Well it's official. We are in the hole financially.
I'm also still sick of applying for jobs and not hearing back from anyone.
However, I did check up on one application today, and it went really well. I'm hoping the hiring manager will remember my name (he seemed impressed when we spoke), so prayers and good energy that way, please.
I'm just so scared of going into debt until I get a better job, and I'm so tired of feeling guilty for grabbing a soda or hamburger when I'm out running errands. Food isn't absent in the pantry yet, but it's becoming limited to make-ahead items (dry foods, ingredients, nothing really grab-and-go).
In fact, while at a seminar last weekend, I took a LOT of food that some members had brought as snacks and breakfast for everyone that didn't get eaten. Like, half a dozen apples, a bottle of orange juice, four boxes of granola bars, two packages of tortillas, cookies... all so there would be something quick to eat at home. It felt like college again.
On the bright side, I am meeting more people through the restaurant. One group of customers said they're praying for the right job to come through for me. Another, the one who works for a local college, actually told me he's been looking for openings. It's kind of nice to have some people on my side.
And now it's nearly 4 p.m., and I have to get ready for the dinner shift. Here's hoping for good tips (so I can buy groceries and maybe pay all my bills).
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
Monday, September 29, 2014
Deciding what to be when you grow up... post-college
It's fun to think about what you want to be when you grow up in elementary school. With years and years ahead of you, it's easy to have aspirations of becoming lawyers, doctors, firefighters or business owners.
As a 25 year old, who has completed college, stumbled into living in a house and is trying to make it by with part-time waitress wages, it's far more stressful. I don't have years to devote to going back to school, even if I had some idea what I wanted to do, much less the money to do it with.
Now, Brian's work is drying up (falling temperatures mean fewer people's air conditioners are busting), and he's panicking even more than before about our income.
It's not like I'm not trying. I've applied to places all over the area, from grocery stores to hospitals to schools. Either the competition is too stiff or my name and some information on a form is not impressive enough to the hiring managers here.
The clique-ish quality of the community here is also a problem. It seems impossible to get your foot in the door anywhere without knowing someone. I know a few people now, mostly through Brian, but a few through other avenues, but feedback is slow going.
I've kept myself busy by focusing on keeping dishes and laundry done, the pantry stocked and food made. Almost to the point I'm afraid to get a regular job again because I think I'll be too tired to keep up with all of this after working eight hours. Then again, I'm also afraid of not being able to pay the bills.
Having someone renting a room helps with income, but just a little. I've taken on one extra four-hour shift at the restaurant, and a Friday night regular has apparently noticed how hard I work there and asked what my degree is in, stating he helps with hiring for a local college. A friend from aikido has a family member that may need help with some merchandise displays, so I'm hoping to hear from him this week.
I am also looking at signing up for tax school. Two classes a week for six weeks to learn to prepare income taxes. Then possible employment from December to April. It's not a lot, but dang it could help if I don't hear back on anything soon.
Something has got to break. Holidays are coming up, someone is going to need help bad enough to take me on. I'm going to need insulin soon, too, which is going to put a dent in the bank. But I guess I'll just do what I've always done and make it work.
As a 25 year old, who has completed college, stumbled into living in a house and is trying to make it by with part-time waitress wages, it's far more stressful. I don't have years to devote to going back to school, even if I had some idea what I wanted to do, much less the money to do it with.
Now, Brian's work is drying up (falling temperatures mean fewer people's air conditioners are busting), and he's panicking even more than before about our income.
It's not like I'm not trying. I've applied to places all over the area, from grocery stores to hospitals to schools. Either the competition is too stiff or my name and some information on a form is not impressive enough to the hiring managers here.
The clique-ish quality of the community here is also a problem. It seems impossible to get your foot in the door anywhere without knowing someone. I know a few people now, mostly through Brian, but a few through other avenues, but feedback is slow going.
I've kept myself busy by focusing on keeping dishes and laundry done, the pantry stocked and food made. Almost to the point I'm afraid to get a regular job again because I think I'll be too tired to keep up with all of this after working eight hours. Then again, I'm also afraid of not being able to pay the bills.
Having someone renting a room helps with income, but just a little. I've taken on one extra four-hour shift at the restaurant, and a Friday night regular has apparently noticed how hard I work there and asked what my degree is in, stating he helps with hiring for a local college. A friend from aikido has a family member that may need help with some merchandise displays, so I'm hoping to hear from him this week.
I am also looking at signing up for tax school. Two classes a week for six weeks to learn to prepare income taxes. Then possible employment from December to April. It's not a lot, but dang it could help if I don't hear back on anything soon.
Something has got to break. Holidays are coming up, someone is going to need help bad enough to take me on. I'm going to need insulin soon, too, which is going to put a dent in the bank. But I guess I'll just do what I've always done and make it work.
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Semi-delirious thoughts
It's 12:38 a.m. Do you know where your Audrey is?
Oh, there she is, laying (lying? I've forgotten) back on the couch, looking at pictures of wedding dresses online.
Why am I up so late? Because I still don't have a full time job to look forward to each day, my dear Watson.
But seriously, I have a pondering: all these sites keep saying things about how the dress is what makes the "big day" so memorable.
Not the exchange of vows, the gathering of families, the freaking life leap you're taking... but the dress you wear. I swear, I'm already starting to wonder if eloping was the better idea.
I'm not saying some of these dresses aren't beautiful. Most of them are, in some way or another, but the sheer amount of options is staggering.
What I have pictured in my head is nondescript to say the least: typical white, probably A-line, sleeves indiscernible, and - what will hopefully make my gown at least somewhat memorable - a purple sash around the waist.
A dress designer site I found said it would look something like this:
That's it, I promise.
But we haven't even set a date yet, much less seriously looked into things like venues, guest lists or themes, all of which seem more important or memorable than the damn dress.
So why is it all I really think about?
Probably because I have no full time job to look forward to everyday and need some project (outside of filling out applications, because yay, fun) to occupy my mind.
Well, I'll update more on these wedding shenanigans as they take place. Really should go to bed now for another fun filled day of filling out fun applications tomorrow. Yippee.
Have a I mentioned I hate job searching?
Oh, there she is, laying (lying? I've forgotten) back on the couch, looking at pictures of wedding dresses online.
Why am I up so late? Because I still don't have a full time job to look forward to each day, my dear Watson.
But seriously, I have a pondering: all these sites keep saying things about how the dress is what makes the "big day" so memorable.
Not the exchange of vows, the gathering of families, the freaking life leap you're taking... but the dress you wear. I swear, I'm already starting to wonder if eloping was the better idea.
I'm not saying some of these dresses aren't beautiful. Most of them are, in some way or another, but the sheer amount of options is staggering.
What I have pictured in my head is nondescript to say the least: typical white, probably A-line, sleeves indiscernible, and - what will hopefully make my gown at least somewhat memorable - a purple sash around the waist.
A dress designer site I found said it would look something like this:
That's it, I promise.
But we haven't even set a date yet, much less seriously looked into things like venues, guest lists or themes, all of which seem more important or memorable than the damn dress.
So why is it all I really think about?
Probably because I have no full time job to look forward to everyday and need some project (outside of filling out applications, because yay, fun) to occupy my mind.
Well, I'll update more on these wedding shenanigans as they take place. Really should go to bed now for another fun filled day of filling out fun applications tomorrow. Yippee.
Have a I mentioned I hate job searching?
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