Burning Clock
May. 18th, 2005 05:41 pmNo phone call today either. Very depressing. In the last week I've sent out resumes to Columbia, Random House, the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention, the New York Kennel Club, a couple literary firms, a literary agent, a couple law firms, New School, Manhattan College, and a synogogue to name just a few. Someone out there has GOT to want me. Someone has to look at my resume and think "Hmm, this girl has got the right stuff. I want to meet her."
Elisabete went psycho on Sebastien today, doing the same thing to him that she did to me on Monday. Last week she told him we'd be closed this Saturday, so he planned his weekend accordingly. Then today she told him we would be open on Saturday. When he called her on the fuck up she yelled and chastised him for not checking the schedule, swearing to high heaven that she never told him we'd be closed. Now his weekend is screwed because she is an idiot. I have to get out of here.
Maybe I'll call in sick tomorrow and go have my physical. The sooner I get all the medical stuff out of the way, the sooner I can give notice.
The one thing I'll miss about the library, besides the NICE people, is having regular internet access. Without it I can't send out resumes, and since I still don't have a connection at my apartment, I'm gonna have to go over to Michael's and use his if I want to job hunt.
I'm in the midst of a major allergy attack.
I'll be honest, I'm scared of quitting. I'm terrified of not having any income. But with each passing day I'm presented with another example of Elisabete's grave mismanagement and I know I can't continue to take this shit.
I just wish I could find someone who wanted to hire me.
Elisabete went psycho on Sebastien today, doing the same thing to him that she did to me on Monday. Last week she told him we'd be closed this Saturday, so he planned his weekend accordingly. Then today she told him we would be open on Saturday. When he called her on the fuck up she yelled and chastised him for not checking the schedule, swearing to high heaven that she never told him we'd be closed. Now his weekend is screwed because she is an idiot. I have to get out of here.
Maybe I'll call in sick tomorrow and go have my physical. The sooner I get all the medical stuff out of the way, the sooner I can give notice.
The one thing I'll miss about the library, besides the NICE people, is having regular internet access. Without it I can't send out resumes, and since I still don't have a connection at my apartment, I'm gonna have to go over to Michael's and use his if I want to job hunt.
I'm in the midst of a major allergy attack.
I'll be honest, I'm scared of quitting. I'm terrified of not having any income. But with each passing day I'm presented with another example of Elisabete's grave mismanagement and I know I can't continue to take this shit.
I just wish I could find someone who wanted to hire me.
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Date: 2005-05-18 09:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-18 10:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-18 10:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-18 11:06 pm (UTC)I remember poverty. I know how much it sucks to lack income. I know how depressing and difficult it is. But I also know I can function at least a little better under that brand of stress than I can while being verbally abused on a daily basis.
Like I said a few posts back, I've been hanging in there for almost six months and I've gornw more and more despondant each day. My mental health is far more important than this job.
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Date: 2005-05-19 12:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-19 12:37 am (UTC)Here's a good project:
Date: 2005-05-19 12:39 am (UTC)Re: Here's a good project:
Date: 2005-05-19 12:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-19 02:35 am (UTC)This is my two cents, and I won't feel bad in ANY way if you don't go with it, because, well, shit, this is your thing.
Get the physical. Try for crappy retail, even. (Hey, that's where I'm at, and you can bitch people out behind closed doors and online, it's great.) Give two weeks. Sit down with your fellow chewed-out co-workers, bitch it all out, get it out of your system, and even if it won't do jack now, write a calm, detailed complaint without expletives [or mention of your friend with a baseball bat, barbed wire, rags and lighter fluid], send it anyway, all the way up the ladders. It'll be there in case someone wakes up.
Then go ahead with all the rage and fantastic imagination you have, and let go, and write. It can even be a crappy revenge poem like those written by Orange County Community College teachers who show up in their tweeds and 80-year-old corduroys with cat hair at poetry nights and write crappy response poems to their co-workers. "Okay, Stuart, here's a revenge poem for your accusatory poem from last week's Alcoholics Anonymous Poetry Slam Night" (H. Rollins). Send it around, if it doesn't make some prize money, it'll at least make people laugh, and aware.
Just promise me you won't end up taking a gig that requires you to dress up as Barney. Because I shoot that shit on sight.
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Date: 2005-05-19 04:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-19 04:05 pm (UTC)in other news, i sent you something so watch out for it.
in other other news, someone needs to tell heather frankland to enable to ability to comment on her LJ entries--i want to say hi.
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Date: 2005-05-19 06:07 pm (UTC)