Why are you interested in this position? Why do you think? Because I am fascinated by the fast paced world of shirt folding? Because filing fulfills some gaping emptiness in my soul? Maybe because I just really love dealing with irrationally angry people.
I don't actually like lying to people. Most of the time, anyway. I mean sure, it can be fun to see how ridiculous your story can get before someone calls you on it, but these little institutional application lies aren't nearly as interesting.
I am interested in this position because I like to eat. I like to live in a house and have internet and TV, even if the TV (now with an antenna!) only has five versions of PBS and the religion channel. I like to buy books, and occasionally wear clothes that aren't left over from when I was in high school, and having this position would allow me to continue to do these things.
I am additionally interested in this position because it offers health insurance, and I am getting married soon and won't be covered by my oh-so-patient parents any more. This position would get me out of the house and make me actually be productive with my free time, because I can't deal with a lack of structure and I am bad at imposing it on myself. This position would let me spend the summer somewhere with air conditioning, and maybe someday allow me to have air conditioning of my very own.
Just kidding. I am interested in this position because the fast paced world of sales has always appealed to me. I'm a real people person.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Friday, June 18, 2010
Up, Over and Around
This week has been all about the travel. I got an email on Monday from the woman who is officiating at my wedding in August, saying that she could meet with us on Wednesday in Great Falls to talk about the ceremony. As neither I nor my husband-elect is currently employed, it wasn't a huge deal to schedule a last minute trip to Great Falls, and we had to do other wedding/reception planning stuff there anyway. So we loaded up on Tuesday and headed out.
Wednesday was an exciting day of wading around town--it was pouring--confirming our spot at the KOA for the reception, choosing a spot in my grandma's back yard for the actual wedding, finding absolutely the shortest marriage service possible, and scoping out potential places to register. We also managed to hit a class at the gym.
Even before the trip to Great Falls we had planned to travel this week. My (non-yard having) grandmother died in March, and today there was a memorial in Bozeman. So Thursday morning we got back in the car and drove through more rain. My mother and I took the opportunity to go dress shopping--I'm not doing a traditional wedding dress, but I do want to get something nice. Unfortunately, I have been able to find dresses that fit, are the right color, the right shape, or the right fabric, but never all at the right time. Bozeman, like Great Falls and Missoula, didn't have anything quite right. I am starting to get concerned.
Today was the memorial, which involved a larger gathering of my dad's side of the family than there has been in quite some time. It even stopped raining, though it never quite got warm.
Then there was more driving. And now I am home, and I think I am going to eat a bowl of cereal and go to bed, and not drive my car again for a while. We are going to have to go back to Great Falls sometime soon because we still need a marriage license, but right now? I am glad to be home.
Wednesday was an exciting day of wading around town--it was pouring--confirming our spot at the KOA for the reception, choosing a spot in my grandma's back yard for the actual wedding, finding absolutely the shortest marriage service possible, and scoping out potential places to register. We also managed to hit a class at the gym.
Even before the trip to Great Falls we had planned to travel this week. My (non-yard having) grandmother died in March, and today there was a memorial in Bozeman. So Thursday morning we got back in the car and drove through more rain. My mother and I took the opportunity to go dress shopping--I'm not doing a traditional wedding dress, but I do want to get something nice. Unfortunately, I have been able to find dresses that fit, are the right color, the right shape, or the right fabric, but never all at the right time. Bozeman, like Great Falls and Missoula, didn't have anything quite right. I am starting to get concerned.
Today was the memorial, which involved a larger gathering of my dad's side of the family than there has been in quite some time. It even stopped raining, though it never quite got warm.
Then there was more driving. And now I am home, and I think I am going to eat a bowl of cereal and go to bed, and not drive my car again for a while. We are going to have to go back to Great Falls sometime soon because we still need a marriage license, but right now? I am glad to be home.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
SO SAD
We have a TV, but it is not hooked up to anything but a DVD player. I reallyreally want to watch the World Cup. These things do not go well together. My life is SO HARD.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Settling in
I've been in Missoula for four days. Mostly it's been rainy. Yesterday I climbed the M (there's a mountain with a giant M on it. There is a trail up to the M. It is a thing). Also climbing were about 200 schoolchildren. This is the last week of school here, and apparently that is what is done.
I fell down a mountain when I was pretty young, and ever since I have been a fairly cautious hiker. The M trail is not exactly backcountry, but there are some fairly steep places and, like I said, I am cautious. Do you know who is not cautious, nor willing to put up with people who are? 200 schoolchildren. It was terrifying.
Aside from death defying mountaineering, things are fairly low key. I am jobhunting like a mad thing--not only does not having an income give me hives, I don't know what to do with this much free time. I am trying to write my latest masterpiece (at some point I will do a post on Novels I Have Written, so that my genius can be better understood), but I am bad at imposing structure on myself--give me an action packed schedule and I will knock out 2000 words a day, but free time? Useless.
On the plus side, I have been able to experiment with new cookie recipes, so if nothing else I see a promising future in the weight-gaining industry.
I fell down a mountain when I was pretty young, and ever since I have been a fairly cautious hiker. The M trail is not exactly backcountry, but there are some fairly steep places and, like I said, I am cautious. Do you know who is not cautious, nor willing to put up with people who are? 200 schoolchildren. It was terrifying.
Aside from death defying mountaineering, things are fairly low key. I am jobhunting like a mad thing--not only does not having an income give me hives, I don't know what to do with this much free time. I am trying to write my latest masterpiece (at some point I will do a post on Novels I Have Written, so that my genius can be better understood), but I am bad at imposing structure on myself--give me an action packed schedule and I will knock out 2000 words a day, but free time? Useless.
On the plus side, I have been able to experiment with new cookie recipes, so if nothing else I see a promising future in the weight-gaining industry.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
The Sandbox Saga, Part 3
The slavers took The Princess and her Friend, now semi-immortal and a hundred years away from home, to Treetown, after cruelly shaving their heads* and tattooing them**. Treetown, you may remember, was a decorative crabapple in the middle of my back yard, about midway between the back door and the sandbox, making it the perfect trading outpost. The tree had a lot of chest-height limbs that were big enough to make into roads, and I was able to construct a number of nests and platforms that served as homes and public businesses. The general concept was straight-up lifted from Zilpha Keatly Snyder's Green Sky trilogy, but it worked.
The girls were sold to the feral children (yes, that is how I referred to them. The Feral Children would be an excellent band name, just so you know), the cabbage patch minis descended from Lizzie and her gang of orphan runaways. The tribe was in Treetown stocking up on the fruit--which were as big as the dolls' heads--which was crucial to their survival over the winter. They took the Princess and Her Friend back to the desert--a long and perilous journey--and eventually the group arrived at Summercastle.
Summercastle was extremely cool. Originally it was named because it was a castle that was rebuilt every summer, since it is tricky for a sandcastle to stand up to several feet of snow for more than a month. Eventually though, I discovered the proper balance of clay, sand, and straw to build a sandcastle that would last for years. It was pretty simple--a big pile of mud with a big cave dug out of the front and two smaller ones up on the sides. Once the basic structure was dry, I was able to add walls and a few embellishments, but for the most part it was a solid sun-brick fortress that took up an entire corner of the sandbox.
It was the feral children's stronghold. The dolls with speaking parts lived there. To one side there was a temple, a similar, if smaller, building with a flat rock alter in the front so that sacrifices could be made. Across from the temple were the slave barracks--a literal hole in the ground which was occupied when the girls arrived by a full sized Barbie who had been captured by the feral children a few years before.
In a wacky coincidence of the sort eight-year-olds are full of, this doll was also deposed royalty. She was the former queen of a small country to the west of the desert, who had escaped after a coup lead by her son. She planned to go to Treetown to look for help, but the feral children found her first.
The next few days were fairly uneventful, until the Queen told the Princess and her Friend about her plans for escape.
*There was nothing more satisfying than shaving a barbie's head. Nothing. I think I had one who managed to avoid this fate, but she was a prostitute. All the others were soldiers, or assassins, or captured royalty--occupations that clearly called for a shaved head.
**Tattooing was also very exciting. It involved using a needle to punch holes in barbie faces and legs and then pushing chalk or charcoal in with a toothpick. I was also very into branding them--pull the copper strip out of a ruler and bend it into a pattern, then heat it up in a candle and apply to a Barbie leg. It smelled awful, but made my dolls look hardcore.***
***Don't try this at home.
The girls were sold to the feral children (yes, that is how I referred to them. The Feral Children would be an excellent band name, just so you know), the cabbage patch minis descended from Lizzie and her gang of orphan runaways. The tribe was in Treetown stocking up on the fruit--which were as big as the dolls' heads--which was crucial to their survival over the winter. They took the Princess and Her Friend back to the desert--a long and perilous journey--and eventually the group arrived at Summercastle.
Summercastle was extremely cool. Originally it was named because it was a castle that was rebuilt every summer, since it is tricky for a sandcastle to stand up to several feet of snow for more than a month. Eventually though, I discovered the proper balance of clay, sand, and straw to build a sandcastle that would last for years. It was pretty simple--a big pile of mud with a big cave dug out of the front and two smaller ones up on the sides. Once the basic structure was dry, I was able to add walls and a few embellishments, but for the most part it was a solid sun-brick fortress that took up an entire corner of the sandbox.
It was the feral children's stronghold. The dolls with speaking parts lived there. To one side there was a temple, a similar, if smaller, building with a flat rock alter in the front so that sacrifices could be made. Across from the temple were the slave barracks--a literal hole in the ground which was occupied when the girls arrived by a full sized Barbie who had been captured by the feral children a few years before.
In a wacky coincidence of the sort eight-year-olds are full of, this doll was also deposed royalty. She was the former queen of a small country to the west of the desert, who had escaped after a coup lead by her son. She planned to go to Treetown to look for help, but the feral children found her first.
The next few days were fairly uneventful, until the Queen told the Princess and her Friend about her plans for escape.
*There was nothing more satisfying than shaving a barbie's head. Nothing. I think I had one who managed to avoid this fate, but she was a prostitute. All the others were soldiers, or assassins, or captured royalty--occupations that clearly called for a shaved head.
**Tattooing was also very exciting. It involved using a needle to punch holes in barbie faces and legs and then pushing chalk or charcoal in with a toothpick. I was also very into branding them--pull the copper strip out of a ruler and bend it into a pattern, then heat it up in a candle and apply to a Barbie leg. It smelled awful, but made my dolls look hardcore.***
***Don't try this at home.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Future Time
In three days I will be unemployed. No more grant money, no more job. I knew it was coming, but it still makes me very, very nervous.
In five days I will be moving to an old new town. I went to college there, but now I'll just be living. Scary, but I have a wonderful fiance on my team, so it should be OK.
In just over two months I will be married. I am excited, and terrified, and dismayed at how huge the plans have gotten.
In not quite four months I will start grad school, start work on a degree that will hopefully let me settle into a career I actually enjoy. Novel idea.
I hope the time until I find a new job can be measured in days or weeks, not months.
I hope the weather is nice in August.
I hope these last three days go well.
In five days I will be moving to an old new town. I went to college there, but now I'll just be living. Scary, but I have a wonderful fiance on my team, so it should be OK.
In just over two months I will be married. I am excited, and terrified, and dismayed at how huge the plans have gotten.
In not quite four months I will start grad school, start work on a degree that will hopefully let me settle into a career I actually enjoy. Novel idea.
I hope the time until I find a new job can be measured in days or weeks, not months.
I hope the weather is nice in August.
I hope these last three days go well.
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