Faking a smile with the coffee to go
Polls completed this evening: 6
Calls made: ~190
Hours clocked between both jobs today: 8.75
Don't worry. I won't let the blog turn into a catalogue of statistics. Wouldn't want to go all Bridget Jones on you.
Bizarre encounter of the day:
I'm driving home from polling (my favorite time of day) with the stereo blasting (I'll tell you that it wasn't the Beatles or CCR, but in the interest of maintaining a little credibility I won't divulge what embarassing pop trifle I was howling to). Halfway down the mostly dark, mostly deserted road between Qpac and home, I see a youngish, fratish looking guy jogging, with a cell phone clenched uselessly in one hand, down the middle of the road. He's wearing a white t-shirt that says something about booze--"Booze Hound" or "Booze Jockey" or something like that. I slow down as I get closer, and he changes direction toward my car. The following conversation ensues as he approaches:
ME: You're not going to mug me, are you?
DUDE: What? Haha, no. Looks at me quizzically. Squints in the darkness, leaning forward to get a better look.
ME: Is everything OK?
DUDE with sudden recognition: Oh, whoa. I thought you were a friend of mine. Is this the way back to Qpac? gestures in the direction from which I came.
ME: Yeah, it is. Do you need a ride?
DUDE: Nah, nah, man, I'm cool.
ME: You're kind of scaring me.
DUDE: Hahaha. Pats me jovially on the shoulder; I flinch. Thanks a lot, buddy. Have a good one.
ME: No problem. You too.
Exeunt omnes.
I'm coming up against a few deadlines in the weeks ahead. The most sinister is the LSAT, which I've registered to take on June 12. I'm past the point of no return, so I need to start studying. Yikes. 167-170, here I come (I hope).
The other deadline, which is actually more of an ethereal set of deadlines, is AmeriCorps. I cleared a major hurdle today by securing my two references. All that's left to do is actually sift through the listings on the website and apply to the placements I'm interested in. I hope to apply all over the country--I've seen a lot of jobs around Seattle, and around Burlington, VT that I've liked. I'd like to browse the California listings, and maybe Philly and Minneapolis and the Rockies and the Southeast. It's a daunting task, especially since the website isn't the most user-friendly. But I'm determined to nail something fulfilling down ASAP, and by mid-summer at the latest, and AmeriCorps is my best hope.
Speaking of hopes, no word on the editorial assistant gig. Maybe it's because my cover letter was riddled with grammatical errors. Pretty brilliant of me, eh? It's like I'm trying to shoot myself in the foot.
And that's what's what.
PS-Though I've been listening to that lousy Daniel Powter song a lot lately (cf. the title of this post), that wasn't what was playing in the car on the way home.
Calls made: ~190
Hours clocked between both jobs today: 8.75
Don't worry. I won't let the blog turn into a catalogue of statistics. Wouldn't want to go all Bridget Jones on you.
Bizarre encounter of the day:
I'm driving home from polling (my favorite time of day) with the stereo blasting (I'll tell you that it wasn't the Beatles or CCR, but in the interest of maintaining a little credibility I won't divulge what embarassing pop trifle I was howling to). Halfway down the mostly dark, mostly deserted road between Qpac and home, I see a youngish, fratish looking guy jogging, with a cell phone clenched uselessly in one hand, down the middle of the road. He's wearing a white t-shirt that says something about booze--"Booze Hound" or "Booze Jockey" or something like that. I slow down as I get closer, and he changes direction toward my car. The following conversation ensues as he approaches:
ME: You're not going to mug me, are you?
DUDE: What? Haha, no. Looks at me quizzically. Squints in the darkness, leaning forward to get a better look.
ME: Is everything OK?
DUDE with sudden recognition: Oh, whoa. I thought you were a friend of mine. Is this the way back to Qpac? gestures in the direction from which I came.
ME: Yeah, it is. Do you need a ride?
DUDE: Nah, nah, man, I'm cool.
ME: You're kind of scaring me.
DUDE: Hahaha. Pats me jovially on the shoulder; I flinch. Thanks a lot, buddy. Have a good one.
ME: No problem. You too.
Exeunt omnes.
I'm coming up against a few deadlines in the weeks ahead. The most sinister is the LSAT, which I've registered to take on June 12. I'm past the point of no return, so I need to start studying. Yikes. 167-170, here I come (I hope).
The other deadline, which is actually more of an ethereal set of deadlines, is AmeriCorps. I cleared a major hurdle today by securing my two references. All that's left to do is actually sift through the listings on the website and apply to the placements I'm interested in. I hope to apply all over the country--I've seen a lot of jobs around Seattle, and around Burlington, VT that I've liked. I'd like to browse the California listings, and maybe Philly and Minneapolis and the Rockies and the Southeast. It's a daunting task, especially since the website isn't the most user-friendly. But I'm determined to nail something fulfilling down ASAP, and by mid-summer at the latest, and AmeriCorps is my best hope.
Speaking of hopes, no word on the editorial assistant gig. Maybe it's because my cover letter was riddled with grammatical errors. Pretty brilliant of me, eh? It's like I'm trying to shoot myself in the foot.
And that's what's what.
PS-Though I've been listening to that lousy Daniel Powter song a lot lately (cf. the title of this post), that wasn't what was playing in the car on the way home.
posted by temporarily unemployed at 21:39
4 Comments:
Was it Avril?
I'm surprised that aside from VT you're not considering any Americorps placements in the north-east. Any reason?
Dude, Avril's like so two years ago.
Also: Next post (coming soon) will address your second query.
HAHA! If i didn't know better i would have guessed Avril also.
Since you've been goooooneee!!!
~C
Blow my cover, why don't you?
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