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Full time job = no time blog

For the first summer ever, I have managed to actually get a full-time job. I honestly don’t know what was going on the past couple summers when I tried applying to every business in my home town, but this year I’m working for the county’s parks and recreation department. Not my ideal job, but it’s steady income.

As a result of my new 40-hour week, I haven’t had much time to get on my blog and post stuff. This is unfortunate, but it’s happened before. Everyone hits a slump now and again. I figure I’m just too beat to get properly irritated at world events. Or maybe I’ve become jaded enough that I simply can’t get properly irritated? That would be disturbing.

For lack of anything better, here’s a video. It involves SCIENCE. Kind of.

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Life update

Unlike Bagel over at RationReality, my blog absence isn’t the result of sickness and depression, but of a rather sinister combination of finals, moving, and lack of an Internet connection. That last bit may cause some people to call me a liar and accuse me of avoiding my blog because I’m in a creative slump and couldn’t come up with a blog post if I was being held hostage in front of a computer and told that for every minute I stalled an innocent kitten would be denied fame on ICHC. Those people are wrong. In reality, I’m leeching wireless off of some poor schlob who couldn’t be bothered to change the default name of their wireless network, much less put a password on it. It’s a poor connection, and I’m busy with packing and moving, so I’m only connecting for long enough to post this and browse through Reddit for some laughs.

I suppose it’d be useful to explain why I don’t have an Internet connection. My family is in the process of moving into a house closer to town (okay, in town). Unfortunately, utilities like television, phone, and Internet service aren’t due to be hooked up until the 20th. Until then, I’ll be spending my time watching Farscape on my laptop and playing Mass Effect. Well, during the time that isn’t spent packing up my entire life and moving it to a smaller house. Fun.

And the month isn’t even half over. In about a week, I’ll be starting my summer job with the county (working for Parks and Rec). Exciting, huh? Yeah, not really. I’m going to be one busy guy, but I’ll be sure to make time for a rant every so often. After all, this isn’t the Mad Silence of a Raving Genius, is it?

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Sick

Being sick sucks. I mean, really. It’s awesome when you’re a little kid and missing school doesn’t matter because the only things you ever did in class were pick your nose, eat glue, and maybe learn about numbers. Maybe.

But when you’re older, being sick is a huge hassle. It started in high school, when teachers began telling you to make up work you had missed. What? What happened to the pat on the head and “Oh, that’s all right, you don’t have to do this assignment” of elementary school? Big bummer there. College is even worse. Some professors might not even let you make up an assignment, especially if you’re sick on a test day. You have to tell them you’ll miss the test in advance. That’s right, Professor. I’m planning on being sick Thursday. I was thinking the flu, but it might be AIDS. I haven’t decided.

Why the sick rant? Well, I’ve suffered a rather nasty cold/flu thing over the past weekend, which has caused me to miss most of class Friday (including a review session which could have really helped on the test I dragged myself out of bed for today) and two days of work. I thought I was getting better, but no. Mother Nature has to make it worse. Damn you, Nature. Now I’m not sorry for that one incident in the woods. That tree deserved it. You know what I’m talking about.

Anyways, the older I get, the less I like to miss school or work. It’s probably a result of having actual penalties for missing things. Whatever the case, I don’t like being sick. I just thought I’d let everyone know.

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Olive Garden, or the middle of nowhere

I got an interview at Olive Garden today! I think I might actually get hired. The interview went well, and I’m perfectly qualified for the position (dishwasher…how hard can that be?). Plus the manager who interviewed me said that if the general manager had been in, I would have gotten a second interview right then. He wasn’t, though, so they’ll call me back later. I really hope they do. I’ve already been snubbed by half the businesses in Burlington on interviews…

I also turned in applications to a couple of gas stations just in case, although I doubt I’ll get hired. I probably don’t look tough enough to scare off robbers. Meh. I don’t really think I’d want such a thankless job. Ugh. I’d probably always end up with the customers who come in and ask for exactly five and two-ninths gallons of gas, or something like that. Or pay in change. Or large bills.

Anyways, I’m keeping my fingers crossed that Olive Garden calls me back. Getting a job will not only get me money (and a cell phone, according to my dad), but will keep me from having to do tough labor jobs with my uncle or grandpa. Stacking bricks? Making roofs? Not my idea of a fun time. Especially considering I’ve had to do jobs with them before. Definitely not fun.

And next week I leave for Mexico on yet another church mission trip. I’m really starting to question why I’m going, especially since this trip has forced me to forgo a chance at $600 (playing clarinet for the performing of “Annie Got Her Gun” at McIntyre Hall) and will screw with my work schedule if I’m to get hired by anyone in the next week. Not to mention that we’re going to the middle of the desert (El Paso, Texas and Juarez, Mexico to be exact) in July. I’m going to die. Or at least suffer miserably. I’m not sure which is worse. Yes, yes, I know I lived in Texas for almost eight years. I hated it then, too. I doubt much has changed.

Anyways, I hope I’m not expected to suffer immensely in the interest of helping others. I think I can help other people better when I’m not dying. If anyone tells me I need to suffer like Jesus did (yes, unfortunately it’s a Christian mission trip; we’re going to convert the Mexicans!), I know exactly what I’m going to tell them…and I won’t mention it here because of the kiddies. It’s bad enough what they see on cable TV.

If I don’t come back from Mexico, I bequeath my Xanga to Ian, who will undoubtedly Trekify it beyond recognition. Hmm, maybe I should rethink that bit…

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Interview time

Happy 4th of July, everyone!

So, I got my AP test scores back yesterday. I was actually pleasantly surprised to find that I got a 4 on the AP Calculus test. Pretty sweet. That means I get placement into MATH 124 (Calculus with analytic geometry, or some such) as well as five credits towards that class. Yay, more calculus…

Today, I also have a job interview at Haggen. Well, it’s an open interview, so anyone with an application can walk right in and be interviewed, so it’s not really that special. But at least it’s something. I still can’t believe Target hasn’t gotten back to me. I’m fairly sure they’re not going to hire me. I seem to be cursed in the job-hunting department. It usually goes like this:

Me: I see you’re hiring. Can I get an application?
Manager: Sure, here you go.
Me: *fills out application* All right, here’s my application. When can I get an interview?
Manager: Right now! Come on in.
Me: Great!
Manager: *does brief inteview* Well, I’ve reviewed your application, but I’m afraid we don’t have any positions available at this time.
Me: But your sign says you’re hiring!
Manager: Yes, but you applied for cashier, and we don’t need any more cashiers.
Me: Can I apply for any available position, then?
Manager: Yes…we’ll get back to you later, all right?
Me: Okay, sure.

And then they never speak to me again. It never fails. I apply nearly everywhere with a “Now Hiring” sign. Sometimes I get lucky enough to actually get an interview. Sometimes. And even then, it’s doubtful that I’ll get hired. I think it’s because I always look angry, even though I try my hardest to smile during interviews.

I don’t know. But it sure bugs the hell out of me when I hear about some friend of mine with just as little experience getting a job at Target or Fred Meyer days after applying, when it takes me months just to hear that they don’t have any positions for me.

Oh well. Maybe I’ll get lucky at Haggen this time. It is, after all, the third time I’ve applied. I guess we’ll see.

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