Weekly Log - 20 through 26

Mon Apr 20

Got pulled out of bed to get bread and milk again. I don't get it. If the Kid Bro's up, why in the name of crow is it me who has to go?

Well apart from the aforementioned items, our fridge is empty. Mum got some money to I went out to get some chicken. Well, a lot of chicken. Enough to last for a few days. I spent my day listening to two songs by Aerosmith: Eat the Rich and Livin' on the Edge. If you don't think it's funny, try living in my shoes for a while. You'll see the joke.

Tue Apr 21

Some people don't believe I have a rotten, stinkin', filthy luck. Some people still doubt. So today's situation may be representative of how my luck works. Many of you know I have been unemployed since the beginning of times here, and that I send resumes everyday and hope for the best... so sometime during this morning, it hit me: what if I erase the college part off the resume? I mean, most counter jobs want someone with 9th grade, 12th grade... maybe I will have better chances if I erase this shit...

So I did. On the afternoon, around two o'clock, I received a call. They had been mailed my resume and wanted to see me tomorrow at four. Holy shit! If I had known it'd be this fast, by crow, college had gone to Hell eons ago! Academic pride my ass, I need money to pay my bills and eat!

Then around four I got another call. For another interview. On the same day. Two hours apart from the first. I would be thrilled, really, if one of those interviews wasn't in Devil's Hiney, Lisboa and the other in the local mall. And they are about one hour and a half to two hours apart. I don't know if I can make both... I'm gonna try, but I am really not sure I'm gonna make it to both.

See how my luck works? When I finally get a few breaks, they come in a cluster. Now I'm rooting for the job at the local mall, actually. Transportation pass is easier and if my out time is midnight, I'll get home sooner, even if I hate the mall with all my strength. Still, I'm gonna try to make both.

Wed Apr 22

Cluster city, here I go! I spoke to my Mum about the two interviews, she said the one in Lisboa is easily reached by car. But we don't have one, so I thought maybe we could ask Pops to lend us the car for the afternoon and once we were done, we'd get it back. We took the bus down to where he works (and where once I worked as well) and... he wasn't in. We waited an hour for him, and then decided to call him to know if it could be done. As it turns out, he lent someone his car yesterday. Just my luck.

So I went to the mall do to my interview, which got delayed about fifteen minutes. It went well, I think: by the time I got out, I had one hour to be in Lisboa. I made my way to the boat, and I realized this was gonna be impossible: the next boat would arrive ten minutes from my interview, and I still didn't know which bus to take to get there. I browsed my cellphone for the number of whoever was gonna interview me, so I could warn them that I had a previous appointment and ask if we could agree on meeting either later or the following day. It was a private number, however, and I couldn't call it.

So I didn't make it, as you can easily guess. I hate it when people get their numbers private. I got that a lot back when I worked telemarketing: people saying to stop calling because they won't take calls from private numbers. Well, first off, if you're talking to me to tell me you don't take calls from private numbers, you have already taken the call. Then, here is a little trivia for you: most hospitals, the fire department and the police all have private numbers. If someone you know went to the hospital and you're listed as their next of kin, the call warning you they're there is going to be made from a private number. And anyone, at any given time, can turn their number to private. So frankly... not taking calls from private numbers is too much of a risk for me.

Thu Apr 23

And the clusterfuck keeps coming. I swear to crow, if I had known I wasn't getting results because of college, I would have wiped that shit out of my resume from the start. I really can't believe this shit... if I write down my college years on the resume, I am either busted because I didn't get my degree, or busted because I have a few years' worth of college learning. This begs the question: if it doesn't make my life any easier in getting a job, why in tarnation did I spend five years and a lorryload of money on a higher education? Man, this country blows chunks.

This time, it's for a translation job. It is related to those technical texts I translated for Pops' friend a while ago. Remember, almost or actually a little over a month back? From what I gather it happened likeso: Pops' friend thinks the texts were mediocre to good. His partner, the one who actually owns the place, thinks they were pretty good. So they are giving some thought to hiring me: I passed the first phase of the hiring process, so to speak.

Also, I found a kitty. I had been hearing something meow for about an hour under my window, so I looked out to check what it was. Seeing a group of kids gathered around one of the electricity boxes, I decided to go downstairs and see what was happening. It wouldn't be the first time I find a group of brats hurting a small animal... not on my watch. As it turns out, a small kitty was stuck between the electricity box and the outer wall of the building. I suppose it's one of those stupid things cats do from time to time: crawl somewhere and then they can't get out, climb up somewhere and then they can't get down... anyway, I pulled the kitty out and brought it home with me. I doubt my Mum would agree to leave such a small cat on the street. It was probably abandoned: I doubt a cat this young would be around without a few siblings or the mother.

Fri Apr 24

Another Friday, another day sending resumes. There was an ad asking for "very beautiful people" to operate the reception at some bigshot hairdressing parlor. I was tempted to answer asking what their definition of "very beautiful" is. I usually complain about these people who let the way I look get in the way of the job I am supposed to do, but I can't say a lot if it's a hairdresser. After all, they sell image. I just wanted to know what is understood as "very beautiful" on their book - I know very well I wouldn't be getting that job.

Best part of my day was dinner with the guys. It'd been a while since I had some Chinese food and got the Hell out of the house. The only thing about it was that we had to go to the mall. By crow, I hate the mall. But hey, beggars can't be choosers, if it's to hang out with the friends, I don't care where it is.

Weekend Apr 25 - 26

Hobby-wise, a very productive weekend, if I may say so myself. I've watched several movies, some I had seen a while ago but didn't really recall (like The Changeling, 1980, not the one that came out last year and was directed by Clint Eastwood), some remakes for curiosity's sake (like Quarantine, which is a remake of the Spanish wonder REC) and some I had never seen before (like Antikörper, Germany, 2006. And this one left a bitter aftertaste in my mouth, since I already have confirmation it's in production as an American remake for 2010.) Hopefully, I will have plenty of reviewing material for the future. I would like to leave a very thankful nod to everyone in YouTube who posted them for our viewing pleasure, you shouldn't have to pay for a movie you're not sure you're gonna enjoy, you people rock.