About This Blog
A blog about my life, universe, etc. At any given time you might find something endlessly interesting or just me ruminating on something else, which no one (not even myself) finds interesting. That's the way blogs go, I suppose. Anyway, I was eleventh in line, and you weren't. Hah!
Scripture of the Moment 2 Nephi 2:27 Wherefore, men are free according to the flesh; and all things are given them which are expedient unto man. And they are free to choose liberty and eternal life, through the great Mediator of all men, or to choose captivity and death, according to the captivity and power of the devil; for he seeketh that all men might be miserable like unto himself.
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-- If I mention something that's been published and is still available on the Internet, I will link to it. Well, if I know it's there, anyway.
-- Once I've posted something, I will not make substantive changes to the body of the post. Any changes will be noted with an "EDIT" tag at the bottom of the post in question, or will be noted in a subsequent post. Typos, stylistic errors, and link updates will occur, without time limit (though if it's been a while, I'll let you know). If I really really regret a post, it's likely I'll post about cats or something for a while in pennance. You've been warned.
-- If I find something through the efforts of another blogger (in fact, of anyone I can link to), I'll credit them with a link (the style of such a link is pretty much up to my mood, so don't expect consistency in that area).
-- My comment policy is listed below.
I like comments, and I'll keep them activated. HOWEVER, if you want to start a flamewar, go somewhere else. If you want to get me to start arguing with you about Ohio State vs. Michigan, whether Mormons are Christian, how stupid being spoiler free is, or pretty much anything else inflamatory (inflamatory is in the eye of me in this case -- if you don't trust my judgement, too bad), go somewhere else. All links to pornography, all instances of vulgar language, and anything else I don't think is appropriate for my sisters, brother, neice, and nephew to see (ages 1-18), or quite frankly appropriate for ME to see, will be edited as I see fit (probably with links to something else, or alternate words, or what have you). All spam comments, including blatant off-topic self-promotion, will be deleted. If you've been banned, feel free to email me; if you're uncivil, please know that I'm interested in finding out exactly how many people I can add to my killfile without bringing my processer speed to zero, and don't mind using your address in my experiments. I reserve the right to delete and/or ban anyone I want. If you need to say it that badly, go get your own blog. They're free, you know.
A Note About Chatting and Emails
I'm not what you would call an extremely social or extraverted person. As a matter of fact, I tend to test 100% introvert on Myer-Briggs and other personality profile tests. Therefore, please be aware that most of the time, if I don't already know you (either in person or through weeks/months/years of email contact) the chances are I won't be very talkative if you IM me. I like having a long time to consider what I say, and that goes double for what I say to total strangers. Please don't think me scary, rude, hateful, or even just someone in a perpetual bad mood, if chat efforts are unsuccessful. Quite frankly, it's probably better for you to go find someone else to chat with, unless you have something significant to say. And if it's that important, you should probably email me. Which reminds me to let you know now that if you do choose to email me, it might be days, weeks, months, years, or never before I email you back. It takes a lot of energy for me to come up with replies to random inquiries from strangers, and most of the time there's something I'd rather be doing instead. Your understanding is appreciated. I'm not saying don't try, I'm just saying -- have minimal expectations, okay? Thanks. Oh, and if you DO know me, don't treat this statement as an excellent excuse not to talk to me. You know who you are.
I really need a job.
Okay, this is just me whining here. Move along if you just don't want to hear it. Because I really need a job.
I need a job in the sense of "I had this babysitting gig last month and they paid me $75 and through intrigue and miserly behavior I managed to stretch it out till today when I had to buy conditioner and now I've got quarters." I need a job in the sense of I designed, like, thirty things on CafePress in a week and a half, and practically jumped out of my seat and sang when my commission total rose above $25 (I should get a check in February.) I need a job in the sense of I am now so depressed that looking at my long list of company HR sites to visit makes me want to convert to Catholicism and become the kind of nun who lives in a cloister and makes bead crafts.
I've sent resumes and brilliant, agonizingly enthusiastic, I spent half an hour re-reading this to make sure it didn't sound desperate cover letters out by the dozen, and other than two OSU administrators who (likely as not) remember me from my time as a student, I haven't had any response at all. Oh, I forgot the auto you stink email from McGraw-Hill, which came about thirty hours after I hit "submit." I was grateful for that message, by the way. There are jobs which OSU's HR site thinks I'm still up for, which have been in "Application Referred" status since August. The only job I've been offered was an 8-day mail room spot from a temp agency, and I had to turn it down because they required Sunday work. I have the HR websites for the top 40 Columbus employers (yes, Daddy, including all the governments -- even Southwestern City Schools is on there,) as well as Craigslist, CareerBuilder, Monster and Jobster on my daily rounds. I email resumes for legal assistant and student adviser and administrative lackey and pretty much everything else, except for call centers and food service (and those are excluded only because I know I won't last long.)
I've started looking at Lansing jobs. I'm considering Salt Lake City. I'm fasting and praying for a job this weekend, and pretending that my self-centered attitude doesn't make me feel guilty. I can't make myself fall asleep at night anymore, and I'm about an inch away from deleting my resume and moving into a cardboard box on High Street out of sheer frustration. Glargh.