however, I'm not getting excited until I'm sitting in the office on Tuesday signing paperwork.
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