today's interview - like sand in my bathing suit - only less comfortable

hello world. yes i am still blogging for all 10 of you who read this. Things have been hectic as of late. I have given myself over to staffing agencies. Been interviewing a bit more. Still have yet to find a job.

Today I had an interview that required I dress up in a suit and heels and smile a lot. The past few years I have been able to get by on skill alone, but desperation in these desperate times now requires that I dress up like a CEO and march in just to tell someone I can answer phones and type memos. How does my clothing show the world any of this? It doesn't. It is stupid. Now I am not saying you should interview in jeans and a tee-shirt, although I should add that half my interviewers have in fact been in jeans and a tee-shirt, but a black suit....come on now. It means nothing at all.

But i digress. I initially met with the CFO or CEO or controller. She was very staunch - but nice. And we had what I thought was a decent, even great, interview. So great in fact she asked me to hang out and meet with the principal. I agreed of course- he would be the guy I would be assisting.

We walk into his office - he glances at a chair and says sit down. I immediately dislike this man and I can tell this will never work. But I say to myself "you've worked for some really big jerks, maria. Give it a chance." Then he asks me several condescending questions about my resume (which is pretty good) and mentions to the CEO that he doesn't need someone to "do all this" - the controller and the principal have a quick conversation about why i would be needed,who I would be assisting, all the while making me insanely uncomfortable.

And then it happens.

"where is this in the Bronx?" (i explain where i live)
"How long did it take you to get here?" (40 minutes...he says sourly "that long?" I consider this quick!)
"Are you married?" (No.)
"do you have children?" (NO. but this time laser beams are about to shoot out my eyeballs)
"Because that would make it very hard for you to get into work". (yes. he fucking said this)

At this point as far as I am concerned the interview is over and I wont even work for this fat, selfish piece of shit whose idea of family is the business he owns and the people (his sons) who work for/with him. I met with one of his sons, just because I didn't feel good walking right out since the CEO had been so gracious so far. He was really nice. If he had been the guy I would work for it would have been a different game.

I got outside and immediately called the staffer who set this up and I told him what happened. He agrees with me that it was inappropriate but defended the guy for asking. When I tell him I cant take the job, he gets aggravated and pretty much terminates the call. At this point I am fine with all this - but I know in my heart it isn't over at all. I know that they loved me. I know I can have the job that I didn't want. I knew they would call him and tell him this.

Phone rings about 40 minutes later. It's the staffer - calling to tell me they love me and that he discussed why i was not a happy camper. He tells me initally he didnt tell them we had spoken, and they sys he told the CEO we spoke. I notice at this point he is a liar, and a bad one at that. He goes on in all sorts of ways to defend why this man asked me these questions, such as wanting to get to know me, which was all untrue because the man told me it was because I couldn't get to work in the morning of I had a family. When i pointed this out to this asshole staffer - he got angry and again terminated the call.

me-" I appreciate what you are trying to do Ric, but he made me very uncomfortable"

ric-"What i am trying to do???? I am only relating information. You know what, I am gonna wish you good luck and say goodbye"

me-"Goodbye"

This phone call left me so deflated and made me realize just how shitty women have it. Seriously, I do not want to be thinking about this guy if and when I get engaged, married or have children....which is what I was trying to explain to the agent,Ric the asshole, who really did not give a shit about my feelings, all the while. It is wrong for the guy to ask the questions (illegal actually) but if he wishes to know that and it is something he doesn't want then I agree! Don't hire me! But not only was I made to feel inadequate because I am female, I also had my nose shoved in it....2 more times by my count.

I decided to temp if that is at all possible. I am officially bitter!!

Happy Memorial Day!!

show me the money. or spare me.

New York State has asked me to participate in the South Bronx Workforce Career Center Program. I am offended for the following reasons:

1- I am not from, living in or interested in the South Bronx. Just the North. Thanks.
2- Here is what I get from the site they pointed me to after wasting 2 hours of my time filling out forms and answering questions.


Below are the job openings that matched your search.

There are currently no jobs listed with America's Job Bank in this field within: (ANYWHERE not 25,50,100 miles or NEW YORK STATE (.)period)

You can revise your search radius, or visit America's Job Bank for more search options.


So I did visit America's Job Bank for more search options
Here is what America's Job Bank had to offer:

Cleaners of Boats: inspect parts, equipment and boat for cleanliness, damage and compliance with standards or regulations. Scrub, scrape, or spray machine parts, equipment or boats - using scrapers and brushes, cloths, cleaners, disinfectants, insecticides, acid, abrasive...

On Site Linen Manager: The qualified professional will provide in-service linen management, inventory control and maintain good customer relations in a facility located in Brooklyn. The person must be proficient in microsoft office and excel, be organized and have strong leadership...

Carnival Worker: Friendly, outgoing, energetic staff. All positions open full and part-time. Carnival ride attendanats, games, crafts and fun foods. No experience necessary. Driver's license a plus. Heavy lifting involved. Weekends required.

I should point out that the Carnival Job is a new york state job, but surprisingly not listed with the NYS job bank. Go figure. The typo on attendanats is also their typo....

7 am is the new 8 am

This morning something strange happened on the television.... Rainy days and Mondays....I tell ya....

I overheard the newscaster say that the MTA stated they would be unable to comply with the previously issued improvements they said they would make if they increased the fares. And they did raise the fares. I may have been dreaming. But it seems that is what they said, to which I reply, "Are you fucking kidding me?".

It is not as if I believed at any point that the MTA could really improve anything, I mean, there is only so much you can do for a system that satisfies 7 million customers daily. At this point the only way to help is to have one constant platform moving and people just jump onto it. I also really want to know precisely how the congestion pricing is going to affect the trains. If the thousands of people who drive in every morning want to get on the train now, I do not know where we are going to put them. I have been tempted to just roll myself under the seats and travel in that way because there is no room. No room at all. Even leaving hours earlier is no longer helping. Apparently everyone goes to work at 7 am. I guess 7 am is the new 8 am.

My only two complaints about the system are that there is not enough service for people, and there just can't really be. And that there is not really a good level of coordination at all. Alas, they never promised me a rose garden. I never cared how dirty the trains were, how much crime was on the subway etc. I just wanted to get to work in under an hour. Infuckingpossible.

But for now that is all someone else's problem. Hoorah!

My employment dilemma carries on and between me and everyone reading this, I have no desire to work, to look for work, to commit to a job, to feign enthusiasm, to attempt to wear a skirt, to smile and say I really am a team player but I work well independently too. None. And I really won't. I bet there are nice people out there I have just been dealing with the same people for so long I am sheltered and I am in all likelihood a little insane. I fear I have Stockholm syndrome and I sympathize with morons.

Today I worked out to the new Counting Crows album. I am pretty sure that is a clear sign of mental illness.

this is so not normal!

i left my job! to rush home to my sweetie and get dinner!

"i am not going to shower. ill shower after dinner"

Torrential downpour. I get caught in the rain. So i decide to shower.....

(start "Phycho" music!)


Um....

what!????

But I just like....washed my body with that.....


Now...how to brush my teeth!?

WTF!!
Obviously the shower I took outside was cleaner then the one inside!!!!

blood in my ice cream

i have to blog this although i haven't blogged in an eternity.

i had a bad day today in what seems like a series of bad days when i finally decide after walking around only saying "narf" to everyone for the evening that i should have some ice cream to cheer me up.

la la la la. troll off to the kitchen and scoop away.

the results:






so i guess the spoon was so fucking cold - it touched my lip and took a strip of skin off. Much like the affects of sticking your tongue to a pole.

Yes!
There is blood in my ice cream.