Epic fail.
I could go on....Lord knows I have. But I'm worn out with my story, so we'll just say the whole deal yesterday was an epic fail and we are SO screwed if we're ever attacked. We all died yesterday. Twice.
On the plus side, I was filmed for an interview on the news.
On the down side, they used the other girls that were interviewed beside me, and skipped me.
Oh well, no matter. It wasn't really a waste of my time; it was a waste of theirs. At least we know now that better procedures need to be put into place. And they need to cooperate.
I'm going to run to the grocery store soon and then head to bed. It's another early morning for me, and then I'm heading home for Father's day. :D Love you, dad!!
Friday, June 19, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Small world!!
So I'm doing this role play crisis thing for the next few days. I get all done up with incredibly realistic wounds and I have to be saved by Iowa's first responders and the National Guard. You want me to play the 'damsel in distress' (with a bone sticking out of her leg because of an open fracture)? Hella yes.
So today we had orientation for the whole shpeel. I sat next to this nice looking girl and we chatted for a bit. Since we're both in the same group, we exchanged names and phone numbers. Then we sat there for the next 5 minutes thinking to ourselves, "Hmm....Lampe/Henderson sounds so familiar..." Turns out our dads worked together in Waverly and she was really good friends with my sister. We had fun making fun of the people who asked the same question over and over again.
"So what are we supposed to bring? Do I need an extra pair of clothes? What time do we need to be there? Can I bring my fanny pack?" All legitamate questions (other than the fanny pack question - fanny packs are SO out of style), but it gets ridiculous when the same 5 people keep asking the same 4 questions. Listen people!!
Anyway, I'm putting in 19 hours of playing the victim tomorrow. It'll be fun, but very very long. I'll be keeping my NoDos pills close by. Phfew!!
So I'm doing this role play crisis thing for the next few days. I get all done up with incredibly realistic wounds and I have to be saved by Iowa's first responders and the National Guard. You want me to play the 'damsel in distress' (with a bone sticking out of her leg because of an open fracture)? Hella yes.
So today we had orientation for the whole shpeel. I sat next to this nice looking girl and we chatted for a bit. Since we're both in the same group, we exchanged names and phone numbers. Then we sat there for the next 5 minutes thinking to ourselves, "Hmm....Lampe/Henderson sounds so familiar..." Turns out our dads worked together in Waverly and she was really good friends with my sister. We had fun making fun of the people who asked the same question over and over again.
"So what are we supposed to bring? Do I need an extra pair of clothes? What time do we need to be there? Can I bring my fanny pack?" All legitamate questions (other than the fanny pack question - fanny packs are SO out of style), but it gets ridiculous when the same 5 people keep asking the same 4 questions. Listen people!!
Anyway, I'm putting in 19 hours of playing the victim tomorrow. It'll be fun, but very very long. I'll be keeping my NoDos pills close by. Phfew!!
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Yes, Gnarls Barkley, that does make you crazy
It's been a while, and a lot has gone on. Makes it hard to actually write. I'll never remember everything...
Panera still hates me, so I kept looking for jobs. And after a month of having no source of income or anything to do (because astonishingly, I got NOTHING accomplished, other than 20-25 applications), I found a job! I'm working full time at a bakery with plenty of overtime. So much overtime, that the weekend can't come quick enough! This week, we made 33,000 dinner rolls, 5,000 flatbread, and 7,000 bread bowls. Ridiculous. I dream about weighing dough now, no joke. This job is an answer to prayer, and a miracle too - I didn't think it would be possible to earn enough money in a matter of weeks to pay my bills for June, and I had said it would take a miracle to do so. God came through though! And I really couldn't be more grateful! Exhausted, but incredibly grateful!
I love the women I work with too - they're so fun and have a great sense of humor. But they are so lost too. Several of them, if not all of them, have a boyfriend/son/husband who was or currently are in prison. Not surprisingly, these imprisoned significant others don't treat these women like they should - doing drugs, verbal abuse, cheating with other women... And even with all of this, the women I work with adore these guys, despite being hurt by them. It's so sad - but I've got plenty to pray about while I work.
Prior to the job, I finished a few books! (Big accomplishment!!) I read Captivating again (good book!), finished Mere Christianity (probably one of my favorites now), and Just Do Something (I highly recommend it!!). I'm now reading Blue Like Jazz again and Redeeming Love. On the list is the book Jordan recommended (can't remember the name, it's too long. But it's in my cell phone!) and Love & Respect. I'm hoping to get all these done before the summer is finished! I'd forgotten how much I love to read!
Things are going better with my roommate too - it's taken a while, but she's becoming more respectful of my sleep time. I'm not ready to give up the ear plugs yet, but at least she's taking her phone calls to China in the living room and not in our bedroom at 2am. That's a huge improvement!
I love reconnecting with friends!! For real, it's amazing to know how much you're cared for (huge hugs when you see someone you haven't seen in a while are amazing!!). Hugs are always very acceptable. :)
Well, it's time to go fix some clothes and blankets. I've got a couple skirts that need to be taken in (yay for losing weight!) and I want to make a cover for my down blanket. Thanks for your sewing machine, mom!!
Panera still hates me, so I kept looking for jobs. And after a month of having no source of income or anything to do (because astonishingly, I got NOTHING accomplished, other than 20-25 applications), I found a job! I'm working full time at a bakery with plenty of overtime. So much overtime, that the weekend can't come quick enough! This week, we made 33,000 dinner rolls, 5,000 flatbread, and 7,000 bread bowls. Ridiculous. I dream about weighing dough now, no joke. This job is an answer to prayer, and a miracle too - I didn't think it would be possible to earn enough money in a matter of weeks to pay my bills for June, and I had said it would take a miracle to do so. God came through though! And I really couldn't be more grateful! Exhausted, but incredibly grateful!
I love the women I work with too - they're so fun and have a great sense of humor. But they are so lost too. Several of them, if not all of them, have a boyfriend/son/husband who was or currently are in prison. Not surprisingly, these imprisoned significant others don't treat these women like they should - doing drugs, verbal abuse, cheating with other women... And even with all of this, the women I work with adore these guys, despite being hurt by them. It's so sad - but I've got plenty to pray about while I work.
Prior to the job, I finished a few books! (Big accomplishment!!) I read Captivating again (good book!), finished Mere Christianity (probably one of my favorites now), and Just Do Something (I highly recommend it!!). I'm now reading Blue Like Jazz again and Redeeming Love. On the list is the book Jordan recommended (can't remember the name, it's too long. But it's in my cell phone!) and Love & Respect. I'm hoping to get all these done before the summer is finished! I'd forgotten how much I love to read!
Things are going better with my roommate too - it's taken a while, but she's becoming more respectful of my sleep time. I'm not ready to give up the ear plugs yet, but at least she's taking her phone calls to China in the living room and not in our bedroom at 2am. That's a huge improvement!
I love reconnecting with friends!! For real, it's amazing to know how much you're cared for (huge hugs when you see someone you haven't seen in a while are amazing!!). Hugs are always very acceptable. :)
Well, it's time to go fix some clothes and blankets. I've got a couple skirts that need to be taken in (yay for losing weight!) and I want to make a cover for my down blanket. Thanks for your sewing machine, mom!!
Monday, June 1, 2009
You're ridiculous.
But I'm probably more ridiculous for reasons far too many to list here.
It's been bugging me lately that my pinky that I broke in high school isn't straight. My hands aren't symmetric anymore. Granted, they haven't been for 5 years, but it bothers me more now. There isn't anything I can do about it though, short of rebreaking it and taking it to a DECENT doctor who can fix it straight. (The break didn't hurt that much the first time. I laughed the entire time. How bad could it be now?)
The job search continues. In case I haven't asked yet, if any of you know of any place hiring, please hook me up. I'm 4 weeks without a job now, and buying my food with blood money. (If that doesn't cry desperate, I don't know what does)
Speaking of jobs, WTF is up? (frick, not that other naughty f-word I can't bring myself to say or type) Since when did businesses start hiring people who don't care about customers, haven't handed cash transactions, and don't want to serve or work hard for their money?
Not to say I have seen these people in these businesses, but they sure aren't hiring the people who do have a great work history and ethic, have dealt with cash like it's play money, and desire to serve the customer (aka, me).
I'm still trusting, I'm praying, I know God will come through. I don't know His plan, I don't know what He's teaching me (other than patience, faith, trust, perserverance, humility, and a focus on Him - I'm clueless otherwise), but I know He has a purpose for this period of hard times for me.
In closing, I would like to say just how terrible it feels to get flat out rejected by a computer application. You spend 45 minutes giving your typical info, you answer all their questions, and then at the end of it all, you apparently don't qualify for a cashier job even though you've been doing that kind of work for 8 years.
It's almost as bad as being rejected because you don't like someone's beady little eyes, nasty hair swoop, and stupid little hip dance. I'm going to go cry myself to sleep now. ;)
It's been bugging me lately that my pinky that I broke in high school isn't straight. My hands aren't symmetric anymore. Granted, they haven't been for 5 years, but it bothers me more now. There isn't anything I can do about it though, short of rebreaking it and taking it to a DECENT doctor who can fix it straight. (The break didn't hurt that much the first time. I laughed the entire time. How bad could it be now?)
The job search continues. In case I haven't asked yet, if any of you know of any place hiring, please hook me up. I'm 4 weeks without a job now, and buying my food with blood money. (If that doesn't cry desperate, I don't know what does)
Speaking of jobs, WTF is up? (frick, not that other naughty f-word I can't bring myself to say or type) Since when did businesses start hiring people who don't care about customers, haven't handed cash transactions, and don't want to serve or work hard for their money?
Not to say I have seen these people in these businesses, but they sure aren't hiring the people who do have a great work history and ethic, have dealt with cash like it's play money, and desire to serve the customer (aka, me).
I'm still trusting, I'm praying, I know God will come through. I don't know His plan, I don't know what He's teaching me (other than patience, faith, trust, perserverance, humility, and a focus on Him - I'm clueless otherwise), but I know He has a purpose for this period of hard times for me.
In closing, I would like to say just how terrible it feels to get flat out rejected by a computer application. You spend 45 minutes giving your typical info, you answer all their questions, and then at the end of it all, you apparently don't qualify for a cashier job even though you've been doing that kind of work for 8 years.
It's almost as bad as being rejected because you don't like someone's beady little eyes, nasty hair swoop, and stupid little hip dance. I'm going to go cry myself to sleep now. ;)
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