Tuesday, December 29, 2009

The One Where I Need Something To Do

Two days in a row? What?

Still no work for me.

Today's thing is that yesterday, around 4, they brought me something to do. I was away from my desk at the time they brought it, so I had to, first of all, track down who had brought it to me. Once I found her, she gave me the Web site I needed to go to to get the job done, and gave me a user name and password. So I go to the Web site, and it comes up telling me I'm not allowed in. OK. I go back to said woman and ask her what to do. She gives me the number of the company to call to get it worked out. I call the number, and it is apparently a wrong one. Apparently this happens a lot, and I am given the correct number, as well as the instructions to send out an e-mail to everyone, letting them know that someone's giving out the wrong number.

I do not do this, as, one, I don't think that's really something for me to be doing and, two, I still don't have e-mail. Or a phone. When I called this guy, I had to use The Blonde One's phone, but then I had to resort to using my cell phone when her phone wouldn't reach to my desk.

I call the correct number and am on hold for 9,000 years. It's about 4:40 by this point, so I decide to hang up and call back this morning.

I get here this morning and call the correct number. Am only on hold for 4,500 years this time, and when I finally get through, I'm connected with this really bitchy woman. She asks me for the company name. I give it to her. She asks for my phone number. I tell her I don't have one. She asks me for my e-mail address. I tell her I don't have one. She's getting all Judgey McJudgerstein at this point, and when I tell her what they problem is, she's like, well, you're going to the wrong Web site. I tell her that's the site they gave me, and she's all, "Well, they're wrong."

She points me in the direction of the correct Web site, and when I get there and try to log in, it won't let me, telling my password isn't valid. "What do I do?" she asks. "Who gave you the password?" she asks. I tell her, and she said the person who gave it to me isn't qualified to give it to me, and gives me the name of two other people I can talk to. Unfortunately, I don't really know anyone here, so I have no clue who these people are. I go back to the original woman that gave me the password, she takes me over to the guy that I needed to talk to, and he says, yeah, most people have trouble getting in on their first try. Then he tells me he'll e-mail me a new password. I tell him I don't have e-mail, and he says he'll e-mail the other woman my new password.

That was. . .2 hours ago. Needless to say, I don't have a new password yet.

Today, I have Wikipedia'd things, talked to people online, looked up recipes, read updated blogs, and facebook stalked.

One might say this is actually an ideal thing, getting paid to do nothing, but I'm bored out of my mind right now. I'm kind of considering asking my temp place to find me something else, because these people clearly don't know why I'm here, or what I'm supposed to be doing.

Went to the mall last night. D found a Lego car hauler like he used to drive and was monumentally excited about it. We ducked in and out of some shops and stuff.

What I wish I had at this moment is a stove of my own. I've been finding all these recipes that begin by saying things like, "Preheat oven to 325." Well, no. I can't. I feel like I'd be so much more productive, meal-wise, if I had an oven.

Now I'm going to go look for more jobs. I've applied to like 3 today.

Monday, December 28, 2009

The One With Stuff About Christmas

Back again after holiday craziness.

Had a lovely Christmas Eve/Day/Etc. Received mostly gifts of the monetary-type (although my sister, K, gave me this cool framed/illustrated thing with the lyrics of Something Corporate's "I Woke Up in a Car," which was pretty badass.) M and J also gave me a year's worth of AAA. Whoo! That came in handy when I (stupidly) left the air running without the engine on (or something. . .D explained to me what had happened, and I'm still not convinced I know what the deal was.) A nice guy in a truck came out to my (then) place of work and jump started it for me. I probably could have seen if someone in the office had jumper cables, but, for one, the people there weren't terribly nice, two, I don't know how to USE jumper cables, and three, I mean, I have to get my AAA money's worth, right?
The job I'm in now (I don't know if I've actually written since starting here) is with a company I worked with before and swore I'd never work with again. But, obviously, that was lies. Because I'm here. And I'm doing. . .actually, I'm not certain what it is I'm supposed to be doing. I'm working in the credits and collections department, and I've had a couple of projects I've completed, but generally, people don't seem to know what to do with me. Gives me time to surf the Internet for. . .whatever. Today it was recipes and things to add to my Google Reader.

I got the sweetest Christmas card from K (not sister K. Pennsylvania K. PK.) that may or may not have made me tear up a little. (It did.) That was the only Christmas card I got this year (except the one from my aunt), so that was cool. I did this thing one year where I was part of a card exchange with this group on a message board I used to frequent. . .frequently. That was my first Christmas away from home after college, and I got, like, 25 cards from people I'd never met. It was awesome. I miss that board occasionally (after all, it's where I met PK), but it's kind of turned boring. At least, it had turned boring the last time I was there, which was quite a while ago.

I know I haven't put a lot of commentary into wedding planning, but that's because I haven't really been. . .planning our wedding. It's a money thing, still, so I'm kind of hesitant to try starting anything, as most things require a deposit, and deposits, I don't have. However, there's apparently going to be some kind of bridal expo here not this-coming, but next weekend, and I'm dragging D along to that. (No, that's a lie. He asked if he could go. Because he's ideal like that.) I've never been to anything like that before, and I'm actually a little wary (because I know how these Bridezilla types can get) but it seems like something someone who's getting married is supposed to do.

It's about lunch time (in 13 minutes) and I'm DYING, because The Blonde One went downstairs and bought a steak and cheese sandwich that smells so good, it makes me want to bat her over the head and take it. But I'm going to Dad's house for soup. Which is. . .not nearly as good, but much less expensive.

Also, my cousin, G, and her husband and son were in a really bad car accident on Christmas. J (the son) has had surgeries and things since then, and it sounds like it's really touch-and-go. If you do the praying thing, or if you do the keeping people in your thoughts thing, this would be a good time to do it. Updates are here:
John is 3, I believe. It's sounded like there have been a lot of things that have come together despite the big-picture accident, so despite the accident and injuries themselves, there's been a little bit of luck there. I can't even imagine. Most of you know that I was in a car accident back in May, and I completely walked away from it. Even with that, I'm still fairly terrified of being in a car, so I. . .like I said, I can't imagine. So keep them in your thoughts, if you would. And I know you will. Because you all rock.

Monday, December 14, 2009

The One Where My Job Ends Abruptly

It's been a while, yeah. I'm glad I gave up on the 100-days concept (that, I swear, I will not reference again), because I'd be failing tragically.

The awesome job I had that was supposed to take me through the beginning of the year? Gone. Apparently, the other guy I was working with and I finished everything too quickly, and there's no more work. It lasted 3 weeks.

My temp place has a couple days of receptionistism set up for me next week, but that's it for now. I interviewed with another staffing place last week, and they were going to call me to set up an interview with the actual person doing the hiring this week, but I haven't heard from them. I'm going to go out on a limb and guess that that's not particularly good news.

I started writing today. Maybe, just maybe, I can push through it and actually finish something.

D and I had dinner with my parents, my sister, and my sister's friend last night that culminated in game-playing. What should be noted here is that D and I are terrible at the game Cranium. Terrible. This is the second time we've played together, and the second time we've lost. (Together.) I'm not sure what it is, but it's just not our forte. He won a round of Pit, and someone or other won the game of Scategories. I won nothing. I should go home tonight and play Life. Maybe I'll win.

Christmas is coming up, and exactly none of you will be surprised to know I haven't bought anyone anything yet. I should probably do that this week, since Christmas is. . .next week.

I'm feeling very stuck right now. There's nothing really going on in my life, and I'm feeling quite suspended animation at the moment. I've kind of put a halt on any wedding planning because. . .well, there's no money to use with which to plan. That seems to be a necessity, from what I understand, and I don't think I can steal a cake. I've been saying I'm going to do the dishes for the last three days and they're still sitting in the sink.

I think what it is here is that when I don't have a job, when I don't have anything to do, I feel pretty useless. And I don't. Have anything to do, I mean.

So that's a short update. Don't have a lot to say, but I felt like I was neglecting the 1.2 people who read what I have to say.