Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Job interview from hell

Well, as many may already know, I am currently looking for a job. I have applied for every job possible. Jobs I am not qualified for, jobs I am overly qualified for and those in-between. Well, yesterday I had an 2nd interview at Walmart. My first interview was the day before and it went really well. She asked me to come back for a second interview (which I thought was alittle redundant for Walmart but nevertheless), she scheduled me to come in yesterday.

I came in for my interview on time and dressed perfectly. This guy greeted me and walked me to the back where the interview was to be conducted. Everything was fine up until the point I walked in the conference room. He sat me down and it is like three to four other people in the room just having casual conversation. He walked up to another woman and right in front of me starts having a conversation with this woman. It's not like they walked out the room to talk, no they were right in front of me speaking loud enough for me to hear the whole conversation. He first asked her if she would interview because he didn't feel like it. She told him no absolutely not she's is your interview not mine. I did my interviews you have to do yours. He's like but I don't feel like it...I'm just sitting at the table waiting, at this point don't really care who interviews me just as long as we can get it over with. The woman stood her ground and the guy was "stuck" interviewing me.

So, this guy is noticeably from another country and it is very evident when he starts to interview me and ask me the questions that were outlined on his sheet of paper. I didn't understand a damn thing this man was saying. I was straining hard to see if I could recognize any word that he was trying to pronounciate but I was having a hard time. Eventually, I just read the questions off the paper as he was reading so I can answer the questions correctly. I just answered the questions best way I knew how and I know that interview could've went better had it not been so uncomfortable and not able to make out any words he was saying.

Today's interview, much better experience and hopefully I get that job.

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Blow out

This is a fresh incident that just happen about an hour ago.

Earlier today, right after I left church, I received a text message from my child's father asking me what time do I get out of church because he wanted to go to the movies today. So, of course, I agree to meet up with him. At around 2:00 pm we go to the movie theatre and he got a call from someone and he said he had to do something real quick. I was kind of pissed but I left and came back to the house anyway awaiting his call.

Fast foward to about 5:20 pm. He calls and asked me to check what time the movie started. So, we seen that the next showtime is at 7:15 pm so we decide to meet up. Well, on my way to the movies, I'm driving on the freeway and my car is shaking out of control. Then it starts pulling to the side. I mention this to him like I think I just had a blow out. He's like, "naw, that's not your tire." And in fact, my tire is blown out to the rim. I pull over to the side of the road to check it out.

Now my dumb ass was supposed to get my spare fixed some weeks ago but kept putting off and now look at me. I'm sitting on the side of the road with no spare, no AAA, no roadside assistance nothing. His car is about 15 minutes away in the next city. Well, I called my daddy and he told me he could pick me up but we would have to wait until the morning to get the car fixed. Now Mister leaves me on the side of the road with a flat tire. Just walked off like he didn't want to be bothered. Finally, after like waiting for 30 minutes, my cousin came and picked me up. No sooner did we drive off I look over to the other side of the freeway and I seen the fucking Highway Patrol behind my car. I'm like, damn I was sitting there for awhile and not a soul came. As soon as I live here comes these mother fudgers. I mean if this day can get any worse it would.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Get up and walk

The other day I was out running errands and as I'm driving I happen to glance over and see this mother pushing her child in a stroller. No lie this girl had to be 7 or 8 years old. She was way too big for that stroller. I wanted to pull over and take the big child out the stroller and tell her to walk. What the hell is going on here. This is the only instance where I've seen this and it irritates the hell out of me. Like seeing a 3 year old still drinking out of bottles or still sucking on a pacifier. Its like, damn take the titty out the child mouth and let them grow the hell up. I know each child advance at different stages but damn.

On the flip side, I seen a mother walking down the street with her, had to be, one year hold her hand barely able to keep up. He was not ready to walk such distance as his mother, but still she made him walk. At this point I said pick that damn child up he's obviously tired. She told me to mind my own damn business but she did eventually picked him up after he kept falling.

I'm no perfect parent, believe me. But common sense is key in some situations. Are there some other episodes that comes to mind that are similar to this? Please discuss.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Cheeks pierced

Yesterday I had the priviledge to babysit my best friend's daughter. I haven't seen my best friend since my birthday last year (which is in November, so a few months). Everytime I see my friend she has a new tattoo, different dyed hair color, etc. Of course, yesterday was no exception. The first thing that I saw was her cheek piercing, then the tattoo and then the different hair color. Now the tattoo and the color of course comes as no surprise to me (she has to have like 20+ tattoos).

Now when it comes to the cheek piercing I was intrigued to say the least. I've been wanted my cheek piered now for some years. I did not follow through for professional reasons and I envy those that don't really have to have the professional appearance for the jobs they possess. I already have 11 tattoos that are strategically placed on my body so at anytime they can be fully covered up.

I yearn to be that extravagant person that can cut my hair in crazy dos, get facial piercings and tattoos, wear colorful and racy clothes. As I begin to be more me I feel a bit self-conscience and digress from doing what is not of the norm. After seeing my friend's cheek pierced i literally had to fight myself from going down to the tattoo shop and getting mines done.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009


Looking for a job should be considered as a job because from the moment I wake up to the time I lie down to go to sleep I am looking for a job. That includes searching the numerous job sites that cater to job seekers, going to various hiring events and going to alot of interviews.

With that being said, I hate going to those interviews for those marketing/sales/customer service jobs. I know what to look for now but in the beginning I was just happy to get a call back and would get all prepared just to be completed disappointed.

"You mean to tell me you want me to sell these vacuum cleaners."

That is one of the many marketing type positions I have been coerced into going to the office and thinking I'm about to be interviewed for a real paying, benefit having, regular pay check job and then I find out that I have to set up appointments and sell knives door to door. Yes this is what I am now having to encounter on this wicked job hunting job that I got.

I know that I am very marketable as an employee but with the unemployment rate so high I am not the only eligible employee out there and I am competing for entry-level jobs with people that have Master degrees. I mean that's a real eye-opener if I don't say so myself. I am going to go back to school to add on to the skills that I already possess just to make it just that me more easier for me to at least get past the "resume sent" stage.

It's not you it's me

I can find myself in an arguement everyday with Mister (that's what we are going to call him) if we don't ever get on the same page. I think that is the biggest problem that we have.

Let me rewind abit here. I have been in a relationship with Mister for going on three years now and we have a son together. We have been through hell and back numerous of times. At times I love him with all my heart and thank God that He brought Mister into my life. Other times I hate him so much I wish he would be sent to his maker the devil himself. You see it is that extreme.

Now back to present day, I had a medical problem that landed me in the hospital and I felt the need to inform Mister of my whereabouts, even though we had been going through some tough times. Now, quite naturally, he was concerned about me and "said" he was on his way up to the hospital. The thing is he never told me that he was coming to the hospital so of course I'm not psychic, I said I didn't expect for him really to care. He went off and when I say he went of I was every name in the book but a child of God. He stated how he wish he never met me and he don't understand why I would want to be with someone that don't care. So, I didn't say anything I just hung up the phone and continued to get medical care and not trip off of Mister. Then he says that I don't want him anymore cause I didn't make a big deal off of him making a big deal. I told him "look dude, I really wouldn't give a flying fuck what you do or who you fuck with just leave me the hell alone." I am not 15 years old in the 10th grade with some high school relationship. No boo, there are kids involved and I don't play games with grown ass men. So take that drama to your damn mama cause your baby mama ain't feeling that right there.

I don't think I was wrong. I am just tired of the same shit different day stuff. I have so much on my mind and if we ain't and can't get on the same page then it ain't no use of us even being, right?