Everyday Adventures
Sep. 4th, 2008 08:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
daidoji_giseiI survived my wild weekend in that pit of debauchery known as South Sioux City, but I haven't yet shaken the tiredness. I am hoping that getting to bed at something resembling a reasonable hour tonight and tomorrow night will help things out, as I have a long list of things that I really do need to get done. Meanwhile, here I set down the notable events of the last few days.
Yesterday I was on the way to buy a new bus pass and decided that since I had the time I'd see what the local thrift had in their craft section. What they had was a whole lot of fabulous: crammed into a grab-bag I found 3 balls of 100% mohair yarn and what looks like a quarter of a sweater knitted out of the same yarn--all for $1.99! I almost felt guilty going up to the register to pay. The (very small) downside is that it is a red color that is a tiny bit too orangey for me to be completely happy with it, but I have some time to decide what to do about that. I could just buy some dye and over-dye it, and still have incredibly cheap yarn. Mmmmm, mohair....
Afterwards I met up with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cassandra_e so that we could hang out. After having dinner with the family we dropped her kids off at their clubs and went on a Quest For Groceries. She is the editor of a small game company and spent all of August either preparing for Gencon, being at Gencon, or recovering from Gencon, so you can imagine how bare her pantry was. We filled up two ginormous grocery carts full of food--I think it took us about 2 hours. Happily, we didn't have to hurry as her husband was in charge of picking up the kids. You can get a lot of catch-up talking done in two hours of grocery shopping!
Also, I was able to do some laundry before/after shopping. This was important to me for the obvious reason (clean clothes, in the nick of time!) but also because I am working on a new felted crochet project. (Technically, it's fulled but I'm not going to go there.) The bag felted nicely but the flower did nothing--can't win them all.
Today on the way home I found a wallet. It was quite accidental--I had gotten off the bus and was putting on my backpack when I noticed it lying on the grass in front of me. I pondered what to do about it, as it felt very peculiar to pick up someone elses wallet and walk off with it, but it had the man's drivers license and social security card in it, and I just couldn't leave it lying where someone with bad intentions could find it. When I got home I checked the phone book looking for the name, but came up empty. After further thought I called the police help desk and asked the officer on duty for advice. He fiddled around with the LPD data base for a bit and came up empty, so he said he'd send a patrol officer over to pick it up and they'd take over the project. This was in my opinion, a perfect plan, as it meant that I didn't have to invest any more effort in it.
However exciting that was, however, it takes second place to something that happened this afternoon at work: I received the worst job application EVAR. No, really. EVAR.
Gentle reader, if you are applying for a job it is not really necessary to insert the application form and extra documentation into a folder that you have specially decorated with magic markers and glitter.
And when the form asks for the names and addresses of your last three employers, it is not necessary to include a three-page typed document that narrates every job you have ever had, starting in third grade. Also, it is very not necessary to mention that one job didn't work out because you wouldn't sleep with the other employees. (Saying that you are 'just keeping it real' does not excuse this. Really.)
And it is really not a good idea to include a photocopy of the five page cover letter that you wrote out longhand on lined notebook paper from your previous attempt to apply for a job at this business. Especially when the letter contains swear words. (No, I don't care that you wrote '%#$#!' instead of the actual word. If you didn't want to write out the word you shouldn't have included it.) Very especially if the letter says, in part, that you should be hired because you are a special snowflake who really needs a job and that the other applicants are less-special snowflakes who can make do with getting jobs at main-stream coffeehouses. (I am not making up the coffeehouse bit, btw.)
There is more, but my brain can contain no more than this. My two immediate impulses were to make personally sure that no other manager would hire this person by accident, and to sit the person down and explain that they were sabotaging themselves. The first is going along nicely; I am still mulling over the question of if the second is really a good idea. It attracts my humanitarian impluses, and yet seems fraught with potential unpleasantness. I shall sleep on it.
In the meantime, tomorrow will be taken up with baking and setting up interviews. I've decided to use this to give my assistant manager more experience in interviewing and hiring, so I'll go over the applications with her before making the calls. And in typing this out I've realized that I want to start interview Monday, but she doesn't work on Mondays...arg. Must consult with her on this in the morning; now I need to start thinking about getting to bed.
Yesterday I was on the way to buy a new bus pass and decided that since I had the time I'd see what the local thrift had in their craft section. What they had was a whole lot of fabulous: crammed into a grab-bag I found 3 balls of 100% mohair yarn and what looks like a quarter of a sweater knitted out of the same yarn--all for $1.99! I almost felt guilty going up to the register to pay. The (very small) downside is that it is a red color that is a tiny bit too orangey for me to be completely happy with it, but I have some time to decide what to do about that. I could just buy some dye and over-dye it, and still have incredibly cheap yarn. Mmmmm, mohair....
Afterwards I met up with
cassandra_e so that we could hang out. After having dinner with the family we dropped her kids off at their clubs and went on a Quest For Groceries. She is the editor of a small game company and spent all of August either preparing for Gencon, being at Gencon, or recovering from Gencon, so you can imagine how bare her pantry was. We filled up two ginormous grocery carts full of food--I think it took us about 2 hours. Happily, we didn't have to hurry as her husband was in charge of picking up the kids. You can get a lot of catch-up talking done in two hours of grocery shopping!Also, I was able to do some laundry before/after shopping. This was important to me for the obvious reason (clean clothes, in the nick of time!) but also because I am working on a new felted crochet project. (Technically, it's fulled but I'm not going to go there.) The bag felted nicely but the flower did nothing--can't win them all.
Today on the way home I found a wallet. It was quite accidental--I had gotten off the bus and was putting on my backpack when I noticed it lying on the grass in front of me. I pondered what to do about it, as it felt very peculiar to pick up someone elses wallet and walk off with it, but it had the man's drivers license and social security card in it, and I just couldn't leave it lying where someone with bad intentions could find it. When I got home I checked the phone book looking for the name, but came up empty. After further thought I called the police help desk and asked the officer on duty for advice. He fiddled around with the LPD data base for a bit and came up empty, so he said he'd send a patrol officer over to pick it up and they'd take over the project. This was in my opinion, a perfect plan, as it meant that I didn't have to invest any more effort in it.
However exciting that was, however, it takes second place to something that happened this afternoon at work: I received the worst job application EVAR. No, really. EVAR.
Gentle reader, if you are applying for a job it is not really necessary to insert the application form and extra documentation into a folder that you have specially decorated with magic markers and glitter.
And when the form asks for the names and addresses of your last three employers, it is not necessary to include a three-page typed document that narrates every job you have ever had, starting in third grade. Also, it is very not necessary to mention that one job didn't work out because you wouldn't sleep with the other employees. (Saying that you are 'just keeping it real' does not excuse this. Really.)
And it is really not a good idea to include a photocopy of the five page cover letter that you wrote out longhand on lined notebook paper from your previous attempt to apply for a job at this business. Especially when the letter contains swear words. (No, I don't care that you wrote '%#$#!' instead of the actual word. If you didn't want to write out the word you shouldn't have included it.) Very especially if the letter says, in part, that you should be hired because you are a special snowflake who really needs a job and that the other applicants are less-special snowflakes who can make do with getting jobs at main-stream coffeehouses. (I am not making up the coffeehouse bit, btw.)
There is more, but my brain can contain no more than this. My two immediate impulses were to make personally sure that no other manager would hire this person by accident, and to sit the person down and explain that they were sabotaging themselves. The first is going along nicely; I am still mulling over the question of if the second is really a good idea. It attracts my humanitarian impluses, and yet seems fraught with potential unpleasantness. I shall sleep on it.
In the meantime, tomorrow will be taken up with baking and setting up interviews. I've decided to use this to give my assistant manager more experience in interviewing and hiring, so I'll go over the applications with her before making the calls. And in typing this out I've realized that I want to start interview Monday, but she doesn't work on Mondays...arg. Must consult with her on this in the morning; now I need to start thinking about getting to bed.
