Not dead yet
Jun. 8th, 2004 01:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lykomancerSo, I have taken the bus into downtown Minneapolis and back twice now, with moderate levels of success. I have done more walking than any sane person should do in three days, registered with a temp agency, submitted more applications, have an interview at caribou coffee on Thursday and one with PetsMart tomorrow. I have a few relevant bus schedules, a raging headache that the coffee isn't killing, and a semi-working computer in front of me. I've spent my free time looking through the classifieds, laughing at the personals, watching Gundam Wing with Tom, listening to Gackt at ear-shattering levels (if your guts aren't vibrating, it's not loud enough), and studying hiragana.
I'm making good progress with the hiragana learning, if not with the job search. I've started reading my Hellsing manga... really reading, not just skimming the pictures. I read, saying the sounds out loud and figuring out word-breaks, then look up the words. Hira-phonics works for me!
My handwriting is atrocious. Truly terrible. Even I can't tell the difference between my "ro" and "ru"; there's no way I could count on anyone else being able to read it.
I'm really hoping to get the job in caribou coffee; I think I could handle making lattes for the rich jerks who shop the Saks Fifth Avenue beside it for 6-8 hours a day. No problem there.
Or Borders, where I dropped off an application today. That'd fuckin' rock! I'd get so many miles out of my employee discount...
I've even collected... *cough*... adult ads, just in case. Hell, for $80 an hour I'll do damn near anything you want. Yeah, even that. ^_^;;
The temp agency all but told me that I'm incompetent. *sigh* My typing speed, or rather, my copying speed, is ridiulously low; my math skills are poor; I am also, apperantly, not very well aquainted with Word, either, despite using it almost every day for the past three or more years. Add in the fact that my resume is on disk and I don't have access to a computer to get it online... *smashes head into wall*
I need to pick up a nice button-down shirt and maybe another pair of slacks, not to mention a good pair of black work shoes. I really don't have "professional" looking clothing... especially not comfortable professional clothes. Time to hit Target, and spend as little money as humanly possible.
On the up-side, maybe tonight I'll call David and just chill with him (if possible) tomorrow. My fucking head hurts for nearly constant dehydration (yes, I am drinking lots of water!), and I'm getting really tired of being off on my own all day in a strange place. It'd be nice to spend more time with people... particularly if they can help me out.
Tom's about as helpful as a heartattack most of the time: he works most of the day; he doesn't know the bus schedules; he doesn't know where the temp agencies are; his phone has a limited number of minutes... Almost everything I've been doing, I've been learning from scratch. Go me. I'm like, god, or something.
AHA! That's the song I was looking for!
Looking up lyrics for a song in another language for which you do not know the title can be tricky... however, I have listened to the song so damn much it just was a matter of clicking through the listing for the right album.
"Fragrance" by Gackt, on the "Moon" album... You wanna see Jess melt into a puddle of daffily smiling idiocy? Play that song real loud. I drop everything just to listen, a pole-axed expression on my face. (Or I writhe on the floor/couch as though in extreme pain / pleasure) I gotta look absolutely retarded.
It's so freakin' hot. Haaaawwwtt... Oh m'God. It drives me to distraction.
Mmmm... Gackt = tasty-yummy-good.
Speaking of that-- heh-- I would like to point out that Dinkytown, the area near the UMN, is full of yummy Asian boys. Fabulouso. I mean, I was minding my business, waiting for Tom in a coffeeshop, and this guy sat down in the booth opposite me and I couldn't help it-- I just stared. For about an hour. Very tasty.
Tom wasn't sure of its gender, but I was, and I liked it a lot.
Note to self: must spend more time in Dinkytown.
I also found a shop down there (in Dinkytown) that I can't wait to go gift-shopping in once I can afford it. It was a very Angela store. ^_^ (Though I saw a few things there that a number of other people would like.)
One of these days I'll get down to the Mall of America or seriously set out to explore the Nicolette Mall without the distractions of time or looking for work.
Right. Well, I think that's everything for now. I may be making some phone calls home later this week, just so that I can actually talk to people. Depends on how generous Tom is feeling about the phone.
I'm making good progress with the hiragana learning, if not with the job search. I've started reading my Hellsing manga... really reading, not just skimming the pictures. I read, saying the sounds out loud and figuring out word-breaks, then look up the words. Hira-phonics works for me!
My handwriting is atrocious. Truly terrible. Even I can't tell the difference between my "ro" and "ru"; there's no way I could count on anyone else being able to read it.
I'm really hoping to get the job in caribou coffee; I think I could handle making lattes for the rich jerks who shop the Saks Fifth Avenue beside it for 6-8 hours a day. No problem there.
Or Borders, where I dropped off an application today. That'd fuckin' rock! I'd get so many miles out of my employee discount...
I've even collected... *cough*... adult ads, just in case. Hell, for $80 an hour I'll do damn near anything you want. Yeah, even that. ^_^;;
The temp agency all but told me that I'm incompetent. *sigh* My typing speed, or rather, my copying speed, is ridiulously low; my math skills are poor; I am also, apperantly, not very well aquainted with Word, either, despite using it almost every day for the past three or more years. Add in the fact that my resume is on disk and I don't have access to a computer to get it online... *smashes head into wall*
I need to pick up a nice button-down shirt and maybe another pair of slacks, not to mention a good pair of black work shoes. I really don't have "professional" looking clothing... especially not comfortable professional clothes. Time to hit Target, and spend as little money as humanly possible.
On the up-side, maybe tonight I'll call David and just chill with him (if possible) tomorrow. My fucking head hurts for nearly constant dehydration (yes, I am drinking lots of water!), and I'm getting really tired of being off on my own all day in a strange place. It'd be nice to spend more time with people... particularly if they can help me out.
Tom's about as helpful as a heartattack most of the time: he works most of the day; he doesn't know the bus schedules; he doesn't know where the temp agencies are; his phone has a limited number of minutes... Almost everything I've been doing, I've been learning from scratch. Go me. I'm like, god, or something.
AHA! That's the song I was looking for!
Looking up lyrics for a song in another language for which you do not know the title can be tricky... however, I have listened to the song so damn much it just was a matter of clicking through the listing for the right album.
"Fragrance" by Gackt, on the "Moon" album... You wanna see Jess melt into a puddle of daffily smiling idiocy? Play that song real loud. I drop everything just to listen, a pole-axed expression on my face. (Or I writhe on the floor/couch as though in extreme pain / pleasure) I gotta look absolutely retarded.
It's so freakin' hot. Haaaawwwtt... Oh m'God. It drives me to distraction.
Mmmm... Gackt = tasty-yummy-good.
Speaking of that-- heh-- I would like to point out that Dinkytown, the area near the UMN, is full of yummy Asian boys. Fabulouso. I mean, I was minding my business, waiting for Tom in a coffeeshop, and this guy sat down in the booth opposite me and I couldn't help it-- I just stared. For about an hour. Very tasty.
Tom wasn't sure of its gender, but I was, and I liked it a lot.
Note to self: must spend more time in Dinkytown.
I also found a shop down there (in Dinkytown) that I can't wait to go gift-shopping in once I can afford it. It was a very Angela store. ^_^ (Though I saw a few things there that a number of other people would like.)
One of these days I'll get down to the Mall of America or seriously set out to explore the Nicolette Mall without the distractions of time or looking for work.
Right. Well, I think that's everything for now. I may be making some phone calls home later this week, just so that I can actually talk to people. Depends on how generous Tom is feeling about the phone.
