a decision, a story and paaahnorama
good day.
this one's long. here goes:
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BORING NUMBER ONE
last night, i told my dad that i've decided to (try and) stay for another year. super hard - then, he started pushing for me to get another job as soon as possible, here or in texas. i was super defensive at first, thinking he was telling me to "come home now," but then recognized what he was trying to emphasize. what was the point in holding out until mid-july with my current job? what if i waited until june/july to find another job, and then couldn't find one? i'd be stuck, have to move back to san antonio with no money in my pocket and no health insurance. why not start to look now, and take a job if one shows its pretty face? i could still volunteer at my current place, and probably do more work in less time...
i'm bored as hell with my job, and completely frustrated with it. i took this position "to learn about the non-profit sector" and thought that meant i would gain skills - but what i've really gained is insights into the at times awful truth of non-profit politics. definitely good things to recognize, but i have gained nothing that i am able to market myself with. we havent heard from most of the grants yet - so who knows if im a "good" grantwriter. i'm just freaking bored, bored of writing, tired of feeling alone in this, tired of receiving minimal effort from my "bosses."
so im looking for another job now. skimming what's out there, and potentially putting up my resume by the end of next week. ive never done a full-on job search before, so figuring out how to go about it should be entertaining.
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BORING NUMBER TWO
about 3 weeks ago, i was conned out of a good amount of cash from some dude on the streets. first time ive given money away, and it was a doozy/doosey/whatthehelleva. don't want to get into the details (bc it makes me feel gross and ridiculous) - but basically he told me he was a student from alabama (had a costume of sorts - kkkakaahhhaki paaaants, alabama hat, accent) with a really elaborate story. so i gave him money. more money than he asked for.
since then, ive seen him every other day without fail - usually thugged out or wigged out on who knows what. and seeing him makes me feel grooooss. we recognize each other, but completely ignore each other on the streets.
two days ago, contact with him was unavoidable. i was lugging a huge mound of dirty laundry down the street, and saw him in my path - not facing me - wearing the getup and trying to con someone else. (the someone else was laughing at him, because his story was so freaking ridiculous). anyway, i had to say SOMEthing to him. so never losing my stride, i walked past and said, "Please go back to Alabama." and GLARED at him. he took on a look of total disbelief and shock, knew hed been caught and like a moron yelled, "i'm soooo soooorry" and not sarcastically. i looked back with my heap of clothing and glared at him again, gave him the "you did NOT just apologize to me" look.
anyway, some of the people lounging around my apartment really, really get to me. 99.45% of them don't at all, but there are the select few that just gross me out.
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the newest piece in my panorama-from-around-the-world-low-income style, thanks to jun (the kid from new zealand). it's of him, me and dolores park - a beautiful space a few blocks from my house... the photo's tiny, but i like it a lot:
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hope everyone is surviving and surviving well. miss you guys a lot, and wish i could see your faces more often... sorry this ones so long and bOOHring, bOOHring.
this one's long. here goes:
* * *
BORING NUMBER ONE
last night, i told my dad that i've decided to (try and) stay for another year. super hard - then, he started pushing for me to get another job as soon as possible, here or in texas. i was super defensive at first, thinking he was telling me to "come home now," but then recognized what he was trying to emphasize. what was the point in holding out until mid-july with my current job? what if i waited until june/july to find another job, and then couldn't find one? i'd be stuck, have to move back to san antonio with no money in my pocket and no health insurance. why not start to look now, and take a job if one shows its pretty face? i could still volunteer at my current place, and probably do more work in less time...
i'm bored as hell with my job, and completely frustrated with it. i took this position "to learn about the non-profit sector" and thought that meant i would gain skills - but what i've really gained is insights into the at times awful truth of non-profit politics. definitely good things to recognize, but i have gained nothing that i am able to market myself with. we havent heard from most of the grants yet - so who knows if im a "good" grantwriter. i'm just freaking bored, bored of writing, tired of feeling alone in this, tired of receiving minimal effort from my "bosses."
so im looking for another job now. skimming what's out there, and potentially putting up my resume by the end of next week. ive never done a full-on job search before, so figuring out how to go about it should be entertaining.
* * *
BORING NUMBER TWO
about 3 weeks ago, i was conned out of a good amount of cash from some dude on the streets. first time ive given money away, and it was a doozy/doosey/whatthehelleva. don't want to get into the details (bc it makes me feel gross and ridiculous) - but basically he told me he was a student from alabama (had a costume of sorts - kkkakaahhhaki paaaants, alabama hat, accent) with a really elaborate story. so i gave him money. more money than he asked for.
since then, ive seen him every other day without fail - usually thugged out or wigged out on who knows what. and seeing him makes me feel grooooss. we recognize each other, but completely ignore each other on the streets.
two days ago, contact with him was unavoidable. i was lugging a huge mound of dirty laundry down the street, and saw him in my path - not facing me - wearing the getup and trying to con someone else. (the someone else was laughing at him, because his story was so freaking ridiculous). anyway, i had to say SOMEthing to him. so never losing my stride, i walked past and said, "Please go back to Alabama." and GLARED at him. he took on a look of total disbelief and shock, knew hed been caught and like a moron yelled, "i'm soooo soooorry" and not sarcastically. i looked back with my heap of clothing and glared at him again, gave him the "you did NOT just apologize to me" look.
anyway, some of the people lounging around my apartment really, really get to me. 99.45% of them don't at all, but there are the select few that just gross me out.
* * *
the newest piece in my panorama-from-around-the-world-low-income style, thanks to jun (the kid from new zealand). it's of him, me and dolores park - a beautiful space a few blocks from my house... the photo's tiny, but i like it a lot:
* * *
hope everyone is surviving and surviving well. miss you guys a lot, and wish i could see your faces more often... sorry this ones so long and bOOHring, bOOHring.
posted by jasembera at
10:22 AM
1 Comments:
ive never heard/seen the use of boring in one blog other than mine in a long time. fantastic use of the word "boring" however i don't think it sounds boring. also i think it is a good idea to get on that whole job thing sooner rather than later. getting ducks in rows and what not.
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