automasochistic tendencies
Sep. 8th, 2004 08:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Internet connection has been iffy and I have been correspondingly lazy. Betas...? Haven't done them. Will do
shaggirl's posthaste. Well, after I get some ice cream.
Rode my bike today. Headwinds both directions - so unfair. The gleeful monster in my head kept taunting and goading: It's just pain, you big, stupid baby. Eventually it will stop. Pedal harder! Did a few laps around the parking area just to let my body reabsorb the lactic acid (funny, but I don't enjoy puking). Would have forced myself to ride another long loop along the trail except my vision was going hazy from overexertion. It's probably just as well I don't have a riding friend; I'm not a fun person to ride with. I'm...automasochistic, I suppose. Because, see, if anyone else tries to hurt me, I'll kill them.
I'm trying to organize myself a bit for even just registering with temp agencies. I am looking at my resume with trepidation and, frankly, disinterest. Part of me is trying to imagine what I want for a "career," and the other part is just thinking, "fuck it." My resume looks...preposterous. The document describes an uneducated secretary who somehow cured cancer for a few years. And there's the issue of the year and a half gap between last job and the present day, as well as the fact that I'm not sure I can count on my last job to give me anything other than a lackluster review for a number of irritating reasons that are completely unrelated to my actual job performance.
I could not sleep last night for worrying just about the possible inadequacy of my resume. I finally fell asleep about 7:30 this morning, after moving from bed #1 to bed #2 to the couch and drinking some coffee. For whatever reason, drinking coffee seems to end the nervous insomnia in a manner akin to a brick to the head. Or so I'm guessing.
On top of my anxiety, you would not believe how little employers here think they need to pay people. For some reason, there is a mass delusion that $7/hr is a living wage. I made $23/hr or so at my last job. I know I can't make that here, much less while temping, but it seems like an insult to expect someone to actually care about the effort they put in for your business when you obviously don't value the work, either.
My reasons for wanting a job at all:
1. Make Mr. Glove happy and contribute to household in some way.
2. Be able to justify having some of the brand-new emerald-green leather goods from Coach.
That's it. I have no further goals that I believe can be achieved via paid employment.
Just deleted a number of boring paragraphs about the minutiae of my life. As it is, I have been leaking friends from my list like sand through a sieve, probably because I talk too much about things other than Smallville. Fine. Be that way.
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Rode my bike today. Headwinds both directions - so unfair. The gleeful monster in my head kept taunting and goading: It's just pain, you big, stupid baby. Eventually it will stop. Pedal harder! Did a few laps around the parking area just to let my body reabsorb the lactic acid (funny, but I don't enjoy puking). Would have forced myself to ride another long loop along the trail except my vision was going hazy from overexertion. It's probably just as well I don't have a riding friend; I'm not a fun person to ride with. I'm...automasochistic, I suppose. Because, see, if anyone else tries to hurt me, I'll kill them.
I'm trying to organize myself a bit for even just registering with temp agencies. I am looking at my resume with trepidation and, frankly, disinterest. Part of me is trying to imagine what I want for a "career," and the other part is just thinking, "fuck it." My resume looks...preposterous. The document describes an uneducated secretary who somehow cured cancer for a few years. And there's the issue of the year and a half gap between last job and the present day, as well as the fact that I'm not sure I can count on my last job to give me anything other than a lackluster review for a number of irritating reasons that are completely unrelated to my actual job performance.
I could not sleep last night for worrying just about the possible inadequacy of my resume. I finally fell asleep about 7:30 this morning, after moving from bed #1 to bed #2 to the couch and drinking some coffee. For whatever reason, drinking coffee seems to end the nervous insomnia in a manner akin to a brick to the head. Or so I'm guessing.
On top of my anxiety, you would not believe how little employers here think they need to pay people. For some reason, there is a mass delusion that $7/hr is a living wage. I made $23/hr or so at my last job. I know I can't make that here, much less while temping, but it seems like an insult to expect someone to actually care about the effort they put in for your business when you obviously don't value the work, either.
My reasons for wanting a job at all:
1. Make Mr. Glove happy and contribute to household in some way.
2. Be able to justify having some of the brand-new emerald-green leather goods from Coach.
That's it. I have no further goals that I believe can be achieved via paid employment.
Just deleted a number of boring paragraphs about the minutiae of my life. As it is, I have been leaking friends from my list like sand through a sieve, probably because I talk too much about things other than Smallville. Fine. Be that way.
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Date: 2004-09-08 07:12 pm (UTC)I sweat to god, I read your whole post, and I do hope everything works out well with the resume and the job, but all I can seem to grasp is:
ooooo! Pretty!Green!Coach bags!
Thanks for the link!
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Date: 2004-09-08 11:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-08 07:17 pm (UTC)And Coach merchandise is well worth having a job for.
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Date: 2004-09-08 11:40 pm (UTC)I have a bunch of Coach bags, but all except for two are black. Okay, just saying that makes me feel like a greedy leather ho. But I still want more in COLORS.
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Date: 2004-09-08 07:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-08 11:44 pm (UTC)I wish there were a well-paying job writing porn that I could apply for.
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Date: 2004-09-08 07:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-08 11:47 pm (UTC)It's a lot easier for me to justify a fancy green purse if I go out into society on a more regular basis, and getting some sort of work would certainly facilitate the out-and-about idea...
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Date: 2004-09-08 08:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-08 11:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-08 09:14 pm (UTC)As it is, I have been leaking friends from my list like sand through a sieve
Yup. Me too. I figure it's a combination of lack of SV content and, well, lack of any content these days.
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Date: 2004-09-08 11:51 pm (UTC)I tend to think that "liking Smallville" is the least-interesting thing about anyone on my f-list.
And I can't imagine anyone not being interested in Pun.
p.s. what did you think of the televised TKD during the Olympics? I enjoyed it, but I had some issues with the commentators and all that entails...
why don't you ask me what I *reeeally* think?
Date: 2004-09-09 07:34 am (UTC)Moon's matches were awesome, of course. The final was exciting for the knockout, but I prefered his first round because we got to see him in action more.
As for the commentary, it was awful!! First of all why did he keep saying "turning back kick"? What the hell is a turning back kick?! You always have to turn to do a back kick. How else would one do it? I think he maybe meant step-forward back kick, but it was just so dumb!
And then with all the boxing comparisons. A hopping roundhouse isn't a jab! It's a hopping roundhouse. If you want to jab, you JAB! We have punching. Not to the face, mind you, but that's because we're not wearing gloves!
Which brings me to my primary point, which is that basically it seemed like the announcers were very defensive of TKD and wanted to keep assuring viewers that we're not a bunch of pussies. I felt like all the boxing analogies were part of that, plus how he kept saying how much it hurts to be kicked. I mean, DUH! I don't know what it would be like to turn on my t.v. and see TKD sparring for the first time, but I can't imagine it would really look all that easy and pain-free. I mean, does the chest protector really look all that substantial? Let me tell ya', it ain't! Boxers wear gloves, no one accuses them of being soft.
So yeah, all I can say is, if you think Tae Kwon Do-ists are pussies, why don't you come over here and say that to my face! Or better yet, why don't you go say it to Moon Dae-Sung's face. (not you, you, jed, but the American viewers you)
Heh. So yes, my answer to that couldn't have possibly failed to be long and belligerent. Tell me more about your impressions.
Re: why don't you ask me what I *reeeally* think?
Date: 2004-09-09 12:02 pm (UTC)So. I may have missed some sort of great intro to TKD due to simply turning on the TV a few minutes late, but that still wouldn't explain the commentators pretty much ignoring TKD entirely in favor of boxing and apologies.
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Date: 2004-09-09 08:13 am (UTC)Yes, I have been getting the "are you ever going to get a job" speech, but I am firmly holding to my answer: "NO!"
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Date: 2004-09-09 12:09 pm (UTC)Also, I have so not written a novel in this year and a half, which was one of the things I thought (vaguely) I might do. I've written a novel's worth of stuff, but that isn't exactly the same thing (again, unfortunately). As is so apparent from reading my list, having a job (temp or permanent) is no impediment to writing full-time ;)