Yay Spring!

Things always look up in the Spring. Maybe it’s just the weather, or those are the rules to Spring-time.

I’m getting my poor feet ready for sandal weather. (I’m obsessed with flipflops) I know, that’s weird for a Michigander. I hate the cold and I wish I could wear flipflops all year long!!!

I might be able to get a job working at a pet store. I messed up on my application, so I just created a new one. LOL I made it look as close as possible to the original, and then I filled it in in blue print so it wouldn’t look so static to the eye. I think I did a fairly nice job. (I’m also hoping they’re impressed. LOL)

Lenny the gecko died. I’m not very happy about that. I brought him crickets but he wouldn’t eat them. I’m disgruntled.

Mitch (the python) wouldn’t eat AGAIN. I hate rats, they stink so bad. Mitch is having problems with the dead layer of skin covering his eyes and it disorients him. Not to mention it probably hurts to open his mouth real wide while he is trying to shed. =(

I’m going to finish on my feet, then go work on my website. =)

Snips N Scraps Papercraft

I’m creating a site for my papercrafts.

Unless someone comes at me screaming “Noooooo You can’t have it, that’s my company’s name!” it’s called Snips N Scraps Papercraft.

Go visit it!!! (Please. LOL)

http://snipsnscrapspapercraft.webs.com/

Rainbow of Distraction?

This worries me that I may traverse in time and go back to doing whatever I felt like, not even believing consequences were real.  They didn’t touch me and I just didn’t care.  That was a very scary me, but she was free. 

 

I’m not sure freedom is worth the price of my humanity. 

 

 

On the upside, things that would make me very upset are not. 

 

Working nine hours a week and not being able to pay for anything.

 

Not being able to find a new job

 

There are other things, but I am unwilling to speak those aloud. 

 

The biggest upside to this kind of mood, my artistic side flourishes.  (At least in the past, I’m unsure whether she will rear her head or not this time)

 

I’ve been catching myself staring at things for no reason.

 

Joe will ask me what I’m thinking about, and I’ll realize, that I was in fact pondering nothing at all whatsoever.  Complete blankeroo between the eyes.

 

 

I’d apologize for myself, but I’m not sorry.  I’m putting down my thoughts exactly as they come to me, in a colorful, abstract manner.  Part of me hopes your intuitive side kicks in and reads behind the words, but the other part swears that no one can read behind words, because the “paper” is solid behind the “ink”

 

Desperation, Thy Name Is Grasping

So I’m pretty desperate to obtain any job that will pay real money that can solve the ever illusive bill problem.  Michigan’s job market sucks.  The employers that are hiring are picky because there are so many unemployed people desperate for a job.  They can create any terms they want in the hiring process.  People with Master’s Degrees, and a million years of experience in any number of fields are unemployed, and either they are getting the jobs, or they can’t get a job at all because over-qualification means an employer feels they have to pay you too much money. 

The people who don’t have a degree and little experience are the ones that are really doomed.  Auto workers at least have some sort of skill and experience. 

I, on the other hand, have no substantial experience in any one thing, and you can’t prove how willing and able you are to learn things.  *sigh*

So, in my little bout of desperation, I am going to make a resume page.  I will take just about any monkey work you’ve got (within reason).  I write, I draw, I can do simple HTML, and I have so much cash handling experience I can count money in a coma.  My average WPM is around 70, and I have the Microsoft Office Suite pounded so hard into my head that I could practically reprogram Word.  (not really, but I’ve seen every single version of the Suite since Works was a big deal)

And if you try to give me links to those stupid work at home for just $100!  I’m going to laugh in your face because I don’t have $100, and if I did, I would pay part of my car payment that is two months behind, not spend it on a make some asshole rich scam. 

(Sorry, I’m just a little bitter about those, heh)

Google Image Game

You know what makes me feel better?  Going to google and typing my name into the search engine, then seeing what image results come up. 

I put melissa into the search engine, and got this picture:

It was posted on some forum, but originally the pic comes from mugshots.com.  I wonder what the hell happened before she was arrested…  She looks more like a cadaver on a slab than a criminal in a mugshot.  LOL

What The Snow, or One Of The Many Reasons I Hate Money

Sorry everyone, I’ve been boycotting the internet lately.  Actually, I’ve been boycotting everything but eating, reading, and sleeping lately. 

I think I’m willing to admit now that I’m probably depressed.  I don’t have any energy or will to do anything right now. 

Today it was sapped even further.

My friend called me the other day and told me the little bank uptown had a hiring sign in the window.  It took me all yesterday to convince myself I wanted to go up there.  Today I did.

Big effin mistake.

I dressed nicely and printed out my resume, and wrote a cover letter from scratch. (I hate cover letters with a passion)

I trudged to my car through the fuckin snow that fell yesterday

I circled the bank once before I came back around and pulled in the parking space, just to make sure they weren’t busy and that the sign was really there in the window.

I stood in line behind the one person doing banking.  I tried to look friendly and at ease. 

I smiled and greeted the disgruntled looking lady when it was my turn.  I informed her that I just wanted to turn in the paper in my hands.  She looks down at the resume and cover letter I’ve set before her, then looks back up at me.

“What’s this?” She askes me.  Dumbfounded, I explain I wanted to turn in my resume.

“You need to go to the website to apply.” she informs me, fairly irritated.

I practically stutter, “I did go to the website, there wasn’t a listing for this location”

“That’s because this location isn’t hiring”  (She spat it at me.)

The other workers in the bank snicker as she informs me that other branches are hiring.  I wish another customer could have been in there to see it.  They either wouldn’t have been so rude, or another customer probably would have said something.  That’s how rude they really were about it.

I smiled, picked up my resume and thanked her.  I trudged through the sludge back to my car and flipped the remaining snow off my trunk.  I didn’t want the one lonely town cop to be tempted to pull me over for obstructed vision.  (I feel that’s just my luck in situations like this.)

I’m one of those people that can be sweet as a peach after someone slaps me, but after I walk away, I want to break things.  Okay, not just break things, break everything.  Everything in sight, everything that the person who angered me holds dear. 

This is what worries me.  I usually can restrain from physical harm, but what about that one time that the well overflows?  I can’t stay calm on the outside forever. 

Anyway, this is one of the many things that saps my will to accomplish anything.

That, and the hellish website that the state of Michigan passes as their help for unemployment.  They need to hire more technicians, and then the website would work simply because that many less people would be trying to access their unemployment benefits. 

It’s a conspiracy.  LOL