Alternative writings

Well, that was a complete disaster.

I went to the job interview thinking it was for technical services. Instead it turned out to be working in the children's and teen departments.

Cue internal panic attack.

I can barely handle three hours of serving uppity university students and adult patrons. The idea of having to work with small kids and teenagers for five hours a day doing public service stuff?

Yeah. No.

Thankfully I managed to get to the car before melting down. The biggest problem I thing was I went in thinking it was one thing and they were thinking another and I had to mentally shift gears. Not only that but I had to shift gears into territory I wasn't prepared for. I had no preparation for questions like, "How would you handle bullying?"

How was I supposed to answer that one? I couldn't handle the bullies when I dealt with them in school. There would be no way I could handle them in a working position. Likely I would freeze up. Some how I didn't do that in the interview. I was doing it inside, but I didn't do it on the outside.

This is a good thing.

Still, as soon as I was excused I walked as fast as I could to where my mom was, without a word, grabbed her and went to the car. Where I proceed to have said panic attack, complete with rocking, curling and crying. Oh and inane babbling.

I have no idea how I managed to hold on to sanity for that long.

But, I don't think they're going to give it to me. I'm more than certain I failed at answering a lot of the questions. If they do, on the highly off chance, offer me the position I am going to tell them I can't accept it because I thought it was for a different one.

Warghle

I saw the Avengers yesterday.

It was just... awesome. I mean awesome. I haven't had such a good time watching a movie in a while. The audience was excellent. There were laugh out loud moments. The character interaction was delightful and stemmed from character and situation as opposed to the "We have superheroes! They must fight!" sort of things. I never wondered "When is it going to be over" and instead I was wondering "What is going to happen next?"

Other things:

I made it past a slush pile! Woo! I got rejected, but I made it past a slush pile!

Anybody have hints on job interviews? I've never been on one before.

Welp.

For the past couple of weekends my dad has brought home movies to watch. They've been Israeli movies and because of that, they've been movies that I cataloged at work. I couldn't watch them. I really couldn't watch them. I mean I watched them, for a little bit, because we were eating dinner in front of them, but I had a huge unhappy fit. Obviously this is going to lead to some problems if I have to go back to work at the university itself. If I can't handle a movie that I cataloged, how am I supposed to handle being on campus. My mom agrees and once again this changes our strategy. SO annoying.

Meanwhile they sent me a check for double my sick leave and double my vacation time and wanted to know if I'm resigning or not. Have not deposited the checks yet. Going to ask lawyer if it's okay or not.

SO COMPLICATED.

Went to MOCA yesterday (the Museum of Modern Art) to see a photography exhibit on Weegee. Interesting guy. I looked at some of the other exhibits - the actual modern art stuff- and felt like banging my head against the wall.

Some of it was okay and I liked it, until I read the "what this thing is about". Like there was a hallway crisscrossed with red, yellow and green string that I thought was rather pretty and interesting to look at. Then I read the blurb and apparently it was trying to get across the "ideal of a hot dog". I don't even know what that means. Then there was the empty cat litter box, the cat blanket and the cat toys laid out on the floor. This was apparently an installation piece. I am not sure why. I just wondered where the cat was. (I'm sorry but my definition of art does not include things that are just set out on the floor.) I was so stupefied by this that I don't even remember what the blurb said. Then there was the plank of wood that was varnished sparkly red. It was leaned against the wall. This was apparently discussing the fact that there are spaces between things that are touching. Like the plank was touching the wall since it is leaned up against it.

Yeah.

I dunno.

Tomorrow we're going to talk to our Lawyer again to see what the next step is in my ever entertaining Work saga. We are going to discuss what to do at the our Lawyer meets the School's Lawyer(s) meeting.

We've gathered up some evidence of stuff and other stuff. I don't know exactly what's going to happen. I do know that I am not going to the meeting between the lawyers. My shrink, my mom's shrink and I all agree that this would be a Bad Idea.

So we'll see what happens tomorrow.

I can has art supplies?

Yes I can!

I bought about $45 worth of art supplies today. Most of the money went to markers. Really, really nice markers. That bleed a lot. I imagine they won't do that on the marker paper. They also have fumes. Happy fun times!

And I got marker paper and a color wheel and spent fifteen minutes trying to figure out how I'm going to carry it all - with my colored pencils and other stuff - to class. I gave up eventually and will try again later.


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My brain has been fluttering with ideas lately, which is better than it has been in the past couple of weeks. It hasn't settled down with anything coherent yet.

One is a novel about Alec with his Gary Stu-powers. I'm thinking of calling it "The Adventures of Alec Troven, Gary Stu" but I haven't a clue as to what the plot would be. The big problem with this is that Alec is a Gary Stu with unlimited power. How do you write a story about that? I guess it would be something that deals with something his powers can't handle.

I got the idea from reading "How to survive in a Science Fictional Universe" by Charles Yu. The book tries to be meta-textual and play with the idea of narrative and things that are common in Science Fiction stories, but in my opinion doesn't quite work because I don't give a shit about the narrator. The guy is trying to be an Arthur Dent everyman but he's ... dull and uninteresting.

So I was all "I could do a hell of a lot better meta-textual with Alec who already has no concept of the fourth wall."

The starting line I came up with was , "I woke up next to a woman who wasn't my wife, but she didn't know that."


( more random rambling )

Does anyone want the paper egg?

Dear LJ tagging system.

I love you.

I've just found an LJ entry dated from 2008 where I complain about having to work for 25 hours a week and that it was my boss who told me to do it.


Kippur.

I am just so fucking pissed off right now.

I can't even think straight.

I was asked to work 25 hours a week but have only been officially listed as working 23 hours a week. As such, I don't qualify for benefits like sick leave and vacation time.


Yeah.

This week officially blows.




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The irony fairy has hit work this week in the form of vending machines.

There is a brand new vending machine which talks about HEALTHY FOODS and FIGHTING OBESITY! and PROCEEDS GOING TO HELP FIGHT IT and EATING RIGHT and there's even a little TV screen that has adverts for HEALTHY FOODS like THINGS.

What is actually in the vending machine?

SODA! POWER WATER! MONSTER DRINKS! MORE SODA! SOME WATER! MORE SODA!

... so um. Yeah.

I may have just suggested buying World War Z for the library.

Dear Westburo Baptist Church,

I see you've decided to protest our university once again. I must say, I have fond memories of your last protest. Everything from the complete silence to the lack of signs and hateful words. It's as if you weren't even there.

Oh wait. You weren't.

I suggest you repeat your performance from last time. After all I can't seem to understand why would you want to protest our existence. We are just a quiet university dedicated to teaching students ethics, tolerance and compassion as well as handing traditions of the Jewish People from thousands of years hence to the next generation. I can't think of anything offensive about it.

Maybe it's that our cafeteria has better food that yours? They do make a mean turkey avocado wrap with spicy fries. And today's tostada bar was fantastic. Lord knows it's impossible to keep my mom away when they have tacos.

Or maybe it's just the whole ethics thing you have issues with, as you seem to have none.

As recommended, if I see you, I will quietly mock your existence in my head or with my windows closed and go home.

And something else for you to keep in mind: There was a pure white dove spotted on campus, lounging away on the third floor balcony, not at all afraid of anything. Least likely G-d's wrath.

Hint maybe?

Kips.