It’s been said that the SuperWhoLock fandom is the largest fandom on tumblr. I don’t know if that’s true, but it’s awesome that the SPN fandom decided to welcome Yahoo! in a fashion that truly reflects who we are.
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The other day, I mentioned companies giving email interviews instead of reaching out to do a phone screen… well, one of those actually worked in my favor and I have a phone screen with them tonight. I’m assuming this is interview two out of dog knows how many.
The weirdest thing about this is that this is a type of company I never thought I’d be interested in working for in a million years. It’s a political group that aligns themselves with the majority of things I support: LGBT equality, Planned Parenthood, the ACLU. (Yes, my inner liberal is showing.) But I’ve never been a political person. I wait until the night before election day to finally make my choice as to who to vote for, even if I already have an idea. I figure by that point, the candidates have already said everything they’re going to say. As long as we agree on my four main issues, I’ll vote for that candidate. What scares me about that is that one day, I may have to vote Republican. Of course, I highly doubt that will ever happen, but you never know.
I’m the worst person to talk politics with. I get emotional. I don’t make sense. If we disagree, I’m likely to hate your guts (temporarily) and hold a grudge (not so temporary).
Yeah.
But…it’s in Boston, they haven’t balked at my salary requirements, and I’m actually pretty excited to have the opportunity to work for a company like that.
In my favor: the fact that I worked for an environmentally friendly heating oil company. (No, you read that right. We blended waste vegetable oil into our #2 oil. Lowers the carbon footprint and reduces the dependency on foreign petroleum sources.) Of course, I didn’t take that job because I believed in what the company did, but as time went on and I got more educated, I grew proud of our product. It makes me look all environmentally friendly, even though that’s not one of my pet causes.
(HOLY CRAP! THERE’S A CHARACTER NAMED “AMY POND” IN THIS EPISODE OF SUPERNATURAL! When fandoms collide…)
Also in my favor: I also have a degree in marketing and experience in market research and advertising. Political group - they work on campaigns, so they may need new ways to get their message out.
Despite the ridiculous amounts of resumes I’m sending out, there are some positions I would kill for. THOSE are the ones I’m spending hours on - rearranging my resume to highlight what they’re looking for in the first few bullet points, and writing cover letters that dig into the job description and give details on what I did. The others get a half-assed cover letter and a resume.
They hit three out of the four: equality, civil rights, reproductive rights. If I could work for a company that pushes for those causes…
two of my favorite things: animaniacs and sherlock
Still not a huge fan of Star Trek, but damn that was an enjoyable couple of hours.
Seriously, anything with Quinto? Simon Pegg? My new crush Chris Pine? AND the Cumbercutie?
I may or may not have broken two of J’s fingers when I first heard that voice. If I hadn’t, I definitely did towards the end. Evil Cumberbatch is HOT. HOT. HOT. HOT. HOT.
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I also may or may not have made J listen to “Cabin Pressure” for the whole whopping twenty minutes we were in the car. He may or may not have laughed. Actually, he lost it when I played him the opening of the Christmas episode.
Which I will now share with you since I’m in such a damn good mood:
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Why am I in such a good mood you ask?
I just got an email from one of the companies I applied to on Friday. It took me forever to change my resume around, write the cover letter and research the company. FOREVER. But obviously, it paid off. It seems like it would be a good job… at the minimum my whacked out liberal ideals would be appreciated for a change. Plus, they might be able to use my marketing background as well.
The thing that bothers me - and this is minor, even though it’s not going to sound like it - is that this is the second company I’ve applied to that has sent me an interview type email. Thanks for applying. Hey! While we have your attention, here’s twenty questions we’d like you to answer. It’s ridiculous. On top of the time it takes me to actually prepare my application, now I have to go back and spend hours answering questions via email. It’s not like you can just fire off an email in response - these are GOOD interview questions and it’s hard to answer them in the right tone over email. How do you not sound desperate when you tell them your salary range is negotiable, but you’re looking to make $X? At least in person, you can gauge the reaction…
And when did it become OK to make THAT one of the screening questions?
If I ask it in the first interview, I’m rude. Unprofessional. So I have to go through the whole process blind - getting my hopes built up until I find that I can’t afford to take the position - but it’s OK to be written off in the first interview question?
*sigh*
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Maybe I should dump my drug dealer and go back to having my brain shrunk. I might be able to qualify for SSDI, and THAT would actually pay me better than unemployment (which, of course, I may not even be eligible for).
I hate this.
I hate feeling powerless.
I hate feeling like a drain on J.
I hate feeling bad that I just spent $18 to drool over a guy in a theatre when I can watch all the stuff saved on the TiVo or the Sherlock DVDs again and again for free.
I just want a real job interview. In person. Where I may actually have a fighting chance
*double sigh*
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Here’s a Sherlock/Cabin Pressure mashup to make me giggle…
I can’t believe I’m saying this, but Moffat wrote that episode. I almost love him for that.
*shakes fist*
I just watched “The Good Night” because it has Martin in it. The man has the most expressive face I’ve ever seen… and I will never understand his love of cable knit jumpers. I was only half paying attention to the movie because I was on the phone with my pimp, Jim. (Dog, I have pimps and drug dealers in my life. I really should start calling people what they are, shouldn’t I? But calling people recruiters and psychiatric nurse practitioners who specialize in psych meds is SO boring.)
Where was I?
Oh, right. Jumpers. As far as I can tell, he wears two. Exactly the same, except one is a sage green and the other is oatmeal.
A fucking OATMEAL jumper. I’d bet it’s the same exact one he wears in Sherlock.
The man is insane.
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This wasn’t meant to be a post about Martin Freeman. Or Benedict Cumberbatch’s cheekbones… even though I could go on about those FOREVER. And that voice… pure sex. Fringy-Sideburny-Gingerbatch is definitely hot. GAH. I need to stop before I start a Sherlock marathon and completely lose my mind.
(I’m finally watching “Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy” and OMG he is amazing. I’m freaking out over here. Totally disgusting fangirling.)
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So, let’s get to the point, shall we?
I’ve found two international companies worth working for and one with the potential to go global. One of them I actually have a connection at - but I’m probably really not qualified for it. I can’t see that person going out on a limb for me. Plus, it’s in Amsterdam. I don’t have a problem with Amsterdam - besides the fact that I keep spelling it wrong - but why would a company take a risk on moving someone who is definitely not qualified overseas?
I’m a little amazed that I don’t really care that I’m unemployed right now. Such a weird change from the last time… but after everything they had put me through, it was heart breaking to be let go so coldly. Other than the recruiter, I haven’t done much in the way of looking. I decided to take these last two days off. It’s my mother’s birthday today, dad’s anniversary was Monday, and we went through so much shit with Guinness over the weekend that I just needed a break from the drama.
I’m still not experienced enough for some of the accounting jobs I want and that is upsetting, but I don’t know what to do. It’s not like I can magically learn about STAT or IFRS, or ERP systems, or Great Plains, or even earn a MBA or CPA overnight…
My friend posted this on Facebook today, and per the usual, his friends went nuts about the liberal agenda, hating religion, blah blah blah.
Everybody gets SO defensive when they see stuff “lumping” the normal religious folks with the religious whackjobs. And, of course, it’s always the liberals who do this.
I’m not going to claim that I’m a biblical scholar, but I did read it once, cover to cover, and I found it to be a fascinating work of fiction. Over the years, I’ve classified myself as Ukrainian Catholic, regular Catholic, Pagan, Buddhist, Agnostic and Atheist. Currently, I’m a universitarian. As in, I believe the universe has a plan for us and that’s just how it is. (So I guess I’m kinda agnostic. Again.)
All that to say: I get that not ALL religious people hate gays and go out picketing that “God Hates Fags”. BUT… the picture raises a very valid point that I don’t really believes has much to do with religion (ignoring the obvious fact that they brought God into the conversation.)
I don’t understand how a child growing up in a loving home can be “wrong”. Does it matter if the parents are same sex? I grew up in a “normal” family with a mother who beat me and made my life so miserable that my father and I had to move out. When they started the divorce process, my mother fought for custody of me, and the judge sided with her in the beginning because a “girl needs to be with her mother”. I told the judge he was fucking insane if he thought I was going to live with that bitch. I’d run away and go live with my father, or fight to be emancipated. (I was 16, turning 17 at the time. Old enough to know what was in my best interests. Yes, those were my exact words.) I was thrown out of the proceedings, and ultimately, he decided that I’d be better off with my father. Well, duh.
Had my father been gay, with a loving, sober, partner, I would have had a much better life. There’s no doubt in my mind. I don’t care who loves you. Or who takes care of you. And in the long run, it shouldn’t matter. Gay parents don’t raise rapists, murderers, etc. any more than straight parents do.
So… I don’t get how people can teach a child how to hate so viciously and think that’s OK. I get that it’s their belief system, but there’s no place for that level of hated, whether or not it comes from God. I mean, what happened to do unto others as you would have them do unto you? Or even the Wiccan idea that whatever you put out there comes back to you, three times as powerful? There’s got to be some bad karma coming their way… there has to be. The universe needs to balance out the crazy.
Long story short—I don’t feel that religion needs to have a place in this conversation. It boils down to two loving parents taking care of a child vs. parents teaching their children how to spew such nonsensical hate.
That’s the conversation we need to have. Table the other shit. It dilutes the message.
