Monday, March 28, 2011


Now seems as good a time as any to update my almost anonymous blog.

Lotso shit goin' on: By tomorrow I will have applied to at least ten different places for jobs. I say at least ten, because I also replied to several craigslistings that just wanted me to send a resume. I don't even freakin' remember all the places I've applied to: I got three calls today, and one of them was from an electrical appliance store that needed a full-timer pronto. I felt bad because 1: I had to ask her to remind me what the place was and 2: I told her I have classes that I can't really drop right now. Not that I should feel bad about that, I just don't like the idea of burning bridges, not a single one. Unless they're my friends, but we'll get to that later.

The other two interview calls were from Work for America and McDonalds who called right before my interview with the former. I actually have canvassing experience (courtesy of Clean Water Action) and that was the main reason they wanted me. The manager actually signed me up for my "observation" day, so tentatively speaking I have a job with them. It's full time, and they're looking for managers. They aren't even in full fundraising mode like CWA was, so I would only have to beg for money like once a week. The idea of returning to canvassing still kind of terrifies me; in order to meet quota for CWA I had to throw in some money a couple of times, although it only ended up being the amount of one night's standard ($150). Standard. I remember when that word struck terror into every crevice of my soul, although that wasn't even as terrifying as the specter of that damned word "review."

With this gig, I wouldn't have to worry about money as much. And I could help support labor. At Mickey D's, I'd /be/ the labor. No unions there, boy. Be stuck at the bottom rung of the corporate ladder, where all the mold likes to grow. I just finished reading some blogs by my friend who got me the interview. They were not happy blogs. I described canvassing to her once and she said her job wasn't as bad as that. But this canvassing job is going to be more about talking to people, and less of the manifesting of donations. For now. Watch me go to observation and they're like "Just kidding, raise this much money or you're FIRED."

It would look better on a resume though, especially if I reach the upper echelons of field manager. I don't know if that's even the right freaking word. Anyway. That job would be way more impressive than crew at Mickey D's. Of course, if I worked at Mickey D's, they're basically ever-where, and in the more than likely event that I transfer, I can transfer my job too.

J-O-B. That's what my friend from drawing calls them. I've also started saying "totes" instead of "totally", like she says. I'll try not to do that in front of her, and maybe she won't think I'm some kinda hyuman chameleon or somethin'. Yeah.

Her and I had a good night. Her, our other friend (of sorts) from drawing, and her crush. Drag shows, man. That's the stuff of dreams, right there.

Oh, yeah, so... job that is soul crushingly corporate, but secure, or job in which I try to make shit better, and can maybe get promoted. That'll also look way better on a resume. I don't think this job would be quite like CWA. And I could wear my bowler to work. Hot shit.

Of course, I don't know for sure that McD's will hire me. My friend who referred me insists that they're desperate for bodies; my roommate, who works in fast food, says there's no way they'll hire me if I don't have food experience. I got the interview call today, scheduled it for tomorrow. WE'LL SEE HOW THAT WORKS OUT. If they don't hire me, I won't have to deliberate: canvassing it is.

I'm so glad I hung out with my friends from down the street. First of all, they're beautiful people; second, we watched Labyrinth, and Bowie and puppets are awesome; third, my friends know who's looking for bodies.

This is gonna be a long-ass entry. Sorry not-followers.

Of course, in looking for jobs, and shit, maybe even landing one, I'm going to be spending less time on art, that thing I kinda wanna spend the rest of my life with. If I went back to Dearborn, I could maybe draw for tips in front of that framing place for tips, like Deb keeps telling me. Maybe I could try it one weekend. It'd be more of an art experience than a money maker. I need so much to do more art. My mom's uber psyched about me maybe getting employment.I haven't told my dad, although I think he gets the fact that I don't really want to come home this summer, and that I kinda need to make money to live out here. I love it out here.

My quote unquote life partner doesn't even know that I wanna move out here, even though I've been pondering it since January. She'll be the last person to know. I brought her to the dorm, so she could work on a photo project. But she was... kind of abusive. She made me feel shitty and insecure, and I didn't want to put up with it. Instead of telling her off I stopped talking to her. I did finally tell her. I felt bad, because my friends from down the street and I talked about her. And we all agreed. I dunno: our lives are taking different directions. I'm trying to be more independent, and she really hasn't been. And whenever I hang out with her (not as often because, go figure, it costs me more than fifty bucks to fill my tank with gas), after I leave she'll post facebook statuses about how she hates everything. She probably feels left behind. She said she wanted to move in with me: no. Just, no.

I've really wanted to make a different life for myself, I guess because I felt suffocated, somewhat. That's why I don't want to go back home, even if I would save more money.

Oh, I'm in an art show at my school. I guess that's cool. Got into Laguna, who's offerin' me some cash. RMCAD talked about offering me money. Have yet to hear from them about that. I'm supposed to visit Ringling in April.

Augh. I've been so focused on trying to get work and out of the house that other aspects of my life have been put on the back burner. And I'm not even done looking for work.

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