Job Search '09 II

So, yesterday I went back out, once again, into the cruel world, to hand out resumes, fill out application forms, make good impressions, and secure employment.

I realized early in the day that the 15 resumes I'd handed out the day before had a small typo. Where it should have said that I worked at Blockbuster Video in Grimsby, it instead read that I'd worked at Blockbuster Video in Blockbuster Video. I fixed it and printed 15 more resumes. What else could I do?

And so, the adventure commenced again. Mom came with me this time and acted as the getaway driver. Our first stop was in Smithville at a pub. Our second stop was to get breakfast. In fact, after this our pace never picked up until much later in the day. After handing out about 5 resumes, Mom pointed out that I had a toothpick in my hair. I'd put it behind my ear and not noticed that I still had it hanging there. Then I noticed that my shirt had come untucked at the back, and that I looked like a jackass. So I tucked it in and kept on trucking.

By the end of the day I'd handed out my 15 resumes (bringing the grand total for the last 2 days to 30 resumes out there in circulation) and I'm planning on heading into Brantford later in the week to try to circulate a shit load more. And hopefully I'll get so many call backs that I'll get to pick and chose.

Oh, and if anyone happens to be reading this, how 'bout dropping me a comment. I'm like 10 posts in with 0 comments on each.

Job Search '09

Today was the day that I passed out a bunch of resumes. Well, it was the first day that I passed out a bunch of resumes. I'm planning to pass out even more tomorrow.

But anyway, for those of you who're interested, I will now chronicle my days exploits...

I awoke, took my mother to work, and prepared myself for a days job seeking. I left earlyish in the day, and headed directly into Grimsby. I was prepared, and brought with me all the things I felt I would need during the day. A stack of resumes, a thermos of tea, my wallet, and my cell phone. I was ready! I had just enough time to accept a phone call from Fiona in Reading and talk to her a bit about her unfortunate living situation (from what she's told me I gather it's like living in a smokey dog house. And that's not a pleasant combination!) before heading out.

For a large portion of the drive into town I was stuck behind a large tractor with an even larger attachment on the back. He took up the entire road, and pulled over to let oncoming traffic pass, but cared not for the traffic backing up behind him. Eventually he turned, and my quest picked up speed.

My intention was to secure a job as a waiter or barman (or barrista) and thus I haded out resumes to each pub, restaurant, and cafe I passed in town. The first few pubs took my resume but weren't hiring. The first cafe said that had I put my resume in 2 weeks ago, I'd have probably had a job by now, but that they'd just hired. The 'Judge and Jester' asked me to come in again to talk on Monday. I like the sounds of that, and thus, I plan to revisit this local on Monday.

Then I drove towards Hamilton and realized that I'd had to pee since I got in the car. Subsequent to that, I'd drank the tea I'd packed and now REALLY had to pee. So I went to Subway and used their bathroom. I then, purely out of guilt, as I could have saved the money, bought myself a 6 inch sub. It was delicious and came to less than $4, so I didn't beat myself up much about the expense. After that I dropped off a few more resumes before hitting Upper James and finding that I hadn't printed enough resumes. Thus my search continues tomorrow.

Hopefully when I get home (I'm rocking the high speed at Caistor Central School at the moment) I'll have a slew of messages on the machine offering me greater and greater employment opportunities. However I've still printed out another 15 resumes to hand out tomorrow.

Wish me luck, and I'll keep you posted.

My Steampunk Style

The Ragamuffin

29% Elegant, 21% Technological, 37% Historical, 44% Adventurous and 69% Playful!

You are the Ragamuffin, the embodiment of steampunk playfulness. Chances are, you approach the genre from a much more casual and lighthearted standpoint than most other fans. To you, there is always an element of play inherent in the genre, and you may very well enjoy fashion as much for the opportunity to dress up as for the style itself. You probably wear goggles as an accessory, and rarely as actual eye-protection. Your outfits are likely to incorporate a lot of brown or cream, and combine large boots, Victorian corsets or vests, aviator caps or bowler hats, and gypsy skirts or slacks, simply because you like them all.

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Strange, but true

I don't know what it is. Maybe it's being back in Caistor, perhaps it's the autumnal weather we're starting to experience (I loves me that autumnal season! 's my favourite of all!)

But I'm feeling inspired. I'm feeling creative. I'm feeling motivated!

The catch...

It's not gonna help me get any money flowing in (that's right, I want a full on flow. None of this ebbing BS). At least not in the short run.

But perhaps. Perhaps if I manage to maintain this level of inspiration. Perhaps if I can remain motivated. Perhaps I could accomplish something that would be incredibly satisfying, worthwhile and ostentatious. (Although that last one is really optional. It's not really one of my main criteria.)

Anyway, I'm feeling bloggsy lately as well, so perhaps you'll all get to hear about my exploits and chronicle my progress. But in the meantime, riddle me this...

Who the heck were the ancient sea kings?

Little beasties

I've been watching, and really enjoying, a television series that I borrowed from the Dread Pirate Dobson called 'Supernatural'. In essence it's about a couple of brothers who go around hunting cryptids, demons, ghosts etc. etc.

In the 2nd episode of the 1st season, the show centred on the Wendigo. That got me thinking. I used to have a tremendous interest in all things cryptological. Truth be told, I still do, although it's an interest I've done little to nurture in recent years.

And strange as it may seem, the Wendigo seems to keep popping up. Like in the 'Yak Wendigo War', part of an online comic strip called 'Scary Go Round' (I can't find the exact link, but it's in there somewhere. It's worth reading anyways, so go make yourself a pot of tea and work away.) introduced to me by the Dread Piratess Gil. And... well, I guess that T.V. show I was talking about earlier. Anyway...

So I got interested and looked into it a little. And now I'm hooked. I'm going to have to go through all my books here and scare myself half to death before I attempt to drift off to sleep. I'm not saying it's going to be easy, or ever worthwhile, but what the hell eh?