If you go to a business to ask if they’re hiring and you see someone who works at the company outside, don’t’ talk to that employee. Go inside and talk to the receptionist, that’s why there are receptionists. And when they tell you about what they’re taking applications for, just submit your application when you’re done. Read all the questions thoroughly and answer them to the best of your ability, and only ask questions when it’s really necessary for clarification. And when you’ve submitted your application, do not– DO NOT — ask what the salary is and REALLY DO NOT ask for the extension of the person who will be looking over the applications. They’ll call you if they like you. If you keep calling, you’re being annoying and annoying = no job. People, especially hiring managers, don’t like to be pestered or pushed.
So my job is slow sometimes. I make sure other admin positions are covered when the other girls are out, so when no one is on vacation, I do my best to find things to do that need to be done. I also go around seeing if the other girls have too much to do that I can help them with. It’s great when I’m busy, I love feeling useful.
It’s even more great when we hear about our bonuses and benefits. I have full medical, dental, and vision insurance, life insurance, and I get free alcohol (We’re a wholesale distributor). And my Christmas bonus will be equivalent to an 80 hour paycheck, although taxed more heavily than my normal paycheck.
Talk about things to be thankful for. I am so very blessed to have this job, and I believe I do my best to make sure my employer realizes I appreciate being there.
So I used to be able to blog at work because I didn’t do much during the day and I was being paid to just sit there and now I actually have things to do during the day. So I’m happy about that, because the time goes by faster, but it also sucks because I miss being creative and writing!
I almost have an office of my own now, all that we’re waiting on is the furniture after I cleaned out all the junk and excess machines that were in the room, and they cleaned it up and repainted it for me! I’m really excited about it, I’ve already purchased a painting to put on the wall (reimbursed by the company) and I have several things planned to put on my desk so far. I’m just hoping it will really feel like My office soon enough.
I bought underglow for my car! She’s world rally blue, (Go Subaru!!) and I bought green underglow because in Texas, as well as I’m sure countless other states, blue underglow is illegal and so are white and red. But green!!! I’m actually thinking of repainting her green after a few years anyway so it will be perfect! And I bought an eyebrow-style decal for the windshield that says her name, The Khaleesi. Next will hopefully be a performance air filter and then, with lots of money saved up, new performance pipes to really make her growl. Wish me luck!
So this is a different kind of rant: I’m in a GREAT mood!!!
My boyfriend and I started going to the gym yesterday to train for the police academy (which we’ve both put in applications for) and I’m pleasantly sore. Exercise releases endorphins in the brain and I’m thinking that being sore does too, because the brain’s reaction to pain is to release endorphins to try to lessen the effect of the pain. I believe that’s how it works (I wasn’t really paying attention to that bit in psychology).
It’s raining again!!! Here in El Paso, Texas, it’s hot. Hot. Hot. And more hot. But right now I believe it’s 66 degrees Farenheit and cloudy and we had a GREAT thunderstorm last night that drenched us in about a quarter of an inch of rain!
I’m going to hang out with one of my friends whom I haven’t seen in forever at lunch today, we’re going to grab a Starbucks and chat for about an hour. I’m so excited! I really really miss him. He’s been busy doing plays at UTEP and I’ve been busy with work so it’s going to be nice to see him.
Random thought: I love my job cuz I get to see all kinds of alcohol go out to stores in the city and sometimes, every once in a long while, the salesmen let us have a bottle of whatever we happen to have on surplus or whatever. So sometimes I get to come home with free alcohol and it’s really great! I don’t drink all that often, but it’s great to be able to know that when I want to, I have a bottle of whatever ready for me. 🙂
So while I sit here at work waiting for Wine or Beer Salesmen to call me, I like to try to keep my mind occupied. That leaves me open to thinking the most random thoughts. The thought currently running through my head is why teenagers (and scores of other people, I’m sure, but mostly teenagers) get high off mundane items. This thought entered my head because they’re painting in the break room at work, which is the room directly next to my office. Which means my office shares the vents with the break room. Lots of doors are open in the break room so the fumes don’t build up in the building, but the scent of paint is still pretty strong, especially the longer I sit here. I’m getting a headache from the smell, actually.
So my thought is, why do teenagers feel the need to get high? I’ve never been high myself, so I really don’t understand the hype about it. Also, I know most teenagers can’t afford to be buying drugs which I understand can get expensive. I’ve heard of teenagers sniffing paint, Sharpie markers, White Out, and I’m sure many other things that haven’t come to my attention. I believe I can understand the Sharpies and White Out– I actually think those two things smell good, but the most I do is enjoy the smell while I’m legitimately using the product and then it goes away. I don’t sit there for minutes on end with one of these products close to my nose, destroying brain cells. I don’t even know what kind of reaction sniffing these things is supposed to produce. I personally can’t stand the headache and the small dizzy effect the paint fumes is having on me, and I suppose that makes me different than most young adults.
It just astounds me how many things people will use to get themselves high. I would think that you can smoke just about anything, and sniff anything that has strong fumes. I just really don’t see the need for it. I’m going to be 22, which is around the age that most people are really into drugs. But I guess my parents raised me not to care about what everyone else is doing– if I don’t want to do something, I don’t do it unless it’s for a legitimate reason. To each his own, I suppose. I’d rather read a book to escape, rather than changing brain chemistry.