Domestic Geek

Feeling a little dreary today. It's cold, it's cloudy and I've got cramps. Yuck. I'm tempted to go crawl back into bed and warm up.

My boss is psycho. He got pissy with me yesteday because the client's ad he wanted me to update used fonts not installed on my machine and I asked on which machine the ad had been created so I could either do the revision on that machine or copy the font to my machine. He snapped at me, "Nevermind, I'll make the changes myself." Geez, like it's my fault you've got different fonts on all your damned machines. You're also not a designer, so I know you couldn't do it yourself. If you could, you woudln't need to pay us. Loser. Can't wait until I don't work there anymore.

I rented those Firefly discs to check out. I've gotten through one episode and I'm not impressed so far. In fact, I'm quite bored by it. If I haven't changed my opinion by the time I'm though with the first disc, I'm sending both discs back and removing the rest from my queue. Time is too precious to waste on stuff that doesn't interest me.

All right...I'll think I'll head over to The Container Store instead of going to bed. I need to see how much it costs to get some racks to better utilize space in my cabinets. I'm tired of all of the wasted space above my mugs.

For reasons I can't go into here, I'm not at work yet. I'm really not wanting to go there anymore. I think I'm allergic to the incense he must burn or something. Either that, or there's mold/mildew in the basement where we work. I expressed my frustration with working there to the old teacher that got me the job. She doesn't blame me one bit for not wanting to stay. I did tell her I will stick it out until the publication goes to print so as not to get her in a bind. It turns out that is not until the first Friday in October. So, a little over two weeks away. I was originally told Sept. 22, then the last week of September. Nobody there can get their stories straight. Grrr.

I need help from all of you out there. My resume was sent to a screen printer on Monday. I really, REALLY want to work there. It's very close to I-70 so on a good day, the drive will be less than a half hour. I sent a follow-up email on Tuesday with some samples of my work. Now, I just need to be called in for an interview. That's where you guys come in: Concentrate all of the positive energy and thoughts/prayers you can spare my way for me to get this job. Thanks in advance for your help!

I got an email from a place that the placement woman had sent my resume to last week:

Thank you for responding to the production artist position at xxxxxxxxxxxx. We received your resume and will be contacting you within the next few weeks to let you know what further action we would like to take. We appreciate your interest and look forward to speaking with you soon.

Um, ok. The next few weeks? How long do you expect me to stay underemployed? This is so stupid. The holidays are coming up , people. My unemployment checks will run out sooner than later. I want to work NOW!

At least I've got the season premieres of The Office and CSI tonight. I can't wait for this evening.

Well, I got my first paycheck from the new job today. It turns out I'm not an employee, (see, you shouldn't assume anything) but a contractor. Wish that had been explained up front. So, no taxes paid on my behalf and I'm gonna be fucked at the end of the year. Last I checked, even contractors around here made more than $12/hr. Top that off with the frustration I was feeling of trying to talk to the client whose menu they were having me do that doesn't really speak English. Yeah, not worth what they're paying.

Stupid me. Like I said, once this magazine of theirs goes to press, I'm done. I'd almost go back to my old job over this one (if they'd move to Castle Rock).

I just got back from an appointment I had with the placement person at my old school. She claimed to have a whole slew of new opportunities. Fact was, there was only one job that fit what I was looking for and I had already seen that on Monster. It's a production artist position that pays $8/hr. You know, McDonald's employees make about that. I was making that wage as a phone person at a pizza place three years ago. So glad I wasted money on getting an education.

So, I drove over to the place where I'm working only to find nobody there to let me in. This whole situation is stupid. I realized after the second day I didn't want to work there. I really need to talk to the owner and get out of this. I don't need a stupid workplace on top of everything else going on right now.