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Tuesday, November 05, 2002


:: Sunday, November 3, 2002 ::
My Love, Rand and I went to a bookfair. It's an annual event, but I had never been to it before. It's on a beautiful college campus and was well worth the drive to get there. We had tried to head down on Saturday - was 30 minutes down the road before we got a call from another friend that it was Sunday only - so on Saturday we opted to go eat at Cracker Barrel since it's kinda far normally and we were already halfway there. (mm...cracker barrel is freakin' good. and cheap) So...anyway, it was fun. We all spent a couple bucks (except Rand who spend a lot of bucks on a really cool 1912 Joan of Arc book) and got some neat stuff.

The grounds were beautiful too, so I took some pics.

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After that, we came home, watched Spiderman on DVD and called it a night. It was a nice day though. I had a lot of fun. The weather wasn't so bad (low 80's though the sun was hot and I got a little pinked from it) and it was nice to just get out and do something. Free admission, cheap prices, it was great.

:: Today, Monday, November 4th, 2002 ::
Ok, the damned header will say Tuesday already, but I haven't gone to bed yet, which makes it still Monday in my book. :)

Had an interview today. Sooooo boring. Get there at 2pm. Have like 10 pages of application to fill out. Ok, done. Then I have a 211 question "personality test" I have to take. It's True or False only and lame-ass statements like this:
I would enjoy scuba diving.
My apperence is important to me.
I get angry sometimes.
People are not often as nice as they appear to be.
I was able to go to my parents when I had problems as a child.
I get headaches often.

And other crap like that. And then, they kept repeating them - the same things over and over only stated in different ways. Some of them pissed me off because they were very loaded questions. They ranged from the simple about scuba (where sure I'd like to but my inner ear is fucked up and so, no I can't) to the slightly more unfair (do I get headaches? Well yes, but only because I've been fucking diganosed with Migraines for the last 10 years of my life. That's like asking someone about a disability and using it against them) to the extreme of childhood/parental ones (hello? None of your fucking business. I was beat up by my biological father so asking me loaded questions about how much I love my parents and such is none of your god-damned business). The whole thing disgusted me.

Then, I finish that at about 2:35pm. I proceed to sit there, in the hallway until 3:10pm until she calls me. Then, all she does is print up a list of questions from the computer and dead-cold reads them to me. Detail your experience in handling files. Why did you apply here? Crap like that. I dunno, hrm...I need a job, you need someone with my skills, figure it out! So, I'm trying to put in accomplishments into what I'm saying, but she's only interested in taking notes on things like, "I. have. five. years. experience. using. MS. Office." Blah. So, she said she'd call me by the end of the week to let me know if I'm moving on to round two of interviews.

To be honest, I have no freakin' idea how I did. lol I got annoyed with a LOT of their bullshit "by-the-book" way of doing things - and it was just the interview - so who knows how I'll do on their testing and crap. I'm sorry, you can't peg people into those "here's how to treat your employee's by the bullshit Human Resources textbook so that they're all exactly the same and have no individuality or deviation from course" kinda deals. Seemed everything anyone's ever made fun of about the Drones of Corporate America.

Beyond that? Nada. That's about it. My Love, Rand and Jef have been playing Xbox hockey for...um...about five straight hours now as I've plugged - SLOWLY - away online getting very little done. Connection's just shit tonight - worse then normal if you can beleive that. I'm thinking it's time to beg/borrow/steal *lol* and get my cable modem back.

Anyway, neck's killing me and I've been SO distracted writing this, I've been working on it for like an hour. ttfn.

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