Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Twelve and cranky

I applied for a job in Boston yesterday. Got an immediate response asking me if I wanted to commute to the Back Bay area of Boston. Seriously?!?!

I have a phone screen with the arena the Bs play in tomorrow.

I have that second today.

The job search is picking up steam again.  w00t!

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There’s been a lot of speculation over who will replace Matt Smith. Some want a woman, and I’m not sure Moffat can write a strong woman character.

His female companions are weak and seem to spend a lot of time waiting for the Doctor or sacrificing themselves to save him. I mean, Amy Pond is known as the girl who waited and Clara Oswin Oswald basically inserted herself into the Doctor’s timeline so she could keep saving his life.

Such. Bullshit.

I probably don’t even need to go into Sherlock’s “Scandal in Belgravia” to touch upon how badly he fucked up on writing Irene Adler. (Still a sore spot and it’s my least favorite episode after “Reichenbach”.) He made her a fucking dominatrix and introduced her to the audience buck-fucking-nekkid. Yep. AND he still managed to make her weak. OK. I need to stop before I get all worked up again… ARGH!

So. Stephen Moffat writing/leading a show that would feature a female Doctor?

No. Fucking. Way. Would. I. Watch. That.

I loved the Ponds. I really did. But Clara never did it for me. I’m hoping she leaves when Eleven does because out of all the companions in the reboot, she was the absolute worst. Then again, maybe there’s something wrong with me because I really liked Martha Jones and she’s one of the least liked companions. She’s no Donna Noble, but there was a lot to like about her.

Sunday, June 09, 2013

I hate Sundays

Normal people hate Sundays because it means they have to go back to work on Monday. I hate Sundays because it means J has to go back to work and I’m left here.

Alone.

Sundays always tend to find me in a really bad space because of that.

I’m in such a bad place, that I broke down earlier…

J was going grocery shopping and he asked me what I wanted. I pretty much screamed, “I WANT A FUCKING JOB!”

From there it went from bad to worse as I laid the following out for him:

I have a second interview with the industry place on Tuesday. I know - this is a TERRIBLE thing. How DARE they ask me back?!

The interview I was supposed to have on Friday for the Cost job has not yet been rescheduled.

The second interview - if there is one for the retirement place - won’t be until next week. Possibly. Or the week after.

Still no word from the hotel place regarding a second.

Let’s not forget, I passed up a second. (Granted, a place I didn’t want to work at, but still…)

My biggest fear now is that, because of shitty timing, I’ll be offered the job at the industry place before I know about any other position I might be the least bit interested in (i.e., the cost job, or the retirement place). It’s what happened when I took that temp job in March. I took the one that sounded good, that offered first, because I got twitchy about being stuck at home. In the end, I missed out on a second, and a first interview at two different places that would have probably been much better fits.

I don’t want to make the wrong choice.

I’m TERRIFIED to make the wrong choice.

How the hell am I supposed to get past this and trust myself?!?!

Friday, June 07, 2013

Like father, like daughter?

Job interview today for a cost accountant position.

Dad was a cost accountant. I want to be a cost accountant.

I know.

It’s weird, huh? Especially when he told me NOT to become an accountant.

Movin’ on because I don’t want to make myself cry…

It’s hard to find entry level cost jobs that will pay me what I need.

Actually, that’s a lie.

Right now it’s fucking IMPOSSIBLE to find an entry level cost job… so I’ve lucked out big time.

I’ve pushed aside my morning of job searching to research the hell out of this company, so it better pay off.

I need it to pay off.

Out of the five interviews that have been scheduled, here’s the new breakdown:

1) That company in the industry - 2nd interview (good hours, good dress code, room for growth, fun bosses)
2) Widget makers - passed on 2nd
3) Hotel - waiting to hear (great title, decent hours, suits, no room for growth)
4) Retirement place - waiting to hear (suits, room for growth, fun boss)
5) Cost job - today…

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In other news, while not spreading like wildfire, there’s been a lot of decent interest in response to my little Johnlock fic. I wonder if I’m turning people off because it’s neither fluff nor slash?

There have to be others like me out there who like their bromance with a side of non-fluffy cuddles.

Right?

Thursday, June 06, 2013

Nice to have choices

Got a call back for a second interview at the widget makers.

Turned it down.

As I told the recruiter from the very beginning, I didn’t think I was a good fit. I thought I’d be bored.

The interview didn’t make me feel any better about the boredom, but I wasn’t going to make any decision until I had to.

Since I have a second with a company I like, an interview for a job I’d really like, and the possibility of a second with a company I really like, I’m not going to waste anyone’s time going through a second interview when I’m really not interested in the company.

For the first time during this round of staycation fun, I feel like I have hope.

The sun keeps shining brighter through the clouds…

The sun is fighting through the clouds

I have a second interview with one of the companies I interviewed at last week. Next Wednesday. The wait is going to kill me…

I applied this morning for a position with a tech company that makes a product I used (and LOVED) a thousand internet years ago. After I sent out my resume, I discovered they have an office in the UK.

No word from Jimmy the Pimp this morning, but I’m looking forward to the interview I have tomorrow.

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My little baby is out in the world - both on FFN and AO3. Slow growth on FFN, but there are two kind reviews and a handful of followers/favorites.  I’m hoping the combination of the two sites gives me enough kindness to keep my happy moving in a positive direction.

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The husband has finally given in and started to listen to Cabin Pressure. Big surprise. HE LOVES IT.

I can’t wait until he gets to “Qikiqtarjuaq”!!!! (I’m going to apologize to all my English friends: This is my most, most, most, most favorite part of the entire series and I always recite the lines while they’re playing. As a result, of course, I’ve developed the habit of saying ‘polar bear’ with an English accent. Or I use ‘bear polar’ in Cumbercutie’s terrible French accent. Equal opportunity offender over here. LOL)

DOUGLAS: Right. I’ve looked it up on my phone. It’s a tiny, isolated settlement in the Arctic Circle! Why on earth are we going there?

ARTHUR: YES WE ARE, SKIP!