I am thisclose to landing a job. A lucrative job in the real estate field. It's thru a temp agency which has its pros and cons. One HUGE pro is that the job has unlimited and mandatory overtime which means beaucoup bucks; plus working thru the temp agency means my bank account will be fattened weekly.
It's a 3 step process to get hired. I did step 1 today, step 2 is tomorrow and then Thursday is the first actual interaction with the client: a 6 hour 'working interview'. This is done to weed out those who aren't going to make it, to make sure everyone is a match, etc. From what I know about the job it will be completely different than what I've done before but some similar elements exists. Phone work, internet, customer service, etc.
A BIG con against the job is that I will practically be living/breathing it. Expect to work 60-70 hours a week right off the bat. I"ll miss my girl and sedentary life but the paychecks are what's driving me. I've allowed myself to fantasize about paying off bills and credit and that is a sweet, sweet fantasy. Ah, the freedom of being debt-free. I can almost taste it. It tastes wonderful!
first born blues
It sucks being the oldest. As the oldest I'm the first one my mom calls to bitch/vent about my brother and sisters. As the oldest I'm the first one my brother/sisters call to bitch/vent about my mom. I may be first but I'm forever in the middle.
Right now my brother and mother are engaged in a pretty bad power struggle? My brother lost his job and was evicted as a result; now his family (himself, gf and dog) are staying in my mom's spare bedroom. Their relationship has always been volatile with enough blame to be given to both but things have boiled over now.
My brother feels my mom doesn't respect him or his girlfriend. His oft-repeated thought is that my mother would rather choose her husband over her own kids. To an extent, I believe him because I felt the same way when she 'married' her 2nd husband.
My heart hurts for my family. I can't do much but lend an ear and a few words of so-called wisdom. I have no money. I have no spare room. Heck, I don't even have the energy to expend on this drama.
I wish I could take a magic wand and make the situation better. I wish I could move my brother and his gf to a place of their own. I wish I could make my mom see that what she calls tough love and nagging is actually not doing anything but retarding my brother's ambition and making him resent her.
Bottom line, I know I can't do much of anything. He needs to grow up and get motivated to get his shit together. Actually both he and his gf do. Sleeping in after staying up all night like vampires is not conducive to a productive life.
I wish I could make my mom see that he's hurting. He's been hurting since childhood but he can't keep blaming our parents for how his life turned out.
Hermanito, necesitas ponerte las pilas y hacer algo de tu vida. Me duele tanto el corazon que estes en esta situacion pero la unica persona que te pueda ayudar es tu mismo. Espero que lleges a pensar asi para que te superes.
If I keep my distance from you all it's because I need my sanity. I hope all can be resolved soon. I don't want my family to hurt any more. I love you little brother, I love you mami.
Same shit, different day
So I've been doing a pretty shitty job of keeping up with this blog. If I try to positive spin it, I've been doing a shitty job keeping up with any sort of responsibility so nothing should surprise me anymore. Let's see, it's 11:37am on a Monday. I'm feeling out of whack again, drinking a PBR and lamenting the fact that I'm a loser. I need a job. I was on the verge of getting a job; actually two jobs but I blew it on one and took myself out of the running on the other one.
The one I really wanted came down to myself and some other applicant. I left the interview feeling I had come close to nailing it; especially after the HR dude said he enjoyed our interview. I waited and waited and waited some more for the phone call that never came. It took a few days ( a weekend) to get over the rejection. It matters not what form rejection takes, it still stings.
The second job was one with a call center for a state agency. I don't want to go back to call center work but was desperate for anything. I took one look at the operation and its ghetto and call center metrics depressed the hell out of me. Not to mention I was anxious before I even finalized the interview portion. I told them thanks but no thanks because I seriously cannot handle that right now.
I know I'm not supposed to be all picky especially nowadays but I'd have been miserable and make life miserable for K. As it is right now, we're stuck in hurry up and wait mode. I should be doing a better job of networking and selling myself but I can't seem to do much of anything that doesn't involve drinking, Fifa or the internet. The amount of time I waste online or playing with my new phone is ridiculous. Who knows what it is I'm waiting for. I don't know if I'll ever find it. I'm satisfied right now to be in the most comfortable and familiar surroundings of melancholia and dejection.
The one I really wanted came down to myself and some other applicant. I left the interview feeling I had come close to nailing it; especially after the HR dude said he enjoyed our interview. I waited and waited and waited some more for the phone call that never came. It took a few days ( a weekend) to get over the rejection. It matters not what form rejection takes, it still stings.
The second job was one with a call center for a state agency. I don't want to go back to call center work but was desperate for anything. I took one look at the operation and its ghetto and call center metrics depressed the hell out of me. Not to mention I was anxious before I even finalized the interview portion. I told them thanks but no thanks because I seriously cannot handle that right now.
I know I'm not supposed to be all picky especially nowadays but I'd have been miserable and make life miserable for K. As it is right now, we're stuck in hurry up and wait mode. I should be doing a better job of networking and selling myself but I can't seem to do much of anything that doesn't involve drinking, Fifa or the internet. The amount of time I waste online or playing with my new phone is ridiculous. Who knows what it is I'm waiting for. I don't know if I'll ever find it. I'm satisfied right now to be in the most comfortable and familiar surroundings of melancholia and dejection.
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