Cheddar

Well, ladies and gentlemen, I got me a job. It's no teaching job, but at least it's something for now. I went back to the credit union I worked at, had the interview yesterday, then got a call later on in the day from them asking me if I'd like to come back and that I start on Tuesday! AND, the plus is I'm in the call center instead of in the branch as a teller. So no stinky people, no long-ass line out the door on Fridays, no people in said line wanting to bludgeon me for being sent on my lunch, none of that.

I also had an interview Tuesday for a teaching position at an alternative ed. school. I think it went pretty well. I don't think I'll get it, but it went well. The principal seemed to be impressed with my resume and portfolio, so we'll see. I hope no one bids on the job in Southfield. We'll see about that too.

Yay!

Working Nine to Five...Someday?

KRT Image/Hector Casanova

Today I am going to the first of three interviews I have set up. Finally! Last week I was in the biggest douche-bag bummer until I got a call from the Assistant Principal at the school I was subbing at, who gave me the super pep talk. So after I talked to him, I made a ton of phone calls and landed an interview with an alternative ed. school (that is today) and I also have an interview lined up for tomorrow for a call center job at the credit union I used to work at. My third interview is for a charter school in S.West Detroit next week. This all in the span of three days where I couldn't get even one interview when I applied for the 10+ teaching jobs in Oakland County. Go figure. Oh! And the A.P. called me again yesterday to tell me there was an open position at the other high school. Woot!

I've been pooping around in Photoshop more and actually have a finished product! Mike helped me a little, but not much. He tried. Now I just have to figure out how to sew a semi-sphere and I will be all set as far as artsy-fartsy projects go. Yay.

Today is the dawn of the new and improved, unemployed for not too much longer, jen.

Pistons V.Spurs

Well, The Pistons came up short on bringing home another championship, but they pulled out seven games and played so well this season. It was a rough season, especially with all the hoopla around the "Palace Brawl." I'm glad they made it this far and there's always next year. I hope Brown comes back next year to coach - I think he's done an amazing job since he's been here and I hope everything goes well for him.

On an unrelated/related note: Doesn't Ginobili look like Balki from Perfect Strangers? Cousin Larry! Don't be reeediculus!

Rooftop Room Cat

Rooftop Room Cat is my new favorite show. It airs on AZN Television Tuesday-Thursday nights @ 8pm, EST. You can also buy the DVD here for $70. It's well worth the money. For those of y'all that might have missed it this week (or are curiously interested) here's a brief public service synopsis:

Jeong Eun (the cute girl on the left) lives in a rooftop apartment. She has an arrangement with Kyung Min (the cute boy on the right) which allows him to stay with her until he passes his bar exams. Jeong Eun and Kyung Min are each trapped in love triangles, as Jeong Eun has feelings for Kyung Min, who has feelings for Hye Ryun, who is an icy cold b-i-t-c-h. Jeong Eun's boss, Deong Jun, has feelings for Jeong Eun. Jeong Eun's parents don't like Kyung Min, Kyung Min's grandparents don't like Jeong Eun, and Hye Ryun hates everyone, but mostly Jeong Eun.

This week: Kyung Min passed his bar exam (Hye Ryun failed hers, HA!ha!) and pretty much realizes he loves Jeong Eun. He breaks up with Hye Ryun, who deceives Jeong Eun into thinking that they are still a thing. Jeong Eun becomes upset and attempts to kick Kyung Min out of the rooftop. Kyung Min won't give up and proposes to Jeong Eun, who refuses him. They get into yet another argument, and she ends up packing a few things and leaves. Deong Jun meets up with Jeong Eun, and lets her stay at his place for the night. In the morning, he calls Kyung Min to let him know she's ok, and that she'll be home soon. Kyung Min goes to Deong Jun's (with Hye Ryun in tow), fights with Jeong Eun, fights with her again when she gets back to the rooftop and stops short of calling her a slut (evil Hye Ryun's doing). Jeong Eun leaves and agrees to take the promotion that Deong Jun offered, which requires her to go to England for a long time. Kyung Min realizes how stupid he is and attempts to make up with Jeong Eun, but she has made up her mind to go. Then there's the whole airport scene where Kyung Min goes to try to stop Jeong Eun from leaving, only he doesn't make it. It was pretty intense. A year passes and Kyung Min is a prosecutor and Jeong Eun returns from England. She goes to the rooftop to reminisce, not realizing that Kyung Min lives there still. As she begins to leave, Kyung Min walks up to the rooftop. They exchange their "how's it going, oh really? great." and you're led to believe that's it. Then Kyung Min says something stupid, which pisses off Jeong Eun, so she starts to chase him around the rooftop. The camera pans out, and you see him pick her up and they finally embrace. *sigh*

Usually, the episodes are really funny. The actors that play Jeong Eun and Kyung Min are really great comedy and drama actors. Tonight's episode was especially intense, so there were only two funny parts. What I love about this show is that it's not like all the bullshit American t.v. shows that revolve around characters whose biggest problems are they can't get a freakin' appointment at the latest spa. The characters in Rooftop Room Cats are real and can be easily related to, even though they do the dumbest apeshit stuff ever. It's also great because my mom watches it, so we have something fun to talk about. It's funny, but I never thought about my mom and her Korean; she's been here for over thirty years, so the Korean she speaks is super old school. She likes the show because she says the way they talk is "more fun." Yay mom!

I need to go to bed now and prepare for my one - two root canals I have planned in the morning. Shitty.

I Hate My Self And I Want To Die

This is how I feel today. I've been in such a state of negativity lately, especially today. Maybe I need to stop watching so much Felicity. Har har. That show really do make you want to kill yourself though. Why it has been so bad:

1. Haven't been taking the meds (probably a contributing factor to the negativity, but I don't think it's all about that.)

2. Didn't get a call back today from University of Phoenix. I went to an interview Monday (o.k., it was a group interview) but the guy did say that if we didn't get a call by Wednesday that we would be getting a rejection letter in the mail. Guess what I got.

3. Because of all this stress over not finding a job, I really feel like I have no one to talk to, which just adds to the shit factor even more. It sucks having "friends" that you don't feel like you can call to just vent or have a shoulder to cry on. I lied. Instead of "friends" it should just be "friend." No plural. Which is why this is so hard for me. I guess I could call Megan, but what can she really do thousands of miles away in Albequerque? That is why I'm hoping Amy doesn't move to Sacramento so that she can be the friend I don't have. I just hope she likes to eat the outer parts of a Cinnabunn.

4. I lowered myself and applied for a server job at a restaurant today. Granted, it's a pretty neat place, however I feel that waiting tables is somewhat beneath me now. O.k., it's really not beneath me, but I really really hate waiting on people. Anyway, I went and filled out the application, and the lady said that four months of fine dining experience out of three years waitressing isn't enough for her. It's a fucking creperie/bistro for fucks sake!! I'm almost fucking 30!!! Can an almond sister get a break? Obviously no, Jen.

I don't know what else I can do at this point, except...well, ya know. I would apply at McDonald's, but it would be crushing if I got rejected from there too.

Where is My Mind?

This week has been...well, I've been inside my head too much. I started freaking out while at [insert name for shitholedivebar here] Friday night. I guess a lot of things and a whole lot of nothing have been on my mind. The reason for my mini freak-out was due to my being overly acutely aware at times of being a minority. When in this state of mind, it is no good for me to be hanging out in a shite-hole of a dive bar in Ferndale, surrounded by a bunch of white folks, with about 95% of those white folks falling into the "white-trash" category. Sometimes I think it's kinda wrong for me to think that way, but then I'm sure there's a whole bunch of white folks who would be acutely aware of their caucasianness if they were the only vanilla cone in a sea of chocolate. So why can't it go both ways?
Anyway, during this time I began thinking how badly I need to start finding folks who are in the same situation as me. I need to start hanging out with more minority folks who really understand what it's like to be called an epithet. I'm sorry, but being called a cracker or honky ain't shit to being called a chink, gook, or a jap (among the many other epithets) - add to that the slanting of the eyes and a few ching chong chings to go along with the said-epithet 75% of the time. Yeah. And even then, white folks still can't comprehend what the whole experience actually feels like.
Maybe I'm beginning to sound a bit separatist. Maybe I am to some extent. I mean, shit, living in Amerikkka, especially Michigan, begins to lead people to seek out their own. What about the utopian dream of everyone coming together and getting along? Well, yeah, that's all well and good, but how the shit is it going to happen if minorities make up 95% of the flagholders? Savvy?
Yesterday was good, though. I hung out with Imran and Amy for a bit, and they are good people. I'm just sad that Imran is moving to L.A. in a few weeks, and Amy has an interview in Sacramento next week. If she gets the job, I'll be left at square one. Maybe I'll just become an anti-socialite altogether. Would it be too weird to take out a personals ad to make some minority friends? Don't answer that.

Kitty Time!!!

Sprout


Broccoli


Mike was looking for something and opened up the little cubby underneath the stairs; there were a million (o.k., more like 40) hair ties!! Broccoli lives to steal my hair ties, and I guess the little pile was the hair tie graveyard. There were 3 hair ties that I remember her stealing specifically, because they were weird colors and the three girl friends I have that have stayed over all reported missing hair ties in the morning. It was unbelievable. Mike should have called Giraldo for the unveiling.




Dances With Hair Ties















The Proud Parents:

Going Square

For some reason I'm on a "retro" kick. I just wish I had money to allow my dream to come to fruition.
Daddy-O's.com






Red Dress Shoppe



There's also a lot of cute t-shirts here.

Someday...

Sabotage!

I should be going to bed, but I was just thinking about things that I have been doing lately to make myself...goofy. This haircut is pretty silly and makes me look a little, well, silly. I also have no shame in busting out my flip-open Mino No Tabo sparkly comb to comb out the bangs. The other week I bought a pair of oversized squarish sunglasses from Target that cover most of my face. Those are silly too. A few weeks ago I splurged and got a manicure/pedicure, but instead of going with a safe color, I got this weird coral pink color nailpolish. Although the toes did look cute, it looked more like a color that belonged on a wrinkly, orange retiree from Florida. I really don't know what's going on with all of this self-sabotage behavior lately. I should probably make an appointment to see the head-shrinker, but he doesn't like to talk much. Anyway, any freudian insight would be great.

La Mort Volontaire

Last night I was wondering what it would be like to commit seppuku. What goes through the samurai's head when he prepares for seppuku? How much force does one need to use to make sure the blade goes in deep enough? How much will does one need to make sure the blade goes across the belly once it penetrates the skin? How instant is death?

These are the things I think about. This one hit during an awful rendition of some song by Opera Man's sister at karaoke last night. Terrible.

New Haircute Styles

This is my new haircut. What's different you ask? I got me some bangs. Do I feel any better about myself now? A little.

Bleh Bleh Bleh

That is how I'm feeling right now. Bleh. I decided I'm going to give this thing a go, even though I'm super lazy and who really cares what the shit it is that I'm thinking? I feel like I've been caught in a whirlwind of negative thinking about everything lately. Maybe a new haircut will change things. I guess I'll find out later.